No matter how confident he had been before.
In the end, it had all been speculation.
Even if the odds were as high as ninety-nine percent,
there was still that final one percent chance that things would turn out differently.
Sasuke had once wondered if it might be better if his brother really was a cruel murderer who had slaughtered the clan and spared him only so he could obtain the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan. That way, his choice would be simple: he could kill Uchiha Itachi without hesitation, take his Mangekyō Sharingan, and restore the Uchiha Clan's former glory.
He had thought about it before.
But if he was honest with himself,
Sasuke still hoped his brother was the same one from years ago, the one who had always loved him. But that brought with it a string of terrifying questions—how was he supposed to face the clan members who had been slaughtered, especially those who had been his age or even younger, as well as his parents?
This was a real blood debt!
One that Uchiha Itachi owed the clan.
Now that he could be absolutely certain the main reason his brother had slaughtered the clan was because of him,
Sasuke felt a little lost, even as he found some relief.
To be sure, before coming here, Sasuke had already anticipated every possibility and decided what he would do in each case. But now, looking at his brother and recalling the clan as it had once been,
Sasuke rose to his feet.
Itachi's battered figure was reflected in his eyes. His hands clenched into fists despite himself, and a peculiar expression appeared on his face.
Itachi noticed it at once.
He didn't need to think about it to understand what his younger brother was thinking and feeling.
At that