As the sun gradually sank, Sasuke reached his front door.
But something was very wrong.
The grass outside the door had been trampled beyond recognition, as though a crowd had gathered there.
Even the potted plants Mom tended had been smashed, leaving soil and broken pottery scattered across the ground.
A bad feeling welled up in his heart.
Sasuke took out his key, unlocked the front door, and stepped inside.
Something was wrong, very wrong. A faint smell of blood hung in the air.
"Ah, Sasuke, you're home."
Mikoto's voice came from the brightly lit room.
"Come on in."
Her voice sounded a little heavy, without its usual cheer and ease.
After all, a group of clansmen had rushed into Mikoto's home that morning, saying Itachi had slaughtered members of the Uchiha Clan.
Then her husband had stepped forward, talking their ears off and soothing them, yet the clansmen still weren't satisfied.
Her eldest son had already been stripped of his Uchiha membership! What more did they want?!
(Mikoto: All they lost were their lives, but my eldest son lost his entire home!!!)
Now, in principle, the clansmen wouldn't have let Fugaku fob them off so easily.
But those principles were sitting in Fugaku's eye sockets.
What were those black-and-red Mangekyō things spinning away with a whir?
Wait, so both you and your son had them!
Ahem. In that case, we're very satisfied with the decision to expel Itachi from the Uchiha Clan.
Mikoto, however, was furious.
These two men had planned something like this without telling her a thing.
And Fugaku-if anything had happened to Itachi, could he have taken responsibility?!!!
I was the one who gave birth to him! Me!!!
And so, Fugaku's waist was very red that day, with some very deep marks.
"Sasuke."
Looking at Sasuke