Behind all that joy and harmony lurked a pair of eyes filled with boundless resentment.
A pair of crimson eyes, one with a single tomoe and the other with two.
He glared hatefully at the arrogant Obito. The anger and hatred in his eyes were like boiling lava, nearly enough to burn the whole world to ashes. His nails dug deeply into his palms, yet he felt no pain.
But he lacked that ability. He could only bite down hard on his lower lip until he tasted blood, then silently turned and left.
However, on his way home—
"Yo—" A drawn-out voice carrying bone-chilling coldness came from behind him. "Isn't this our 'genius,' Uchiha Shota?" The voice dripped with malicious mockery, as horrifying as a venomous snake flicking its tongue.
Uchiha Shota spun around sharply, bloodshot veins filling his crimson Sharingan. "Uchiha Kaitai, what do you want?" His voice was terrifyingly hoarse, as though squeezed out from the depths of hell.
"What do we want?" Uchiha Kaitai spread his hands exaggeratedly, the corners of his mouth twisting into a vicious grin. "Hehehe, of course we want you to help us celebrate—" He suddenly leaned closer, his breath brushing Shota's face. "We awakened our eyes!"
In an instant, Uchiha Kaitai and the others activated their Sharingan. Crimson single tomoe gleamed with cruel light in the darkness.
"Uchiha Chuan helped you?" Shota forced the words out through clenched teeth, every syllable steeped in poisonous hatred.
"Uchiha Chuan?!" Kaitai's expression twisted instantly, and his voice rose sharply. "You think he'd still help us?!" He grabbed Shota by the collar, madness burning in his eyes.
"Hmph. If Uchiha Chuan didn't help you, could trash like you have awakened your eyes?" Shota sneered, contempt in his eyes as sharp as blades.
"Hahaha—" Kaitai suddenly burst