The Vanishing Uchiha

The moon was dark and the night was perfect for murder; the wind was high and ideal for arson. The weather tonight had turned exceptionally cold, and the howling gale, sounding like the wails of ghosts and wolves, shrouded the Uchiha clan's territory, as if portending that this tragic clan was about to wither away this very night.

In the darkness, a masked Obito appeared on a rooftop, his eerie Sharingan coldly surveying the place he had once loved.

"What is there to miss in this sinful world? My fellow Uchiha clansmen, let me personally send you to a heaven without pain..."

The killing intent in Obito's eyes surged wildly, and the next moment, he plunged into the Uchiha compound to begin the slaughter.

On the other side, Uchiha Itachi, dressed in Anbu attire, arrived at the gates of the Uchiha clan with a murderous aura. He reached out to pull on his Anbu mask and charged into the village.

Puff, puff, puff...

Faced with Itachi's terrifying strength, no one could escape his poisonous hands; they all died miserably under his blade.

Finally, Uchiha Itachi arrived in front of his own home.

At this moment, Itachi's gaze turned grave. In this massacre, his greatest opponent was his father, who also possessed the Sharingan.

A minute later, when Itachi slowly slid open the door to his father's study, he was surprised to find his parents sitting with their backs to him, still in their pajamas.

At this moment, Uchiha Itachi's body began to tremble violently.

"I do not wish to kill my own son..."

Itachi stood behind his parents, clutching his blood-stained ninja sword. Fugaku glanced at him and continued:

"Is that so? It seems you have chosen to stand with them."

"Father, Mother, I..."

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

Fugaku slowly lowered his head, his eyes filled with equanimity:

"Go, child. Do what you must. Since you have decided, do not regret it. Sasuke is entrusted to you!"

"Child, no matter what happens, you are my pride!"

Uchiha Mikoto smiled very sweetly and gently.

Tears could not help but stream from Itachi's eyes. After a long silence, he whispered:

"Father, Mother, wait for me!"

Puff...

A flash of silver streaked through the air, and blood splattered everywhere...

Uchiha Itachi took one last deep look at his parents lying on the floor, then slowly walked out of the study.

The operation had begun!

When Uchiha Itachi stepped out of his house, the streets were already littered with the corpses of his clansmen.

At this moment, the cruelty of the ninja world was fully highlighted; life was like a child's game, being wantonly harvested by Obito.

There were no screams, no resistance—it was a completely one-sided slaughter.

Itachi subconsciously scanned his surroundings, and suddenly, his body shuddered violently.

Not far from Itachi, Uchiha Izumi had been cruelly pinned to a wall by a ninja sword that had pierced through her chest.

"Izumi!"

Obito stood not far from Itachi, watching him with great interest:

"You said that apart from your younger brother, everyone else was to be killed. There is nothing wrong with me doing this, is there?"

Uchiha Itachi took a deep breath and quickly regained his composure. His eyes flashed once more with unparalleled indifference. Ignoring Obito, he took his sword and headed in another direction to continue the killing.

Obito watched Itachi's even more ruthless slaughter, a look of deep wariness flashing in his eyes.

Sasuke walked into the Uchiha compound with a cheerful gait.

The past few years had felt like a dream to Sasuke. Looking back, he couldn't understand why he had inexplicably skipped classes and ended up with a "boss" around his own age.

However, these years had been very happy. Although Lu Yu was very strict with him and Naruto, he never forgot them when there was something good to be had.

Beyond that, what made Sasuke happiest was that he could clearly feel his strength making significant progress.

The enhancement of his physical constitution meant that his body's cells contained more chakra. Just today, Sasuke had accidentally discovered that he could actually release a Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu with considerable lethality.

Sasuke was very happy, thinking about giving his parents and brother a surprise when he got home, and his pace quickened involuntarily.

However, soon, Sasuke noticed something wrong; the lights in the village were extinguished much earlier than usual.

Moreover, the streets of the Uchiha clan were deathly silent, without even the sound of a dog barking.

A thick, bloody stench permeated the air. Sasuke's face changed drastically, and an extremely ominous premonition welled up from the bottom of his heart.

In the darkness, Obito stood on a rooftop, resting his chin on his hand as he watched Sasuke run home, unable to help but sigh:

"What a pitiful little brat. That guy Itachi is truly cold-blooded."

Just then, a sense of extreme unease rose from his heart, instantly enveloping his entire body. Obito felt a sharp, intense sense of crisis.

Obito subconsciously turned his head to look behind him and let out a low shout:

"Who is it? Come out!"

BOOM!

A terrifying aura surged from the darkness, the sudden impact catching Obito off guard and nearly sending him flying backward.

Obito watched the figure slowly emerge from the shadows as if facing a mortal enemy, but the moment he saw the person's face, he was completely stunned...