The suspicion surrounding the Sharingan during the Nine-Tails' Attack eight years ago had long since pushed relations between the villagers and the Uchiha to the edge of a cliff. Many people had taken all their hatred for the Nine-Tails out on the Uchiha.
If they staged another rebellion now, even if Fugaku and the other ringleaders were dealt with, how were the surviving clan members supposed to live?
A clan of criminals who had tried to ** twice in a row?
Just thinking about it sent a chill down his spine.
"That makes sense." Minato Namikaze nodded in agreement.
Tsunade frowned. "Then what do you suggest?"
Itachi clenched his fists and fell silent for several seconds.
Finally, he raised his head, his voice resolute. "Let me bear all the blame alone."
In the north of the Land of Fire, on the border with the Land of Hot Water.
"Yin-Yang Rotation!"
Black and white chakra intertwined, spinning like a taiji sphere, far more powerful than the Hyuga Clan's ordinary Rotation.
Everything within dozens of meters was ground to fragments.
"So this is the real Rotation? Not bad."
A figure darted out through a gap in the Rotation, his voice tinged with mockery.
-it was Xuan Zhe.
The Yin-Yang Rotation gradually dissipated, revealing the face of the middle-aged man at its center.
His hair, pupils, skin, clothes... everything was deathly white.
Anyone who had watched Naruto would recognize that appearance at a glance-
The Ōtsutsuki Clan.
On either side, hundreds of meters away, stood a child.
The one on the left was Hinata Hyuga, who had left the village with Xuan Zhe.
The one on the right was likewise deathly white from head to toe, but his eye sockets were empty, with nothing inside.
A boy born without eyeballs.
Otsutsuki