Uchiha Itachi felt like laughing as he looked at the blade that had pierced his chest yet avoided any fatal injury.
"You avoided my vital organs. It looks like you really do have something to ask me."
"Answer my question, or I can take your life at any moment."
As he spoke, Sasuke tightened his grip on the Kusanagi Sword.
"When you slaughtered our clan, some of its members were away from the compound.
Shisui told me that those clan members were attacked too.
Their attacker wore a strange mask, and he had the Sharingan, just like us.
Now, tell me. Who was he?
After I kill you, killing him will be my next goal."
"Heh. You want to kill him?"
"Tell me. Who was he?"
"Fine. Since you want to know, I'll tell you.
He was...
Madara...
Uchiha."
"Madara Uchiha?"
Sasuke's eyes widened, then he began to laugh.
"Hahaha! Are you joking? Madara Uchiha?
I've met the real Madara Uchiha."
Itachi continued without a trace of hurry.
"Everyone perceives things differently and sees different things. How do you know that what you saw was real?"
"Yes, how can I be sure that what I saw was real?
I've wished that everything I went through was nothing more than an illusion. That there was no rebellion, no Night of the Uchiha Massacre.
That I was still the boy who could do as he pleased, and you were still the gentle older brother I could rely on.
But my eyes have seen through every falsehood.
I've seen the truth!"
Sasuke threw a punch behind him, and lightning exploded.
Blue lightning tore through the air and struck beside Uchiha Itachi's head.
A fraction closer, and it would have blasted his head apart.
"My eyes aren't what they used to be. They can