The Uchiha Who Disappeared

On a moonless night, murder filled the air, and the wind was strong enough to fan the flames. The weather had turned bitterly cold. Howling like ghosts and wolves, the wind swept over the Uchiha Clan, as if foreshadowing the tragic clan's imminent demise.

In the darkness, Uchiha Obito, wearing a mask, appeared on a rooftop. His eerie Sharingan gazed coldly at the place he had once loved.

"What is there to cherish in this sinful world? My fellow Uchiha, let me send you to a heaven without pain with my own hands..."

Killing intent surged in Uchiha Obito's eyes. The next moment, he plunged into the Uchiha Clan Compound and began slaughtering everyone in his path.

Meanwhile, Uchiha Itachi, dressed in ANBU attire and wearing a murderous expression, arrived at the Uchiha Clan's gate. He put on his ANBU mask and rushed into the compound.

Thud, thud, thud...

Before Itachi's fearsome strength, no one could escape his deadly hands. They all died beneath his blade.

At last, Uchiha Itachi reached his own front door.

At that moment, Itachi's expression grew grave. His greatest opponent in this slaughter was his father, who possessed the Sharingan.

A minute later, when Itachi slowly opened the door to his father's study, he was surprised to see his parents standing with their backs to him, still wearing their nightclothes.

At that moment, Uchiha Itachi's body trembled violently.

"I don't want to fight my own son to the death..."

Itachi stood behind his parents, holding a bloodstained Ninja Blade. Fugaku glanced at him, then said:

"Is that so? It seems you've sided with them."

"Dad, Mom, I..."

Uchiha Mikoto said, "We understand, Itachi..."

Fugaku slowly lowered his head, his gaze full of acceptance.

"Go, my son. Do what you must. Now that you've made your decision, don't regret it. I'll leave Sasuke to you!"

"My child, no matter what, you'll always be my pride!"

Uchiha Mikoto smiled, sweetly and tenderly.

Tears streamed uncontrollably from Itachi's eyes. After a long moment, he murmured:

"Dad, Mom, wait for me!"

Thud...

A flash of silver cut through the air. Blood sprayed everywhere...

Uchiha Itachi took a long look at his parents lying on the ground, then slowly walked out of the study.

The operation had begun!

By the time Uchiha Itachi stepped outside, the street was already littered with the bodies of his clansmen.

In that moment, the cruelty of the ninja world was laid bare. Life was treated like a game, as Obito reaped it at will.

There were no screams, no resistance—only a one-sided massacre.

Itachi glanced around without thinking. Suddenly, his body trembled violently.

Not far from him, Uchiha Izumi had been cruelly pinned to a wall with a Ninja Blade through her chest.

"Izumi!"

Uchiha Obito stood not far from Itachi, watching him with interest.

"You said everyone but your little brother had to die. There's nothing wrong with what I've done, is there?"

Uchiha Itachi took a deep breath and quickly regained his composure. His eyes once again filled with unmatched indifference. Without acknowledging Obito, he took his Ninja Blade and headed off to kill in another direction.

Watching Itachi's slaughter grow even more ruthless, Uchiha Obito's eyes flashed with deep wariness.

Sasuke strode cheerfully into the Uchiha Clan Compound.

The past few years had seemed like a dream to Sasuke. Looking back, he still couldn't understand how he had somehow started skipping class—and ended up with a boss around his own age.

Still, those years had been a lot of fun. Although Lu Yu had been strict with him and Naruto, he had never forgotten the two of them whenever something good came along.

What made Sasuke happiest was that he could clearly feel his strength improving.

His physical fitness had improved, and his cells now held more chakra. Just today, Sasuke had discovered to his surprise that he could already unleash a Great Fireball Technique with considerable destructive power.

Sasuke was delighted. He thought about surprising his parents and older brother when he got home, and quickened his pace.

But it wasn't long before Sasuke sensed that something was wrong. The lights in the village had gone out much earlier than usual.

And the Uchiha Clan's streets were eerily quiet—not even a dog barked.

A strong stench of blood filled the air. Sasuke's face changed at once, and a terrible premonition rose in his heart.

In the darkness, Uchiha Obito stood on a rooftop, resting his chin on his hand as he watched Sasuke run home. He couldn't help sighing.

"What a poor kid. Itachi really is cold-blooded."

Just then, a wave of intense unease welled up inside him and instantly swept over his whole body. Obito felt an overwhelming sense of danger.

Uchiha Obito instinctively turned to look behind him and shouted, "Who's there? Show yourself!"

Boom!

A terrifying aura surged out of the darkness. The sudden impact threw Uchiha Obito off balance, nearly sending him flying backward.

Uchiha Obito watched, on high alert, as a figure slowly emerged from the darkness. The moment he saw the newcomer's face, he was utterly stunned...