Chương 33: Chapter 33: Fall of Uchiha

"Woof, woof…"

In the quiet Uchiha compound.

As night fell, lights flickered on in every household.

Occasionally, a dog barked in the distance.

Beneath a lamppost…

Itachi, dressed in the dark attire of the Anbu and carrying a shinobi blade on his back, stood silently, gazing at the glowing lights of the homes before him.

His Sharingan, with its three tomoe spinning in his eyes, radiated a cold determination.

Without further hesitation, he drew the blade from his back.

Then, he dashed toward the closest house.

Shick…

"Itachi?"

"Why…?"

Clang…

"My child…Itachi, you monster!"

"Ahhh…"

…

Screams of agony echoed through the compound.

One by one, the lights went out.

Angry shouts and desperate fighting could be heard, but the battles ended quickly.

Blood splattered across windows.

Itachi moved like a cold, unfeeling killing machine, mercilessly taking down anyone in his path.

No one was spared, not even defenseless clan members—men, women, children, all fell in pools of blood.

Some were people who had greeted him earlier that day, with friendly smiles and casual conversation.

Now, they lay motionless, their bodies scattered across the ground.

"Tsk, tsk… quite the ruthless sight…"

One by one, pale, white humanoid figures emerged silently from the ground, trailing the sounds of anguish and chaos.

Without hesitation, they harvested Sharingan from the fallen bodies.

Any clan member from a well-off household was thoroughly looted.

Because Kiyoshi had given them clear orders.

Not only did he want the Sharingan, but also the treasures and the countless secret jutsu, techniques, and forbidden arts that the Uchiha clan had amassed over generations.

Before long—

The figures reached the Uchiha archive, where forbidden and secret techniques were stored. The doors were locked to all except the clan leader and elders.

Guarded by skilled Uchiha shinobi, many of whom had mastered the three-tomoe Sharingan and reached elite Jonin level, the archive should have been impenetrable.

But Itachi, wielding the Mangekyo Sharingan, overpowered them with ease, killing them without hesitation.

With unmatched talent and help from his late friend Shisui, Itachi had become a master of Genjutsu.

He blurred illusion and reality,

A skill far beyond the grasp of these three-tomoe Sharingan users.

The Uchiha had grown overconfident in their eyes, convinced their Sharingan could pierce through any illusion, blind to the fact they were already ensnared.

This arrogance, along with Itachi's surprise attack, allowed him to exterminate even the most skilled of them in such a short time.

From a distance, watching Itachi eliminate the guards, the white figures emerged.

They retrieved storage scrolls and began carefully collecting every scroll and document—ninjustu, secret jutsu, and forbidden techniques—that the Uchiha had preserved over centuries.

With their unique abilities, they even reached hidden rooms where the most classified secrets were stored, escaping without a trace.

Soon, the entire archive was looted.

A fierce blaze erupted, consuming the building in flames…

At that moment—

In the residence of the Uchiha clan leader.

Uchiha Fugaku and his wife, Mikoto, knelt before Itachi as he entered, blade drawn.

Already understanding what was happening, Fugaku looked at his son with a calm expression.

"So, it seems you've made your choice, Itachi. You've chosen to stand with them…"

"Father, I'm… I'm sorry."

Itachi's gaze was firm. "This way, the village won't fall into chaos… and Sasuke will survive."

"Although I am the clan leader, I am also a father. I do not wish to fight my own son…" Fugaku gazed at him calmly, "Since you've chosen this path, then pursue it resolutely."

"You don't have to feel sorrow, Itachi. I don't blame you," Mikoto smiled warmly at Itachi, showing no fear of death.

"Father… Mother…"

Tears streamed down Itachi's face.

His hand, clutching the blood-stained blade, began to tremble.

Seeing her son's tear-streaked face, Mikoto's heart ached. "Our pain will be brief, but yours will last a lifetime."

"No matter what, you will always be my proud son."

"Please… take care of Sasuke."

Itachi, trembling, positioned himself behind his parents.

Both hands gripped the blade stained with the blood of his clan, and, with pain in his expression, eyes shut tightly.

He brought it down.

Shick! Shick!

Two figures fell silently to the floor, blood pooling beneath them.

Itachi collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face.

His Sharingan, once again, took on the form of a triangular pinwheel.

After a long silence, he took a deep breath.

Wiping blood from his face, he turned to see a small figure stumble into the room, face pale with terror.

It was his younger brother, Sasuke, just returning from the Ninja Academy.

As for why the Academy conveniently held him late with an event.

That was beyond explanation.

"Nii-san, what… what happened here?" Sasuke stammered, trembling, as he looked at the blood-stained bodies of their parents…

And at Itachi, covered in blood, his eyes cold and filled with murderous intent.

His face went pale as he struggled to comprehend. "Father and Mother… and everyone…"

After returning to the compound, he'd seen bodies of other clan members strewn across the streets.

Terrified but determined to reach home, he ran desperately.

But only to find his worst nightmare waiting.

He could barely accept the reality before him, overwhelmed with grief and fear.

"It was me…" Itachi's voice was cold.

Sasuke froze.

"What?"

Sasuke shook his head frantically, refusing to believe. "No… you're lying, right? This isn't you, Itachi!"

"Then see it for yourself!"

Itachi's Mangekyo Sharingan spun, forming the triangular pinwheel shape.

"Tsukuyomi!"

In an instant, the scene shifted.

Sasuke suddenly found himself observing from a third-person perspective, witnessing Itachi's slaughter of the first clan member, his merciless attack on their parents… the entire massacre of the Uchiha clan played out in horrifying clarity.

It was painfully real.

Yet, he could only watch. He couldn't intervene or stop it.

"No!"

Gasping for breath, Sasuke's face went pale, unable to process the reality, his shock mixed with anger.

He clenched his fists, shouting furiously at Itachi, "No… this can't be true. Tell me… why?"

Unable to believe that his beloved brother had mercilessly slaughtered their entire clan, including their parents.

"To test my capacity…" Itachi's voice was icy. "This foolish and arrogant clan, clinging to false glories, dreaming hopeless dreams, had no reason to exist anymore."

"Damn you…" Sasuke, now blinded by rage, lunged forward, his Sharingan spinning, a single tomoe beginning to form.

Watching Sasuke's anger fuel his Sharingan, Itachi, suppressing his inner anguish, ruthlessly struck out with a kick.

Boom!

Sasuke, now senseless, was thrown to the ground, curled in pain, drenched in cold sweat.

Realizing the vast power gap between him and Itachi, Sasuke's heart filled with terror as he looked up at his brother, who was now devoid of the gentle warmth he once knew.

He instinctively tried to flee.

But Itachi appeared before him in an instant.

Gripping Sasuke's throat, he used Tsukuyomi once more. "Ahhh… no, don't make me see it again… Nii-san, please… I can't take it…"

Seeing that Sasuke's Sharingan hadn't progressed further under this trauma, Itachi felt a pang of disappointment.

Holding the nearly broken Sasuke in one hand, he threw him aside.

Looking down at his brother's devastated face, filled with fear and hatred, he spoke coldly, "My foolish little brother…"

"If you wish to kill me, then curse me, hate me… live an ugly life of survival…"

"Run, escape, only to survive, and when you possess eyes like mine, come and face me."

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Chương 34: Chapter 34: Tremendous Gains

"Sasuke, strive to grow stronger. My eyes will always be here for you."

With these words, Sasuke, broken in spirit, collapsed unconscious on the ground.

Itachi, with tears staining his face, cast one final glance back at his parents' bodies before resolutely departing.

"Tsk tsk, what a touching display of familial love and brotherly bond." Two white figures silently emerged from the ground.

"You handle this, I'll search the rest of the place."

After all, it was the home of the Uchiha clan head, Uchiha Fugaku, so there was bound to be some valuable finds. Surely, there would be scrolls of jutsu and secret techniques hidden here.

A sharp, ripping sound followed.

Without hesitation, Uchiha Mikoto and Fugaku's eyes were ruthlessly gouged out one after the other.

"Fugaku's eyes… he truly unlocked the Mangekyo Sharingan…"

Looking at the blood-soaked eyeballs, the White Zetsu clone made by Kiyoshi marveled at the potent eye power within, delighted with the find.

Without even sparing a glance at the unconscious Sasuke, it carefully stored the collected Sharingan into a storage scroll before disappearing into the ground.

At that moment—

On the main street of the Uchiha clan district, the forces from the Root organization had already begun their operation.

Under Danzo's command, they moved to retrieve the Sharingan from the corpses scattered around.

Meanwhile, the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen, who appeared entirely unaware of the Uchiha massacre, finally arrived with the Anbu.

His expression was filled with shock as he looked upon the horrendous scene left behind.

"Search immediately, secure the bodies and check for any survivors!"

He took a deep breath and gave the order.

"Hiruzen, at least now the village is free of this threat," Danzo remarked directly.

"Regardless of the circumstances, the Uchiha were still part of Konoha… Danzo, you shouldn't have acted without authorization."

"This was a necessary sacrifice!" Danzo replied coldly.

To him, the rebellious Uchiha had long since been an obstacle to remove.

"You're too extreme, Danzo..." The Third Hokage frowned, clearly angered.

"The situation hadn't reached this point, yet you bypassed me as Hokage and incited Itachi to turn against the entire Uchiha clan."

"Hiruzen, everything I've done has been for Konoha." Danzo's face shifted as he raised his voice.

"For Konoha?" Hiruzen, puffing on his pipe, eyed Danzo keenly. "I suspect Shisui's death was also connected to you, wasn't it?"

"Danzo, I can no longer ignore your actions…"

Without giving Danzo, whose expression changed drastically, a chance to explain, the Third Hokage firmly declared.

"From today onward, you are stripped of your position as Hokage advisor, and the Root will be placed directly under Anbu's control."

"In addition, you are to remain at home in confinement, forbidden from leaving."

"Hiruzen, I—"

"No need to say anything further!"

Watching as Hiruzen left without a backward glance, having taken the opportunity to remove him as "Hokage advisor" under a pretext, Danzo's face turned dark.

He had no choice but to obey.

Moreover, he feared that if he continued to press, Hiruzen, who was deceptively gentle but sharp-minded, might force him to surrender Shisui's Mangekyo Sharingan as well.

"Damit…" Danzo muttered, his expression bitter and eyes filled with malice.

No matter what, he wasn't Hokage.

"Lord Danzo…"

A Root ninja appeared, kneeling before him on one knee.

Suppressing his anger, Danzo asked, "Have you tallied up the corpses?"

"Many Sharingan were taken, including those of Fugaku and Mikoto Uchiha," the Root ninja reported.

"Could it be Itachi's doing?" he speculated.

"What!?"

Danzo, who had marked those Sharingan as his own, was furious at the thought of someone daring to snatch them right under his nose.

"No… it couldn't have been Itachi. If he wanted to, he would have taken his parents' bodies with him," he concluded after a moment's analysis.

Grinding his teeth, he ordered, "Search! Don't miss any clues!"

"Understood—"

…

At the Ishikawa residence.

After dinner with Kurenai and Azumi, Kiyoshi saw Kurenai off, then returned to his room.

One by one, several white figures emerged silently through his wall, each placing a storage scroll in front of him.

Inside, they had sealed away substantial amounts of money, scrolls containing various jutsu… and even Sharingan.

"Amazing, the haul was immense…"

Kiyoshi sorted through the treasures, beyond the cash, there was a large quantity of gold and jewels.

While it wasn't the Uchiha clan's entire fortune—not even a tenth of their banked wealth—it was still considerable.

Much of it came from the homes of prominent Uchiha elders and high-ranking Uchiha Jonin.

"Genjutsu, ninjutsu, taijutsu…" he murmured with a smile.

"Not only did I gather techniques from individual Uchiha members, but the Uchiha clan's library contained a comprehensive selection of elemental jutsu for wind, lightning, water, fire, and earth.

From basic to advanced, even forbidden S-rank jutsu, and numerous advanced Genjutsu of the yin attribute… It truly lives up to its status as Konoha's most powerful clan."

"Not to mention, I've acquired a substantial number of Sharingan: 57 pairs with a single tomoe, 33 pairs with two tomoe, and 15 pairs with three tomoe…"

Looking at the blood-stained, red eyes, Kiyoshi was filled with excitement. "And… even one pair of Mangekyo Sharingan!"

"This is incredible."

He had to admit, it was all thanks to the White Zetsu clone's stealth abilities. Without it, taking such a risk would have been unthinkable.

Without White Zetsu's power, if he had tried to personally take action, he would've surely exposed himself. After all, the sensory ninjas in Konoha were not to be underestimated.

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