Uchiha Itachi returned home and stood once more in the shadows of the corridor, his gaze fixed on the front gate.
He began to wait, growing more anxious by the moment.
He waited for his father, his mother, and Sasuke.
The fact that they had not returned yet was, in a way, good news. It meant Uchiha Yongye had not thrown them straight out. Itachi knew Yongye's temper well. If that Madmen had turned on them then and there, he would not have spared anyone's dignity.
But their continued absence also meant his father and mother were enduring humiliation he could not imagine.
Uchiha Yongye hated their family.
He hated his father for failing to see justice done for him, and he hated Itachi for siding with Konoha!
Now that they had asked him for help, that Madmen would never pass up the chance for revenge.
What would his father face? What would his mother face? What would his little brother face?
The more Uchiha Itachi imagined it, the angrier he grew. His fingers slowly curled into fists at his sides, his knuckles cracking.
"Uchiha Yongye!"
He forced the name through clenched teeth, every syllable carrying a murderous intent that seemed to seep from his bones.
That intent grew so dense it was almost tangible, gathering around him until even the air seemed to tremble!
A few dead leaves lifted from the stone paving at his feet, swirled around his ankles, then settled again.
He had already punished Danzo.
In the Tsukuyomi Space, he had sliced open Danzo's flesh one cut at a time, drawing scream after scream from him. Yet after leaving the Tsukuyomi Space, the murderous intent in his heart had not faded at all. It had only grown stronger.
Because to Itachi, Uchiha Yongye was the true