“Ahhhhhhh!”
Thud!
Young Sasuke collapsed to the ground, his body trembling and drenched in sweat, with drool dripping from his mouth onto the floor.
Struggling to open his eyes, he turned his head to look at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure. Weakly, he asked, “Brother… why?”
The young man hid his expression in the darkness: “To measure my capacity.”
“…To measure your capacity? Just for that…”
Young Sasuke closed his eyes in pain, his face covered in sweat. “…Just for that, you killed everyone?”
The young man closed his eyes: “It was the most important thing.”
“……”
As the blood from his parents slowly seeped across the floor, young Sasuke suddenly struggled to his feet: “What…”
He suddenly lunged forward, his face contorted in anger: “Are you kidding me?!”
Thud!
Yukigetsu didn’t even see the young man’s movement before young Sasuke was hit hard in the stomach, collapsing at the young man’s feet with a loud thud.
In front of him were his father and mother, lying lifelessly on the floor, blood dripping…
Tap, tap, tap…
Young Sasuke’s eyes widened in horror as he realized how close he was to death. It was terrifying… too terrifying…
The young boy completely broke down, scrambling to his feet and fleeing in panic, even crashing into the door with a bang: “Ahhhh! Don’t kill me!”
Snap.
The young man stepped on the floor, easily catching up. In the dark, corpse-strewn street, he intercepted the crying and sweating young Sasuke.
Yukigetsu followed closely.
“You are not even worth killing… foolish little brother…”
The young man, hidden in the darkness, spoke with a cold, cruel tone: “If you want to kill me… then hate me… detest me! Live ugly! Run away desperately… cling to life desperately!”
He slowly turned away, his partially turned face revealing a Mangekyō Sharingan in one eye, eerily exquisite.
“One day, when you have eyes like mine… come and find me!”
Young Sasuke caught his breath, leaning on his knees as he struggled to stand.
The young man turned back one last time, gazing deeply at the boy before swiftly disappearing.
“Don’t go!”
Young Sasuke suddenly rushed forward, grabbing several kunai stuck in the ground. He leaped onto the roof and saw the young man’s silhouette falling to the ground.
Yukigetsu followed closely.
Swish, swish, swish!
Young Sasuke threw three kunai in rage. Yukigetsu noticed that the young man, who had been ruthlessly efficient earlier, reacted a moment too late this time. Perhaps he was caught off guard. He only managed to deflect two of the kunai, the third knocking off his Konoha headband.
Huff, huff…
Young Sasuke panted heavily, eventually collapsing from exhaustion. He didn’t see the final scene.
The cold, indifferent young man bent down to pick up the fallen headband, carefully retying it on his forehead. As he turned back, tears streamed down his face, falling to the ground, drop by drop…
Moonlight reflected off the Konoha headband, shining brightly…
Something’s not right…
Yukigetsu furrowed his brows. He had long suspected that the higher-ups in Konoha orchestrated the Uchiha massacre, but why was Sasuke’s brother the one to execute it?
More importantly, if he was truly cold and heartless, why would he show such an expression at the end? I must uncover the hidden truth behind this. Perhaps, it’s another cycle.
“Go back! I need to see what happened when he killed his parents. That scene will surely reveal what kind of person he really is.”
Yukigetsu’s eyes glowed with determination. The scene rapidly changed, and when it stopped, Yukigetsu was back at the moment when young Sasuke arrived at the Uchiha compound.
He didn’t follow young Sasuke this time. Instead, he sprinted ahead, quickly arriving at Sasuke’s house.
The door was shut tight; he couldn’t get in!
Yukigetsu’s mind raced. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he ran around to the back. The back door was open. He quickly passed through several rooms, arriving outside the main hall.
But the door was still closed!
How can I get in? No, I don’t need to get in; I need to see. Yes, there’s a window!
Yukigetsu ran quickly, soon arriving in the courtyard. Luckily, this was in Sasuke’s memory; otherwise, he might be out of breath by now.
He hurried to the window, peeking inside… no one!
How could this be?
“Father! Mother!”
At that moment, young Sasuke arrived at the door, the empty room echoing with “Sasuke… don’t come in,” a voice that sounded eerie.
As young Sasuke pushed open the door, three figures suddenly appeared inside the room, just as Yukigetsu had seen before.
He realized that in Sasuke’s memory world, he couldn’t see what Sasuke didn’t know.
Given that…
Yukigetsu furrowed his brows, quickly forming hand seals, and closed his eyes, muttering, “Spirit Release: Rewind!”
Spirit River, find me the memories of Fugaku Uchiha or Mikoto Uchiha…
After a moment, Yukigetsu opened his eyes, frowning. It wasn’t working. The principle of Spirit Release was to communicate with the Spirit River, and theoretically, anything in the Spirit River could be found. So why were there no memories of Fugaku or Mikoto Uchiha? Or was it… a lack of a medium?
Yukigetsu pondered for a moment before a flash of inspiration struck. He gathered his spiritual energy, focusing it on his eyes. In the next moment, like a scanner, he swept through the entire scene, then closed his eyes, rewinding!
Chakra rapidly consumed, and after a long while, just as he was about to give in, the scene suddenly shifted. In the next moment, he was inside the room, the truth unfolding before him…
It turned out that at the moment of their deaths, they were neither panicked nor angry, nor did they try to save themselves. They simply sat quietly in their home, waiting for the end.
They had anticipated this… Fugaku and Mikoto Uchiha.
Tap, tap, tap…
The young man approached step by step from behind, standing behind his parents with a short sword in hand, his expression dark.
“So, you chose their side?” Fugaku Uchiha closed his eyes.
The short sword in his hand trembled: “Father, Mother, I…”
He was at a loss for words, unable to face them due to the conflict between his position and his parents.
“We understand, Itachi…” Fugaku Uchiha slowly opened his eyes.
So his name is Itachi Uchiha…
A parent knows their child best. They didn’t need him to explain anything.
“Itachi, promise me one last thing…” Fugaku Uchiha said heavily. “Take care of Sasuke!”
His father’s final wish was still for the sake of his two children.
Yukigetsu noticed tears welling up in Itachi Uchiha’s eyes.
“Don’t be afraid… this is the path you chose.”
“Our pain will only last a moment compared to yours.”
“Even if our views differ, we are still proud of you!”
Yukigetsu was deeply moved. Even facing death at the hands of their own son, his father still encouraged and comforted him!
At that moment, Itachi’s psychological defenses as a ninja completely collapsed.
At that moment, he was not a spy for Konoha or an undercover Uchiha agent.
At that moment, he was simply Itachi Uchiha, the son of Fugaku and Mikoto.
At that moment, he released all his personal emotions, weeping uncontrollably, tears streaming down.
“You truly are a kind child…”
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