"Ah—"
"No!"
"Help! Don't kill me, don't kill me!"
"..."
Unlike the original silent midnight assassination, this time, with seventy percent of them needing to be brought out and a barrier sealing the area, it was destined not to end peacefully.
Itachi Uchiha's path of slaughter was accompanied by countless screams.
Throughout the Uchiha Clan compound, people fled in panic everywhere, yet none could escape that grim reaper-like figure.
Uchiha Mikoto stood blankly in the street where blood flowed like a river, watching familiar figures from years gone by die before her eyes, one after another.
The uncles and aunts by the roadside always gave her a free bouquet of flowers whenever she came home.
The aunt at the corner had invited her to dine with her countless times, always fond of talking about the future.
There were many other clan members as well. They had never treated her poorly, yet they firmly believed the Uchiha Clan should rule this village, firmly attributing the clan head's death to oppression by the Hokage.
After the Third Hokage's prolonged suppression, followed by the Fourth Hokage crushing the clan head to death with his bare hands, this generation of clan members had long since had their sense of right and wrong twisted.
To Mikoto, they were good family members. But to Wuye, they were enemies.
Tears kept slipping from the corners of her eyes.
Is there really no way? she could not stop thinking.
If she could return to the past, could she have changed something?
If she had worked to change the clan's mindset many years ago, would things have been different?
If she had married Wuye earlier, would the Uchiha Clan have seen the Hokage as one of their own?
As the yearning in her heart grew stronger and stronger, the