A surge of fury rose from the depths of Shinichi's heart, and the Taiji Diagram in his Sharingan began spinning madly.
He did not suppress that anger. Instead, he let it burn—this was exactly the emotion he needed.
"Fire Release: Great Dragon Flame Technique!"
A massive, scorching fire dragon erupted from Shinichi's mouth and instantly swallowed the entire house.
The Root ninjas did not even have time to scream before they were reduced to charred corpses by the intense heat.
Shinichi stood before the burning ruins, the crimson glow in his Sharingan growing ever more bewitching.
"Who are you?" A cold voice came from behind him.
Shinichi slowly turned around and saw Itachi Uchiha standing on a rooftop some distance away, his scarlet Mangekyō Sharingan gleaming beneath the moonlight like a demon's eyes.
Sasuke Uchiha lay unconscious behind him, carelessly tossed to one side.
"Uchiha... Shinichi?" Surprise flashed through Itachi's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. "So there was still a fish that slipped through the net."
Shinichi pretended to roar in rage. "A fish that slipped through the net? Itachi, what reason did you have for slaughtering your own clan? For that laughable peace of yours? Does the village's stability outweigh the clan?" His voice suddenly rose. "What right do you have to still bear the Uchiha name?"
Itachi's pupils contracted slightly. Shinichi's words had clearly struck a nerve. But his expression soon turned cold again. "The reason no longer matters. Since you're still alive, let me send you on your way."
"Tsukuyomi!"
The world suddenly changed color. Shinichi's vision blurred, and he found himself in a blood-red space.
Countless blades stabbed at him from every direction, piercing his body in an instant. Agonizing pain crashed over him like a tide, but Shinichi smiled.
"Is that all you've