He turned around and saw a beautiful woman with long purple hair step out from behind the shadow of a scorched tree, the night breeze brushing her clothes.
The Mangekyō Sharingan in her eyes had already activated.
Petal-shaped patterns slowly rotated in her pupils, beautiful and uncanny.
Uchiha Chiri came to a stop before him.
"What is your name, member of the Uchiha clan?"
"Uchiha Itachi. And yours?"
Itachi's voice was calm. He actually had little affection for his own clansmen. Apart from the like-minded Shisui, whom he wished he had met sooner, the others... heh. He still remembered how his clansmen had blocked his mother and Sasuke's path when he was a child.
"Uchiha Chiri. I heard about you from the Hokage. Itachi, you chose the Land of Grass."
Uchiha Chiri?
Uchiha Itachi narrowed his eyes. Back when his father was still around, he had read almost all of the Uchiha clan's top-secret records.
There was nothing about the Uchiha's history or secret techniques that he did not know.
"The creator of Izanami."
"Nothing worth mentioning."
"Hardly. Your name is renowned. It seems you intend to purge the clan."
Chiri looked at him quietly.
"No. I simply want to see whether you have the capacity to lead the clan further."
"That black flame you used just now-is it your Mangekyō Sharingan's ability? I can sense how powerful your ocular power is. I have only ever felt ocular power that strong from Madara Uchiha."
"Amaterasu. It burns everything within sight to ashes."
Itachi made no secret of it, answering openly.
"A fine ability. Your mastery of the Mangekyō shows that you have indeed been through a great deal."
Chiri nodded slightly.
"Then let me see your capacity."
Both her eyes began to rotate at the same time, her ocular power