In midair, the blood-red illusion continued.
Each scene recording those crimes was like a red-hot blade stabbing viciously into the hearts of every Konoha resident present.
But Yoru felt the heat was not enough.
"Itachi, serve them something heavier."
Yoru's voice was quiet, yet it reached Itachi's ears clearly.
"Show everyone those two prized treasures you've been keeping hidden as well."
Itachi nodded, his scarlet Mangekyō Sharingan spinning rapidly.
The image in midair suddenly went dark.
When it lit up again, the atmosphere had become even more oppressive—and bloodier.
The figure at the center of the image was a resolute middle-aged man with long silver-white hair.
A short blade glowing with white chakra was strapped to his back.
Konoha's White Fang, Hatake Sakumo.
In the image, Sakumo was leading an Anbu squad on a top-secret mission deep within enemy territory, one where survival was far from certain.
Yet during the mission, two of his comrades accidentally fell into an enemy trap and were surrounded.
On one side was classified intelligence that could determine the success or failure of the village's strategy.
On the other were comrades he had lived and fought beside, brothers in all but blood.
Sakumo hesitated for only half a second.
He chose the latter.
He abandoned the mission and, despite suffering grievous injuries, forcibly rescued his two comrades from the encirclement of over a hundred enemies.
Up to this point, there had been nothing unusual about the scene.
It was stirring, and perfectly aligned with Konoha's long-promoted ideal of "comrades above all else."
But what followed left everyone unable to smile.
After returning to the village.
What awaited Sakumo was neither praise for a hero nor gratitude from his comrades.
It was overwhelming condemnation and abuse.
"For the sake of two useless fools, he abandoned an