Before this, when Sasuke had flipped through that unofficial history and read about the so-called weapon, he had assumed it meant some Tailed Beast or something similar to Zero-Tails.
But now, that didn't seem to be the case.
It needed to collect vast amounts of chakra, and it could use all kinds of dojutsu...
His eyes shifted. Sasuke felt as though he had touched the paper covering the window, yet still couldn't poke through it.
The answer was right on the tip of his tongue.
But after racking his brains for ages, he still couldn't remember what it was.
Still, that wasn't much of a problem.
Casually leaving behind a set of Flying Thunder God Coordinates, he watched the departing Uchiha Clan members and sensed where they were gathering. Then his figure vanished.
At one of the Uchiha's Clan Grounds.
Several Uchiha gathered outside a building filled with corpses, their expressions grim.
"Donghua's younger brother is dead. That's the fifth one already."
As he spoke, the man who had broken the silence jerked his chin toward a nearby corpse covered in a white sheet.
Although the sheet covered it, everyone present had at least a three-tomoe Sharingan. Naturally, the missing parts around the corpse's eyes couldn't escape their notice.
Both eyes were gone, leaving only two bloody holes!
"...Damn the Senju Clan."
The three tomoe in his eyes spun faster. Uchiha Tuan fell silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth.
Everyone present sank into silence again.
They all knew who had gouged out the eyes of the man lying there.
Hateful though the Senju Clan was, they wouldn't desecrate a corpse like this. Such behavior was beneath them.
Only their own people could have taken those two three-tomoe Sharingan.
Sometimes, "your own people" who disagreed with your beliefs