Uchiha Yao looked down at Uchiha Itachi beneath his feet.
The Uchiha genius who had once stood so high above others was now left with only faint, ragged breaths.
"Since you love sacrificing yourself for the village so much."
"Then these Mangekyō Sharingan of yours, which betrayed your clansmen and betrayed the Uchiha."
"I'll keep them for you."
"You don't deserve these eyes. Your very existence is a desecration of these Mangekyō!"
These eyes contained immense ocular power and were exceedingly rare, valuable material.
For a traitor like Itachi, putting him to good use was his final value.
"No..."
Lying on the ground, Uchiha Itachi made hoarse, incoherent sounds in his throat.
These eyes were his last shred of pride.
Fear.
Having his limbs crippled and an arm torn off—those physical torments were nothing compared to the despair of losing his eyes.
To an Uchiha, eyes were everything.
Uchiha Yao's fingers had already touched Itachi's eyelids.
Itachi's body convulsed violently.
Elsewhere.
With Uchiha Obito.
"Urgh..."
He clutched his arm and let out a pained groan, his body shaking uncontrollably from the agony.
Uchiha Yao!
"Damn it!"
"Uchiha Yao, I'll kill you!"
"Obito, you're in terrible condition."
Black Zetsu's cold voice drifted from the shadows nearby.
"But now isn't the time for you to be afraid."
Obito suddenly raised his head.
"What happened now?"
"Obito, Itachi is about to die."
That name made Obito's movements pause slightly.
"Just now, Itachi had his limbs broken by Uchiha Yao, one arm torn off. Now... Uchiha Yao is digging out Itachi's eyes."
"Itachi's Mangekyō Sharingan is crucial to our plan to capture the tailed beasts."
"We can't lose him."
Obito's breathing grew heavy.
Uchiha Yao's image surfaced in his mind once more.
A deep fear once again shrouded Obito's heart.
"I... won't accomplish