Eternal Kaleidoscope cries tears of blood, lamenting injustice

"Sasuke?!" Itachi's cry echoed at the edge of the genjutsu world, but his target, the figure known as Liuli, had already vanished without a trace.

His voice carried endless surprise and a faint disappointment, as if calling out a name that was distant yet deeply etched into his heart.

"Gone, then..." Itachi muttered to himself. He scanned his surroundings, the empty space before him seemingly still lingering with Liuli's scent.

He struggled to search the void for something—a trace of Liuli's former presence or perhaps a clue he might have left behind.

But aside from the faint ripples in the air, he found nothing at all.

Itachi couldn't help but recall the beautiful stories Liuli had fabricated about the Uchiha Clan, tales so filled with wonder that they made one reluctant to leave.

Every detail, every twist, captivated him so deeply that he felt as if he were living within them.

Itachi silently reminisced about the lives of his departed clansmen, as if he could meet Liuli once more through those memories.

He remained convinced that "Uchiha Sasuke" had truly crossed over from another world.

Such immense power, such unwavering will, such a profound gaze—all were deeply imprinted upon his heart.

He could not imagine how such a powerful image could be fabricated if it were not a genuine existence.

Having witnessed him instantly defeat both himself and Pain, he suspected that even Madara Uchiha would be no match for this Sasuke.

"Did a Sasuke from another world come to this one? If only I could travel back and save myself... the Uchiha Clan..." Itachi looked up at the backs of his clansmen from other worlds.

He did not know why he had such thoughts, but he could not suppress the agitation in his heart.

If that powerful Sasuke had truly arrived in this world, then would he have a chance to return to the past and cancel the plan to exterminate the clan?

As Itachi's thoughts slowly drifted, those beautiful memories of the Uchiha clansmen gradually surfaced. The scene shifted, and the imagery within the genjutsu unfolded before his eyes.

"Sasuke, the key to Fire Style is controlling your chakra. Don't be in such a rush. That's right, slowly... breathe it out... don't be impatient with the hand signs." Itachi taught the young Sasuke in a soft whisper, his fingers moving nimbly to form the seals, demonstrating the technique.

Sasuke's small face was taut, his focus entirely on Itachi's every movement before mimicking the seals.

Though his small hands were not yet agile, he learned with great earnestness, practicing over and over again.

"Oh, oh, Nii-san, is it like this?" Sasuke finally formed a complete seal. He looked up at Itachi with an excited face, eager for his brother's affirmation.

Itachi smiled gently, flicking Sasuke's small forehead lightly, and said, "Well done, Sasuke. You've mastered the basics of Fire Style; with more practice, you'll be able to use it with ease."

Hearing his brother's praise, Sasuke jumped for joy. He pursed his lips and forcefully spat out a tiny fireball. Although the flame was small, for Sasuke, it was his first successful use of a Fire Style jutsu, and he felt immensely proud and excited.

The scene shifted again to a moonlit night, a gentle breeze blowing and leaves rustling.

Sasuke and Itachi stood beneath a large tree, their figures overlapping in the faint moonlight.

"Sasuke, the Third Hokage said this mission is extremely dangerous." Itachi's voice was low and serious; he stared intently at Sasuke, as if trying to see through to his heart.

Sasuke looked up, meeting Itachi's gaze, his eyes flashing with stubborn light: "I don't care, I want to be with you, brother. Father has the Mangekyo Sharingan, and I can fight just as well."

Itachi frowned, a surge of complex emotions rising within him. He knew Sasuke's stubbornness and talent all too well, but this mission was truly too dangerous for him.

He sighed softly, attempting to persuade Sasuke in a gentler manner: "Sasuke, you are still young and need more time to grow. The villagers need your care, and Father and Mother are waiting for you."

"But what about you, brother? You are going on the mission too, why can't I?" Sasuke's retort left Itachi momentarily speechless.

Itachi was silent for a moment, knowing Sasuke's question could not be avoided. He took a deep breath and gazed into Sasuke's eyes: "Sasuke, as a member of the Uchiha Clan, we all have a responsibility to protect the village. However, some missions require greater strength and experience. You are not yet ready to face such challenges."

"Then how can I become stronger?" Sasuke stared fixedly at Itachi, his eyes filled with longing.

Itachi looked at Sasuke, his heart stirred. He knew that what Sasuke needed was not just power, but an understanding and application of it. He reached out and placed his hand gently on Sasuke's shoulder: "Sasuke, power is not everything. You need to learn to control your emotions and understand the true essence of a ninja. Only then can you truly become strong."

Sasuke listened quietly to Itachi's words, a glimmer of realization flashing in his eyes. He clenched his fists tightly, as if making a decision deep within his heart.

Weakness again... power... I need power so badly...

"Brother, I understand. I will work hard to become stronger, and then I will protect the village with you." Sasuke's voice was firm and powerful, his eyes shining with a profound resolve.

"Sasuke, where do you think you're going? Are you defecting from the village? What kind of foolish decision are you making?" Itachi's voice echoed through the thicket, his Mangekyo Sharingan fixed intently on Sasuke's back.

Sasuke stopped, but did not turn around. He replied coldly: "Itachi, I have already decided. I am going to follow Madara Uchiha and obtain greater power."

Itachi's heart tightened. He stepped quickly in front of Sasuke, his hands clenched into fists: "Sasuke, do you know what you're saying? Madara Uchiha is a dangerous man; he will only use you!"

Sasuke looked up, meeting Itachi's eyes directly: "Even if it is being used, I am willing. Because only in this way can I become strong quickly and avenge the clan."

A flash of shock and disappointment crossed Itachi's eyes: "Revenge? For the sake of revenge, you would betray the village and your own kin?"

"Kin?" A bitter smile curled the corners of Sasuke's mouth. "My kin have long since died. Now, all I have left is the conviction of vengeance."

Itachi's fists tightened as he struggled to suppress the anger in his heart: "Sasuke, you are wrong. Revenge will not bring you true liberation. Furthermore, doing this will only lead you to destruction."

"So what?" Sasuke's eyes revealed a sense of finality. "As long as I can have my revenge, I don't care about anything else."

Itachi took a deep breath, trying to calm himself: "Sasuke, listen to me. Revenge is not the only path, nor is it the way to solve problems. You need to let go of your hatred and view this world with a broader perspective."

However, Sasuke shook his head: "Itachi, you don't need to persuade me anymore. I have already decided. I am going to follow Madara Uchiha, gain power, and avenge the clan."

With that, Sasuke turned and left, leaving Itachi standing alone in the thicket, watching his receding figure with a heart full of helplessness and pain.

He knew he could no longer save Sasuke and could only watch helplessly as he walked down the wrong path.

Within the world of genjutsu, Itachi Uchiha stood silently, his eyes tightly shut as if sensing the flow of the surrounding air.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed slightly, as if he had detected something unusual.

He slowly opened his eyes, only to find three distinct scenes appearing before him, each one leaving him with a sense of inexplicable shock.

In the first scene, he saw his younger self and Sasuke training diligently at the Uchiha Clan training grounds. Though they were still young, they had already displayed astonishing talent and perseverance. They fell time and time again, only to climb back up, never once abandoning their pursuit of power.

Watching this, a wave of inexplicable emotion surged in Itachi's heart. He recalled the beautiful memories he and Sasuke had once shared.

In the second scene, he saw Sasuke walking alone through the darkness.

His gaze was firm and resolute, as if he had already made some significant decision.

Itachi knew that Sasuke would always strive for power to avenge their clan; this was a decision he himself had made, one that had shaped the boy's entire life.

However, he also clearly saw that Sasuke's heart was filled with pain and confusion.

He seemed to be searching for something, yet he did not know what it was he truly desired. Watching this, Itachi could not help but feel a pang of worry. He knew that the Sasuke in the scene was walking a path fraught with danger and challenges, and that he needed more guidance and support.

In the third scene, he saw himself and Sasuke standing atop a pile of ruins, facing a powerful enemy.

Their eyes were filled with determination and resolve, as if they had made their final preparations.

Itachi knew this was a moment in their future, where they would fight to the end to protect their beliefs and those they loved. Yet, he also clearly saw that this battle would be exceptionally difficult and cruel. They would need more power and wisdom to overcome such a formidable foe.

Itachi felt a sense of tension rise within him. He knew the future was full of uncertainty and challenges, and that they needed to be fully prepared to face it.

Itachi withdrew his gaze, his brow locked in a deep frown. He did not understand what the gift Liuli spoke of meant, but these three scenes left him feeling uneasy.

"Madara Uchiha..." Itachi whispered the name, his eyes revealing a complex array of emotions.

Seeing the Sasuke in the scene following behind Madara Uchiha, a sense of inexplicable panic and helplessness welled up inside him.

He knew that the Sasuke in the vision had already made his choice, and that he, too, was now helplessly following Madara Uchiha.

"Is he implying something with this?" Itachi muttered to himself, the Mangekyo Sharingan in his eyes rotating slowly as he stared at the version of himself within the vision.

His expression was incredibly complex—regret, pain, and helplessness intertwined, as if he were enduring a torment of the soul.

Itachi had always been a meticulous and composed man, but at this moment, he could not control his emotions. He saw his past, the mistakes he had made, and the decisions he had reached; these images pierced his heart like a sharp blade.

He stared at the self in the vision, that young Itachi who had once been a boy full of passion and ideals.

However, the mockery of fate and the expectations of his clan had forced him to shoulder a heavy burden.

To protect his clan and the village, he had been forced to make difficult decisions, even killing his own kin and friends with his own hands.

Those images lingered in Itachi's mind, and he felt as though he could still sense the helplessness and despair of that time.

Suddenly, the Itachi in the vision slowly turned toward Itachi Uchiha. Their gazes met in the air, Mangekyo Sharingan locking with Mangekyo Sharingan, as if time and space had frozen in that instant.

Itachi felt a wave of inexplicable shock; his heart raced, and his breathing grew shallow.

He saw his past and his future, both intertwined in this moment to form a complex and profound image.

The Itachi in the vision had a gaze of firm resolve, as if he had already made a crucial decision.

And Itachi Uchiha did not back down, meeting that gaze with eyes full of challenge and determination, as if to say: "I am prepared. No matter what you bring, I will face it, and I will arrange Sasuke's future."

Their gazes locked, as if engaged in a silent contest.

Itachi felt his heart deeply stirred; he felt as though he were looking at his own soul, seeing the desires and pursuits hidden in his deepest depths.

In that moment, a sudden, unprecedented clarity emerged within Itachi. He felt as if he had pierced through layers of fog to reach the core of the problem.

Liuli's gift—that vision—was it a reminder to protect Sasuke? Or was it suggesting that his act of wiping out the clan the day before was truly wrong?

Itachi's heart trembled, his thoughts like a surging, turbulent sea that could not be calmed.

He recalled that cruel night, when he had ended the lives of his kin with his own hands. For the peace of the village and the future of Sasuke, he had chosen that blood-stained path.

Yet, watching the Itachi in the vision slowly fade away, he began to question his choice.

"Was I truly wrong?" Itachi whispered, his gaze falling upon his right hand—the same hand he had used to commit the massacre, and the same hand that had bestowed the "path of growth" upon Sasuke.

This hand carried both his sins and his hopes for Sasuke.

Just then, the Itachi in the vision vanished completely, leaving Itachi Uchiha standing alone in the empty space.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a bitter smile. Was he laughing at his own stupidity, or at the mockery of fate?

Itachi's heart was filled with chaos and confusion; he did not know how to face all of this.

His choices, his sacrifices, his pain—what was it all for? Was it for the peace of the village? Or for Sasuke's future? But if his choices were wrong, then what meaning did any of this hold?

This was the question Itachi pondered, unrelated to Liuli, for he was, after all, an outsider.

Liuli retracted the energy shell of his Susanoo and slowly returned to his own body from the world of genjutsu.

His body trembled slightly, as if he had just emerged from a fierce battle.

Yet, a trace of satisfaction and a smile lingered on his face, for he knew that the "little gift" he had just presented to Itachi Uchiha had successfully plunged him into deep contemplation.

"I imagine Itachi Uchiha is pondering some life philosophy now? Whether the massacre was right or wrong? This little gift should be worth the price of this body."

Liuli muttered to himself, blood tears flowing from his right Eternal Mangekyo, as if empathizing with something profound and complex.

Liuli had always held complex thoughts regarding the anime character Itachi Uchiha.

She knew that Itachi was a man burdened by a heavy fate, his choices and sacrifices all made to protect the people he loved and his village.

However, the act of annihilating his clan had brought him deep pain and regret.

This pain and regret stemmed not only from ending the lives of his own kin with his own hands but also from the moment he began to question his own choices and beliefs.

But was such an act correct? Liuli did not approve, especially since it held a certain special significance after she had transmigrated here.

Blood tears flowed from Liuli's right Eternal Mangekyo, the crimson liquid seemingly containing endless sorrow and agony. She reached out to gently wipe the blood from the corner of her eye, her movements revealing a profound sense of helplessness and grief.

"Sigh, every family has its own difficult scriptures to recite; even these contact lenses can express emotions now," Liuli sighed helplessly.

She knew this was not just the pain of this body, but also the pain of Itachi Uchiha.

Itachi, that man who had always carried such a heavy destiny, was likely lost in confusion at this very moment.

"Well then, next, it's time to have a good discussion with Lord 'Madara'." Liuli smiled delightedly.