The rain was still falling. Uchiha Yū held an umbrella and had gone out early that morning.
No matter which clan they belonged to, everyone on the road was dressed in black. Led by their respective clan heads, they made their way to the cemetery.
All eyes were fixed ahead, where the Third Hokage stood.
The atmosphere today was especially heavy. Quite a few injured or sick shinobi had attended the funeral. Uchiha Yū stood at the very back, in the Uchiha Clan's section.
Rows upon rows of gravestones represented fallen comrades. Uchiha Yū looked toward the front, where the heads of every clan had gathered. The Third Hokage stood in the middle, delivering the eulogy.
It was nothing more than commemorating those who had died in the war, followed by another round of preaching about the Will of Fire.
Uchiha Yū lowered his head slightly, hiding the disdain in his eyes. The Will of Fire should have meant fewer people dying, not more. Especially when none of the village's higher-ups had died, while the great clans and commoners alike had suffered staggering losses.
From this alone, Uchiha Yū felt that the Will of Fire had been completely twisted. Even if the Hokage did not need to go to the battlefield and was mainly responsible for command and securing the rear, the two Hokage advisors were not elderly. They were still in their prime, yet they had remained cooped up in the village the entire time.
Not to mention Danzo, who had only held everyone back. The already somber Uchiha Yū felt several more sparks of anger rise within him.
"What a joke..."
Who knew how many people had died for these parasites of Konoha, only for their lives to be summed up with the absurd phrase "Will of Fire."