Konoha Cleans Up 2

Wouldn't it be better to die by my own right hand?

If nothing unexpected happened, that old bastard Supreme Danzo would be coming to gouge out my eyes before long.

And according to the plot in my memories, when the entire Uchiha Clan was resurrected later on, not a single clansman could be revived. That meant the Uchiha Clan's corpses had either all been burned or turned into 10086 pieces in a laboratory, impossible to find even one piece of.

Don't panic. Calm down. Since I still have consciousness, there must be a way. There must be!

Uchiha Feiyun forcibly suppressed his fear and kept trying all sorts of methods. Upward, upward, soul leaving the body... After failing to control himself for a year, trying to move his limbs still failed. Damn it, calm down for a year? My soul!

Right, first I should see where my mental power is.

With that thought, Uchiha Feiyun steadied his mind. His mental power calmed and slowly sank, withdrawing into his body. Sure enough, he made a new discovery. His mental power was like a transparent field of energy inside his mind. At that moment, everything seemed to become clear.

Uchiha Feiyun stopped trying to use his brain to control his body, because his body was already dead, and so was his brain.

After many attempts, Uchiha Feiyun finally managed to mobilize his mental power.

Lying motionless on the ground, Uchiha Feiyun suddenly twitched a finger. Although he could barely make his body move, he could not feel happy at all.

No, this body was too clumsy. Even if he could walk, there was no way he could escape. What should he do?

Just then, Fei Yun's mental power flowed over his severed neck, and something miraculous happened. The wound on his neck actually healed quite a bit. He hurriedly concentrated his mental power there, and sure enough, the wound quickly closed and healed. Cells regenerated and reconnected as Uchiha Feiyun slowly crawled out of the pool of blood and knelt on one knee.

How was he supposed to escape next?

If anyone discovered him, he would still be doomed to die.

Uchiha Feiyun frowned and thought for a while, but he simply could not come up with a way to escape the clan grounds and Konoha.

Anyone could tell with their toes that Konoha would never fail to prepare proper measures for such a massive operation.

The entire Uchiha Clan compound was probably under Anbu surveillance.

Forget the terrifying big shots; even an ordinary Anbu ninja was not someone Uchiha Feiyun could handle. He could only play dead and wait to see what happened.

Uchiha Feiyun dug out the Sharingan of the clansmen around him, then ruthlessly gouged out his own eyes as well.

He took out a spatial storage scroll and put away a large bottle of nutrient solution filled with Sharingan.

Then Uchiha Feiyun cut open his abdomen and carefully hid the scroll inside.

There was no choice. If he did not do this, someone would definitely take the eyes.

After doing all that, Uchiha Feiyun lay back down and continued playing dead, tearing open his healed neck again.

In any case, this body looked like a corpse now. No one would be able to spot anything wrong.

Itachi stood once more in his family courtyard, looking at the warm light shining through the paper doors. His father Fuyue and mother Uchiha Mikoto were waiting in the living room. They knew Itachi would come.

As the head of the Uchiha Clan, Fuyue had long foreseen this day through the Sharingan. Tonight, he had even taken down several of the clan's most troublesome powerhouses in advance. He feared that his two sons would die in the chaos.

Come in.

Itachi's father's steady voice came from inside. Itachi pushed open the door and saw his parents sitting solemnly before two cups of tea that had long gone cold.

His mother's eyes were red and swollen; she had clearly been crying. His father, however, looked calm, as if he had already accepted the arrangement of fate.

I gave Sasuke a mission to train at the back mountain. With his detention at the academy, he should not be back for quite some time.

Fuyue looked straight into his son's eyes. That gives you enough time to complete your mission.

Mikoto's tears welled up again.

My child, why would you do this for the peace of the village?

Itachi's voice was cold, unlike his own.

The Uchiha rebellion would plunge Konoha into civil war and give others an opportunity to take advantage.

I cannot allow that to happen.

Fuyue let out a long sigh. I understand. What did Danzo and the Third Hokage give you? A promise of Sasuke's life?

Itachi answered briefly, He will live.

As the last Uchiha.

Fuyue closed his eyes and slowly nodded. Do it. But promise me that you will protect your younger brother.

A flash of steel passed by. The Uchiha Clan head and his wife fell into a pool of blood. Itachi knelt and gently closed his parents' eyes. At last, a crack appeared on his face, and a tear fell onto his father's gradually cooling cheek.

Uchiha Itachi dug out his parents' eyes. He hesitated for a moment, but in the end used Amaterasu to burn them away.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

I'm back!

Sasuke's cheerful voice drew closer.

Dad, Mom, I learned Big Brother's shuriken technique today.

Itachi quickly wiped away his tears, rose to his feet, and turned toward the door.

Seven-year-old Sasuke excitedly pulled open the door, but the smile on his face froze the instant he saw the scene inside.

What happened?

Sasuke's voice trembled, and his small body began shaking uncontrollably.

He saw his parents lying in a pool of blood, saw the blood-dripping blade in his brother's hand, and saw those unfamiliar eyes filled with killing intent. Itachi's voice was cold, inhuman.

You are too weak.

Sasuke's pupils shrank to pinpoints. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees.

Hm?

No... no, that's impossible.

Mom, Big Brother... Do you want to know why?

Itachi's Mangekyo Sharingan began to turn. Look into my eyes!

A terrifying genjutsu instantly invaded Sasuke's mind. It was so advanced that it felt like he was truly there.

He saw his brother slaughtering the entire clan, heard children crying out, smelled the heavy stench of blood. Every tragedy replayed before his eyes, each detail so clear it made him sick.