Shinobi World No. 1.
Autumn, Year 51 of Konoha.
The night of the massacre, after midnight.
The Uchiha Clan Compound had fallen completely silent. The screams, the whistles of blades cutting through the air, the pleas for mercy, the weeping-all had vanished. Only the wind remained, along with the faint barking of dogs from distant Konoha. The smell of blood filled the night air, so thick that even the moon had hidden behind the clouds.
Itachi stood before a stone wall deep within the compound. It looked no different from the walls beside it-the same bluestone, the same cracks, the same moss. But Itachi knew there was a hollow space behind it. He used blood to undo the seal. The runes on the wall slowly lit up with a dark red glow, then dimmed. The stone wall parted soundlessly, revealing a flight of steps leading down.
The secret chamber.
The place where the Uchiha Clan stored forbidden things. Itachi had never entered it, but he knew about it. Shisui had told him. "If one day you reach that point, go to the secret chamber. What you need is there."
Itachi descended the steps. Luminous ore embedded in the stone walls on either side cast a dim, yellowish light over the passage. A stale smell hung in the air, as though no one had been there for a very long time. Footsteps echoed through the narrow passage, one after another, like a heartbeat.
At the end of the steps stood a stone door. Carved into it was the Uchiha Clan's crest-that red-and-white war fan. Itachi reached out and pressed his hand against the crest. Blood seeped from his fingertips into the cracks in the stone door. The crest glowed dark red, and the door slowly opened.
The secret chamber was small,