Capítulo 42: The Night of the Uchiha Slaughter
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a haunting glow over the Uchiha compound. The air was heavy with an impending sense of dread, a darkness that seemed to swallow all hope. From the rooftop of the Uchiha household, Naruto stood silently, his figure blending with the shadows. His eyes, sharp and determined, watched over the compound below, waiting for the inevitable massacre to begin.
Tonight was the night Itachi Uchiha would slaughter his entire clan—a tragedy etched into destiny. But Naruto refused to let it all unfold as history intended. He had made preparations, carefully calculated every move. For the past few days, he had insisted Mikoto and Satsuki Uchiha stay at his house for a sleepover, ensuring their safety. Yet, there was one more person he needed to save—Izumi Uchiha. She hadn't joined the sleepover, preferring to stay in the compound. Naruto couldn't leave her behind.
As chaos began to unfold, Naruto moved. Shadows danced around him as he slipped into the Uchiha compound. From a distance, he could see Itachi, his blade drenched in blood, moving from one victim to the next with precision and ruthlessness. The sight was gut-wrenching, yet Naruto kept his emotions in check. There was no time for hesitation.
Izumi was wandering aimlessly through the compound, oblivious to the nightmare around her. Her steps faltered as she noticed Itachi approaching, his Sharingan glowing ominously in the dim light. Naruto didn't hesitate. He dashed forward, placing himself between Izumi and Itachi. Without a word, he placed a small moon-shaped cupcake in her hand.
"Eat it," he whispered urgently.
Confused but trusting, Izumi took a bite. The effect was immediate—she slumped into unconsciousness. Naruto caught her before she fell and gently laid her on the ground. Itachi stopped in his tracks, staring at the scene with cold, calculating eyes. For a moment, silence stretched between them.
"Itachi," Naruto said, his voice calm yet resolute. "It's okay. I know everything."
Itachi's eyes widened briefly before narrowing again. But Naruto continued, stepping closer. "You don't have to do this alone. I know the burden you're carrying. I know the pain."
Tears welled up in Itachi's eyes, though his expression remained stoic. He dropped his blade, falling to his knees. His voice broke as he whispered, "I've failed... my family, my clan, everyone I loved."
Naruto crouched down, placing a reassuring hand on Itachi's shoulder. "You still have people who need you—Mikoto, Satsuki, Sasukai, and Izumi. I'll protect them. You don't have to shoulder this burden alone."
Itachi looked at him, his Sharingan swirling with anguish. Naruto handed him a stack of paper and a pen. "Write letters to them, Itachi. Tell them what they mean to you, and I'll make sure they get them."
With trembling hands, Itachi took the pen and began to write. The weight of his emotions poured onto the paper, his tears smudging the ink. When he finished, he handed the letters to Naruto, who stored them safely.
"Thank you," Itachi murmured as he stood, his resolve hardening. "Protect them for me."
"I will," Naruto promised.
As Itachi disappeared into the night, Naruto turned his attention back to the compound. Using his Shadow Clone Jutsu, he gathered every Sharingan from the fallen Uchiha to ensure they wouldn't fall into the wrong hands. Just as he was about to leave, he heard someone shout from a distance, "No! There's not a single Sharingan left!"
Naruto smirked faintly. He had already taken care of it.
The Next Morning the Uzumaki household was unusually quiet as Naruto descended the stairs. In the dining room, Mikoto, Satsuki, and Izumi sat together, their faces pale and eyes red from crying. Kushina was doing her best to comfort them, but even she seemed shaken.
"Good morning, everyone," Naruto greeted, his tone gentle but steady.
Mikoto wiped her tears, managing a faint smile for Naruto. Satsuki and Izumi, however, were inconsolable. Kushina turned to Naruto, her voice heavy with grief. "Naruto, dear... we received news this morning. Itachi... he killed the entire Uchiha clan. The only survivors are Mikoto, Satsuki, Sasukai, and Izumi."
Naruto nodded solemnly. He glanced at the girls, his heart aching for their pain. Satsuki's fists were clenched tightly, her body trembling with anger. Izumi looked lost, her eyes unfocused.
"Satsuki, Izumi," Naruto said softly, drawing their attention. "I know you're angry and hurt, but I need you to listen. Izumi, do you remember what happened before you fainted?"
Izumi frowned, her brows knitting together in concentration. "I... I think I was standing in front of Itachi," she murmured. "And then... everything went black."
Naruto nodded. "That's because I saved you. I spoke to Itachi that night, and I know he regrets what he's done. He didn't want to hurt you or anyone else, but he had no choice. Before he left, I asked him to write letters for each of you."
He reached into his pocket and handed the letters to their respective recipients. As Mikoto, Satsuki, and Izumi read the letters, fresh tears streamed down their faces. They clutched the papers tightly, their grief momentarily softened by the words Itachi had left behind.
The sound of hurried footsteps interrupted the moment. Sasukai burst through the door, his face flushed from running. "Naruto!" he shouted, only to freeze as Kushina's fiery temper flared.
"How dare you break my door, Sasukai!" she yelled, slapping him so hard he flew backward and landed in a heap. Everyone stared at the scene in stunned silence before bursting into laughter.
Naruto chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't worry about Sasukai," he said, his tone light. "I've been keeping an eye on him through my shadow clones. He's fine."
As the laughter died down, Naruto turned his gaze back to the Uchiha survivors. "I promise you all, I'll protect you. We'll get through this together."
Mikoto gave him a grateful smile, her tears finally slowing. Satsuki and Izumi exchanged a look, their anger tempered by the warmth of Naruto's resolve. For the first time since the massacre, hope flickered in their hearts.
That night, as the Uzumaki household settled into a quiet stillness, Naruto stood by the window, gazing at the moon. His thoughts lingered on Itachi, now an exile burdened by his actions. Naruto vowed silently to honor his promise—to protect those Itachi left behind and to ensure that the Uchiha legacy would endure.
The night of the Uchiha slaughter had marked a tragic chapter in their lives, but it was not the end. It was a new beginning, one forged in pain but guided by hope.
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