"It was all my fault."
Uchiha Itachi lay prostrate on the ground, blood once again soaking his empty eye sockets. He pleaded in a voice bordering on despair:
"Second, I can atone with my life, but-but Sasuke is innocent. Please spare him!"
Hearing this, the Third wore an expression of pity.
He knew just how deeply Itachi treasured and loved his younger brother.
Danzo had undoubtedly used Sasuke as leverage, forcing Itachi down that road of no return and making him raise his blade.
Faced with Itachi's desperate pleas, Tobirama merely gave him a cold glance. He felt nothing, and even found it a little laughable-
If this man truly loved his brother, he would not have slaughtered the entire clan and left him alone.
Tobirama could not even imagine how a seven-year-old child was supposed to go on living after his whole clan was wiped out, with his own older brother as the murderer.
Never mind the entire shinobi world coveting the Uchiha Clan. Simply not killing himself on the spot to join his clansmen already showed how extraordinarily strong this child was.
Uchiha Itachi's so-called "love" really was more than anyone could bear!
"Bring Uchiha Fugaku and Mikoto here."
Overnight, Fugaku and his wife had become utterly haggard and forlorn, looking years older.
When they saw Itachi with his eyes gouged out, their faces turned deathly pale. Tears spilled from Mikoto's eyes, while Fugaku's lips trembled and sweat streamed down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground.
"It was all my fault!"
After a brief silence, Fugaku finally broke down and fell to his knees. His face was white as frost, his voice filled with endless remorse.
"I should never have taken him to the battlefield when he was four!"
Hearing that nearly sent Tobirama through the roof.
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