Amidst the swaying shadows of the trees, a figure clad in a black robe appeared out of thin air in front of Itachi.
The man wore a yellow mask with black patterns, revealing only one eye.
When Itachi saw this figure, he instinctively clenched his fists, his cold eyes filled with sharp killing intent.
A few years ago, this man had killed his comrades, forcing him to awaken his Sharingan.
"What, weren't you waiting for me?"
Obito let out a mocking laugh. "If not, then I'll be on my way."
'Damn it!'
Itachi suppressed the hatred in his heart and spoke word by word, "I need your help."
"You should know my conditions."
"I'll join your organization."
Itachi's tone was very cold. Joining this organization would also allow him to gather intelligence for Konoha.
"Leave the Uchiha in the Military Police Force to me." Obito's voice turned indifferent.
"You know what I plan to do?"
Itachi was somewhat surprised.
"Heh." Obito chuckled darkly, trying to sound as imposing as possible.
"This is the fate the Uchiha deserve."
"When the Uchiha Clan betrayed me, I already saw it. The weak are unworthy of standing by my side."
Itachi's brow furrowed deeply. When this man had first claimed to be Uchiha Madara, Itachi hadn't believed it for a second. The great Uchiha Madara, hiding behind a mask?
But now, seeing the man's demeanor, while Itachi still didn't believe he was Madara, he couldn't help but feel a hint of wariness.
"Can you handle the Military Police Force?"
Itachi was still skeptical.
"It's just a Military Police Force."
Obito's tone was calm, but inwardly, he was brimming with arrogance. With Kamui, against Ninjas who didn't know his abilities, except for the Minato at the time, he could achieve an instant kill.
"In that case, three days from now, after the Uchiha Clan's meeting, we'll act."
"When the time comes, you will deal with the Uchiha in the Military Police Force."
After Itachi emotionlessly delivered these words, Obito's lips curled into a smirk beneath his mask.
"No problem. Just don't disappoint me."
---
Three days passed in the blink of an eye, but under such tension, it felt like an eternity.
"Itachi, the clan meeting is about to start. Where are you going?"
Fugaku looked sternly at his son, who was about to leave again. Despite having seen the future, he couldn't help but try to dissuade him.
"There are still tasks in the Anbu."
Itachi's expression did not waver at all, he was cold and his voice was extremely indifferent.
"..."
"Itachi, what do you truly think of the clan?" Fugaku made one last attempt.
Itachi only left him with a retreating figure, and a shadow of gloom settled in his eyes.
'Itachi, how far can your eyes see?'
"Fugaku, why hasn't Sasuke come back yet?"
His wife's voice suddenly came from behind, snapping Fugaku out of his thoughts.
"Maybe he was so obsessed with training that he forgot the time..."
---
Konoha, Root's Base.
Itachi stood in front of Danzo.
He kept his head down, his face obscured by the shadow of his hair, as if steeling himself for a decision.
Today, the Anbu who had been monitoring the Uchiha Clan's compound had all withdrawn from their posts, retreating to the outskirts. While they couldn't observe the compound directly, they could easily detect anyone entering or leaving, as if setting the stage for a performance.
"Uchiha Itachi, it seems you're not fully prepared yet?"
Danzo, who stood hunched over, stood by the window, watching the sun sink behind the mountains, also waiting.
Itachi took a deep breath and spoke with unprecedented resolve, "Don't worry, after tonight, there will be no more Uchiha Clan."
Tonight, he and 'Uchiha Madara' would slaughter the entire Uchiha Clan, and he would bear the guilt and hatred of the massacre by defecting from Konoha.
Konoha would no longer have the Uchiha Clan, leaving only Sasuke, who would carry the burden of vengeance.
"That's for the best." Danzo looked down at the list in his hands, feeling a surge of excitement. It detailed the specifics of every Uchiha Ninja. After tonight, the dream his teacher, Tobirama, had left unfulfilled would be realized by him, Shimura Danzo.
Itachi also raised his head and looked at Shimura Danzo with cold eyes.
"I hope you don't forget our agreement."
"Don't worry. After tonight, he will be the only Uchiha left in Konoha. You needn't worry about him."
"I hope so."
---
"Father, what do we need to do?"
In the Hokage's Office, two Anbu knelt on one knee in front of Hiruzen.
These two people are Hiruzen's eldest son, Sarutobi Shinnosuke and his eldest son's wife. They are also the deputy commander of Anbu and the parents of Konohamaru.
"You don't need to interfere too much. Just patrol the perimeter. If... anyone escapes, send them to Root."
Danzo had already reported all the details of tonight's operation to him. Hiruzen didn't need to take the forefront. His role was merely as a safety net. If Itachi failed to eliminate all the Uchiha, Danzo's Root Ninjas would step in first, with the Anbu as the final safeguard.
If everything went smoothly, all he needed to do was to make a final appearance, engage in a battle with Itachi, and confirm his status as a Missing-nin.
"Yes, Father."
The two responded in unison, then stood up and left the Hokage's Office.
Only Hiruzen remained, silently smoking his old pipe. For some reason, he had a bad feeling.
Because tonight, he too would become a loner.
---
On the Hokage Rock, Naruto sat cross-legged, watching a black figure desperately running toward the Uchiha Clan's compound.
Seeing the moon already peeking out, Naruto slowly stood up, spreading his arms as if to embrace the entire Konoha.
"Let me be the one to stir up this storm!"
Tonight, Konoha would lose more than just the Uchiha.
---
Night fell, and the bright moon had risen into the night sky.
The Uchiha Clan's meeting had ended, and all the clan members had left the Naka Shrine, leaving only Fugaku standing there for a moment longer.
He glanced back at the hidden room behind him before slowly walking away.
Meanwhile, within the Uchiha Clan's compound, a black figure bathed in moonlight crouched atop a tall utility pole. The lines on his cheeks resembled tear tracks, and his crimson three-tomoe Sharingan silently observed everything in the compound.
"Forgive me..."