He ran all the way, trying to clear his head. The Uchiha he passed recognized him and knew what had happened to his family recently, so none of them approached to speak to him. As they watched his retreating back, they cursed that old hag in their hearts.
When he arrived at his aunt's house, he saw two white lanterns hanging at the door, seemingly meant to light his sister's way home. Uchiha Yo took a deep breath and walked inside. The first thing he saw was his uncle sitting in the courtyard in black mourning clothes, while his teacher, Uchiha Ming, wore the same attire. Their three swords rested by the entrance.
Uchiha Yo lowered his head in greeting, doing his best to keep his voice from trembling. He forced himself to ask, "Uncle, where is my mother?" Uchiha Kirito said nothing, only stiffly pointing toward the house behind him. Uchiha Ming gestured for him to hurry inside and stop wasting words.
Uchiha Yo entered the house and reached the main hall, but he could not take another step. He saw his sister's memorial portrait, placed amid small flowers. Beside it were her favorite little toys, the rattle drum he had given her, and the small wooden comb Fugaku had given her. Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. What was this? What was this? What the hell had he trained for?!
Fuck, if I don't kill you people, I'll never be at peace!
He suddenly spun around and shouted, "Uncle, tell me! What do you practice the sword for? What the hell do you cultivate yourself for?!"
Uchiha Ran had come out as soon as she heard footsteps. Seeing her son's grief, she had wanted to comfort him, but before she could speak, he stormed out of the living