Konoha Cleans Up, Part 1

Uchiha Feiyun was sixteen years old. A Two-Tomoe Sharingan wielder, he was not considered outstanding in Konoha, but he was doing all right. At the very least, he possessed a Bloodline Limit and had just earned the rank of chunin.

He rapidly searched through the original owner's memories, trying to find a way out. But after thinking for a long while, he could not come up with anything truly useful. Escape was definitely impossible, and even if he managed to flee the clan grounds, it would probably still be a dead end. Warning some big shot and resisting together would not work either. Aside from the clan head, no one in the Uchiha Clan was Itachi's match—and that cowardly clan head had already given up resisting. Going to him might even get him sold out by Yuanfei Fuyue. There was no time to think about any of this!

Uchiha Feiyun felt the point of death drawing closer and closer to his home. Gritting his teeth, he rushed into his mother's and sister's room. There were only three people in their family, and he alone had awakened the Sharingan and become a ninja.

Uchiha Chiyao, Feiyun's mother, was startled awake. "Feiyun, what's wrong? Is something happening? You two, go back to sleep!"

With a chop, Uchiha Feiyun knocked out his not-yet-fully-awake sister, then struck again and knocked out his mother as well.

Earth Release: Earth Opening! He formed hand seals and used a basic Earth Release technique to send the two women underground. He then used several more basic Earth Release techniques to cover them loosely, leaving room for them to move so they would not be buried alive after waking up.

After finishing all that, Uchiha Feiyun took out six explosive tags. They had been bought by the original owner with all his savings.

As the explosions rang out, flames blew the entire house apart.

Original owner, this is all I can do. Whether they live or die has nothing to do with me!

Just then, Uchiha Feiyun sensed that Itachi had already killed his way to the end of the street. However, the explosion here had alerted all the nearby clansmen. They poured into the street and saw Itachi walking out through the gate of a clan residence.

Seeing Itachi covered in blood and carrying a slaughtering blade, how could the clansmen not know what had happened?

"Young clan head, why are you doing this?"

At once, pairs of Sharingan lit up. They were about to join forces and capture the murderer, turning it into a live group-assault game.

Uchiha Feiyun was overjoyed and immediately rushed out of the gate, intending to join the clansmen in taking down that great filial son.

Yet the gathered clansmen could not hinder Itachi's slaughter in the slightest. Instead, they made him kill with even greater fervor, as though saving him the time of searching everywhere for victims. With each swing of his blade, more Uchiha fell, and in the blink of an eye, corpses littered the street.

Uchiha Feiyun, who had already rushed out, stood frozen in place with his Two-Tomoe Sharingan wide open.

Did he have to be this fierce? How long had it been? He killed them all already?

Uchiha Feiyun looked at the slightly panting Itachi and paused. I see. Did he use the power of the Mangekyo Sharingan?

Seeing Itachi enter a weakened state, Uchiha Feiyun seized the opportunity and charged forward with a kunai. Then his throat turned sweet, and he collapsed to the ground as blood dyed the earth beneath him red.

What happened?

How was he so fast and so strong?

Could a Two-Tomoe Sharingan really not defeat the Mangekyo Sharingan?

Damn it!

Itachi stood not far away, turned his head to scan the area, then walked toward Uchiha Feiyun's home. After carefully slaughtering everyone nearby once more, he headed off to kill elsewhere.

This was already the very edge of the Uchiha Clan grounds. There were not many homes farther ahead.

Before long, Itachi had completed his task perfectly.

Standing atop a building, he silently curled his fingers as if counting people. After confirming that there were no survivors, he flashed away from the area.

Uchiha Feiyun watched Itachi's departing figure, then looked at the bloodied corpses all around him. How could the word "tragic" possibly describe this?

Judging by the time Itachi took to enter his home, his mother and sister had probably already been killed.

A wave of sorrow surged into Uchiha Feiyun's heart.

Having inherited the original owner's memories, he was naturally influenced by him. At the deaths of so many family members and friends, Uchiha Feiyun felt an intense grief.

The Two-Tomoe Sharingan in his eyes spun and transformed into Three-Tomoe Sharingan. Wait, why does something feel wrong?

Eh?

Wasn't I already dead?

Why can I still think? Why can I still see my surroundings?

I clearly fell face-down in a pool of blood!

Why can I see Itachi on the rooftop?

Uchiha Feiyun could not help thinking of the sixty-level spiritual power he had received when he transmigrated.

Wait!

Spiritual power?

Could this be the legendary path of spiritual power?

It was said that once spiritual power reached a certain level, one could ignore the death of the physical body and even reconstruct a body.

"Hahaha, it's finally my turn!"

"Konoha F4, Itachi, and Obito, just you wait! I will definitely repay this debt! None of you will have an easy time!"

However, Uchiha Feiyun seemed to have celebrated too soon. No matter how hard he tried or how many methods he attempted, his corpse remained completely motionless. As he lost more and more blood, his organs stopped functioning, his body gradually turned cold, and his entire body began to stiffen.

Sorry, I was too loud just now. Don't do this to me!

Uchiha Feiyun wailed inwardly. He was truly anxious, because Itachi had left.

Next, Root would come to clean up the area according to procedure. He knew very well that if he fell into Danzo's hands, he would not...