Sasuke roared hysterically, his voice hoarse with extreme rage.
Faced with Sasuke's questioning.
Itachi merely coldly flicked the blood from his blade.
He looked down at Sasuke from above.
"Foolish."
Itachi uttered the two words flatly.
"To measure my own capacity, this was merely a necessary sacrifice."
"This is the world of shinobi."
"This is... the fate of the Uchiha."
"What kind of joke is this..."
Sasuke trembled all over, tears mixed with blood streaming down his face.
"For such a reason..."
"For such a... ridiculous reason!!"
Fugaku, held in his arms, struggled to raise a hand.
That large hand, drenched in blood, trembled as it caressed Sasuke's face.
"Sa... suke..."
Fugaku's voice was weak to the extreme.
Sasuke hurriedly lowered his head and gripped his father's hand.
"I'm here! Father, I'm here!"
Fugaku looked at Sasuke, his eyes full of reluctance and hope.
"Live... on..."
"Grow... stronger..."
Before he could finish.
Fugaku's hand suddenly dropped, falling limply to his side.
Those eyes that had once been so imposing slowly closed.
Although Uchiha Fugaku was only pretending, at this moment, in Sasuke's eyes, this was death.
"Father?"
Sasuke gently shook Fugaku's body.
"Father... wake up..."
There was no response.
His father was dead.
Killed by that man... by his own older brother...
"Ah..."
Sasuke opened his mouth wide, a dry rasp escaping his throat.
Overwhelming grief instantly shattered his reason.
Then came hatred for Itachi—and even more, hatred for his own helplessness! It flooded Sasuke's heart like madness.
If I had been stronger, if I weren't so useless...
Father wouldn't have died!!
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"
Sasuke threw back his head and howled.
An unprecedented power surged forth wildly.
Sasuke's original Three-Tomoe spun madly.
Faster and faster.
Until, at last.
The three tomoe connected into one.
They transformed into a black, strange pattern