The night was dark and heavy, suffused with an eerie silence that seemed to suffocate the very air in Konoha. Under this suffocating darkness, an unspeakable tragedy was unfolding—the massacre of the Uchiha Clan. At the forefront stood Uchiha Itachi, cold and resolute, accompanied by his silent and deadly ally, Uchiha Obito.
Together, the two began their grim task: wiping out every member of the Uchiha Clan without mercy, regardless of age or gender.
One by one, the proud and noble clan members fell before their blades. The night echoed with desperate cries—anguished screams of mothers, fathers, children, and elders alike. The sound of steel striking flesh was merciless and unrelenting.
"Ah!"
"No! Please, someone help! Itachi has lost his mind!"
"Don't… don't kill my child!"
"I'll fight to the death!"
Itachi moved with terrifying precision. His blade, sharp and unyielding, flashed repeatedly in the dim moonlight, cutting down clansmen he had once called friends and family. Each strike was a mixture of desperation, duty, and overwhelming sorrow.
Counting silently in his mind, Itachi repeated, "One… two… three…" but the numbers blurred and lost meaning. Faces flickered through his memory—confident youths full of dreams, beautiful young women with hopes for the future, lively children playing without a care, resolute men and virtuous women who had once protected their clan, and the kind elders whose wisdom had guided them all.
All gone.
Watching their terrified expressions, seeing their pain and shock as they met death, seeing the bloodied ground beneath his feet, and the crimson-stained blade in his hand—it was all a cruel nightmare he could neither wake from nor escape. Yet, numbly, without pause, he continued.
"It's all your fault! You wanted to rebel! Your arrogance has doomed us all! It's your pride, your refusal to understand others—it's all your fault!" he screamed silently to himself.
And then, the hatred he once thought to direct at the clan turned inward.
"It's all my fault for being unable to solve this."
Outside the village, a handful of terrified Uchiha tried to flee the carnage, but a swift strike from ANBU ninja snuffed out their hopes. None escaped the night's wrath.
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Inside the Uchiha household, word of the massacre had reached Uchiha Fugaku and Uchiha Mikoto. They sat quietly, the weight of despair pressing down on them. Mikoto's tears flowed endlessly, powerless to accept the horror wrought by their own son.
She knew all too well the immense pain Itachi would carry from this night—a burden of guilt so heavy it would haunt him for a lifetime. The knowledge of his torment deepened her sorrow, and the tears wouldn't stop.
As they knelt in their home, awaiting death, footsteps approached.
"You're still alive, Izumi," Fugaku said quietly.
Indeed, Uchiha Izumi appeared, clutching her wounded back. A twisted grin played on her lips despite the pain. "Your son is cunning beyond belief," she said with a dry laugh. "He actually ambushed me. Ow… it hurts so much."
Fugaku's eyes narrowed with sudden realization. "So, you've learned Izanagi. The clan is finished… and you didn't help. You don't intend to help us, do you?"
Izumi smiled coldly. "Oh dear, Clan Head Fugaku, don't say that. I haven't used Izanagi. I want to master my mother's ninjutsu on my own terms. Besides, what good would it do to tell you this? I've actually always wanted to kill you. But then I thought, letting your own son do it… that seems fitting. Hehehe."
Fugaku's shoulders slumped. "So you foresaw this day long ago. Well, you succeeded. I wish I were dead already." He looked up at the sky, exhausted. "Then why have you come here?"
Izumi's voice grew cold and hard. "My mother left me two gifts—two precious things I want to reclaim. Where did you hide them?"
With a sigh, Fugaku pointed toward a hidden spot. "In the secret room here."
Without hesitation, Izumi opened the concealed door and stepped inside. She retrieved two scrolls and studied them silently for a long while.
Finally, she gathered the scrolls and the valuables, clutching them carefully before exiting the room.
Fugaku's eyes lingered on her as she examined the treasures. He asked softly, "Where did we, the Uchiha, fail?"
Izumi's voice was sharp, biting. "Of course, it's you—useless Clan Head Fugaku—and your useless son. You couldn't manage the clan or your own child. Though your son is ruthless, arrogant, and looks down on everyone, he's still talented. Hehehe."
Mikoto sobbed bitterly, "Please… please save Itachi in the future. He's still so young and has suffered too much. The guilt he will bear for the rest of his life… it's unbearable."
Izumi stopped, looked at Mikoto, and said with icy calm, "This is his choice. Besides, Itachi and I… we aren't finished yet."
With that, Izumi turned and left without another word.
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Not long after, Itachi returned, his blade stained crimson from the blood of his clan. He quietly opened the door but faced no resistance from his parents.
His father bowed his head, eyes on the floor. His mother stared blankly at the ceiling.
Fugaku spoke quietly, "I don't want to fight my son."
Itachi stepped behind them, holding his bloodied blade tightly.
Calmly, Fugaku said, "So, you've chosen your side."
Reluctantly, Itachi spoke, "Father, Mother… I…"
Mikoto's gaze drifted to the clan crest nearby. She whispered, "We understand, Itachi."
Fugaku looked up at his son. "Itachi, promise me one last thing. I entrust Uchiha Sasuke to you."
Itachi's raised blade faltered. Tears streamed down his cheeks. "I understand…"
He gripped the trembling blade, hesitating.
Fugaku continued, "Don't be afraid. This is the path you've chosen. Our pain is only momentary compared to yours. Even if our views differ, I am proud of you."
Hearing Itachi's quiet weeping, Fugaku said softly, "You truly are a kind child."
Before her death, Mikoto warned, "Itachi, be careful. This is not over yet…"
Itachi's blade descended swiftly.
He looked at his parents' lifeless bodies, and for a long time, silence filled the room.
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After Itachi left, a shadow stirred nearby—Izumi's figure emerged.
She stuck out her tongue, licking her lips with a wicked grin. "Ah, the Mangekyo Sharingan. I'll take it."
She dug out their eyes and replaced them with those of others before slipping away into the darkness.
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On the rooftop of the Uchiha compound, Uchiha Obito stood silently, gazing down at the remnants of the clan below.
Izumi appeared beside him.
For a long moment, neither spoke. Both stared at the place where their childhood had unfolded—now reduced to ruins.
Eventually, Obito turned and left, searching for Itachi.
Izumi murmured softly to herself, "Mother, the Uchiha Clan is destroyed. Next, I will settle scores with those in Konoha Ninja Village. Slowly, patiently."
Her figure vanished into the night.
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Meanwhile, Itachi sought out the Third Hokage to explain everything that had transpired.
Izumi arrived at a secure location in Konoha where vital ninjutsu scrolls were stored.
The village was on lockdown, its attention focused on the Uchiha compound, meaning patrols elsewhere were sparse.
Alert ninja spotted Izumi and shouted, "Hey! Who are you? No one is allowed outside!"
"Damn it! Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique!"
Black lines erupted from Izumi's body. They pierced the hearts of the startled ninja and absorbed their bodies, growing stronger.
Izumi walked inside the storage facility.
She reached out to touch the scrolls, but a barrier shimmered into existence, blocking her path.
She sneered. "Divine Ink's spiritual power, huh?" she said. Her hand merged with the barrier, passing through it effortlessly. The barrier was useless against her.
She copied the contents of the Scroll of Seals, then casually threw it on the floor.
One by one, all the other ninjutsu scrolls were copied similarly.
Izumi exited and strolled down the empty street without using her Kamui.
She knew the village was on lockdown to prevent any incidents during this chaotic night.
Suddenly, a voice called from behind her.
"Hey! Who are you? Didn't they say no one is allowed out?"
Izumi's lips curled into a faint smile as she slowly turned her head.
"Sarutobi Muraki-sensei, I seem to be lost. Can you help me?" she said with an awkward, forced grin.
Muraki, a proud member of the Sarutobi Clan and well-informed elite, took a step back in shock.
"You… Uchiha Izumi? But… you're supposed to be dead!" He stared at her incredulously.
"Who exactly are you?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Izumi's smile deepened, her eyes gleaming with something unreadable.
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