"This is a necessary sacrifice for the village."
"I've made up my mind."
"Tonight, Konoha's unstable element—the Uchiha clan—will be eradicated by my own hands."
"Very good. You haven't disappointed me."
Uchiha Clan District
In front of the Naka Shrine, Uchiha Itachi stood motionless, his face devoid of emotion.
"Come out, Madara."
After a moment of silence, his deep voice carried through the air.
"Heh…"
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh—
A distorted vortex appeared in the space before him.
From within, a masked man emerged—his long hair flowing as a single, eye-holed mask concealed his face. Beneath that hole, a Sharingan gleamed with three tomoe.
Obito Uchiha stared at Itachi with amusement, a sarcastic smirk hidden under his mask.
"So, you've chosen Konoha."
"Isn't that exactly what you wanted?" Itachi countered, his voice steady.
Obito remained silent, his Sharingan locking onto Itachi's. There was no need for further words.
"I need your assistance. I won't be able to take on every Sharingan alone."
Obito chuckled. "I remember our agreement. Don't waste my time."
"The guards are already under my influence," Itachi said. "I'll eliminate them quickly. I expect you to uphold your end of the deal."
His tone then shifted, turning sharp with warning. "Do what you will, but Sasuke is off-limits. That was the condition from the start. I trust you won't defy it."
Obito said nothing. Instead, he activated Kamui, his form gradually fading into another dimension.
"One hour."
With a faint buzzing sound, he vanished.
Itachi stood there in silence, gazing up at the full moon.
"Sasuke won't be home for a while. I have enough time to finish what must be done."
"Forgive me, Sasuke… just this one last time."
With that, he disappeared in a flicker of movement.
Elsewhere in the Uchiha District
At the same time, Naruto, utilizing the Mayfly Technique, emerged at a secluded location—the very cliff where Shisui Uchiha had vanished.
"Main body."
Two Sage Mode clones and a Forest Sage Mode clone greeted him in unison.
Naruto extended a hand, transforming it into wood and touching a nearby tree.
"Confirmed. No one besides Itachi knows the truth about Shisui's death. All traces have been erased."
He let out a slow breath, reassured.
One of his clones, attuned to the natural world, spoke. "The Uchiha district is surrounded by a large number of shinobi. Based on their chakra signatures and attire, they belong to Root—Shimura Danzo's forces."
A smirk tugged at Naruto's lips. "Looks like the grand performance is about to begin."
"As expected, Itachi will handle the civilians himself. Obito will eliminate the most formidable members of the Konoha Military Police Force."
"We have plenty of time. Let's prepare accordingly."
His gaze sharpened. "To avoid unnecessary exposure, let's assume different disguises. Begin."
With swift hand seals, his two clones followed suit.
Crack. Crack. Crack—
In an instant, dozens of Wood Clones emerged.
Their forms began shifting immediately, altering their facial features, physiques, even their chakra signatures. Within moments, none resembled Naruto Uzumaki anymore.
"The mission is simple—strip the Uchiha clan of all useful resources. Take their eyes. I need to stimulate my Sharingan all at once."
"Any jutsu, valuable artifacts—don't leave a single thing behind."
"In short—plunder everything!"
With his command, the clones melded into the ground, moving stealthily toward the Uchiha district.
Naruto turned his gaze toward the ninja academy, smirking.
"Erzhuzi, you're about to lose everything. Don't blame me—blame Kurama."
Deep within the sealed space, the Nine-Tails roared with laughter.
"Hah! I knew it! So, that's the Uchiha brat you were talking about before—'when the sky clears after the rain, the road starts anew.'"
One word: Genius.
Three words: Absolutely thrilling!
This Jinchūriki was truly to his liking—no morality, no hesitation. Just pure chaos.
"But…"
Kurama's laughter halted. "This brat has mastered Hashirama's Sage Mode. His ability to absorb natural energy is on par with mine."
His pupils contracted. "No…!"
"I need to think of something fast. If I let this continue, he'll turn me into another Sharingan puppet!"
"But I can't submit too easily either. I'm the Nine-Tailed Fox—I won't make it that simple!"
Meanwhile, Naruto was oblivious to Kurama's concerns.
With his Mori Mori no Mi abilities, he could suppress the Nine-Tails at any time. There was no need to worry about the prideful fox's antics.
Looking up at the night sky one last time, he sank into the ground using the Mayfly Technique.
When he emerged again, he would no longer be Naruto Uzumaki.
Tonight, he was Uchiha Madara.
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Night Falls on the Uchiha Clan
The outermost sector of the Uchiha clan compound stood illuminated against the darkened sky. The warm glow of lanterns flickered through the windows of homes, creating an illusion of peace.
Then—
A strange noise.
One by one, the lights in a house went dark.
Whoosh—
A shadow materialized atop a telephone pole within Uchiha territory. A lone figure crouched there, his blood-soaked face expressionless. The ninja sword in his grip dripped, each scarlet droplet splattering softly against the cold surface below.
His crimson eyes gleamed, the three tomoe of his Sharingan spinning lazily. Then, in an instant—
He vanished.
Another home went dark.
More blood trickled down his face.
Though the sounds were minimal, the keen senses of the Uchiha picked up on the disturbance.
"Who's there?"
"Itachi...?"
A terrified scream tore through the night.
"Young Patriarch, why—?"
Shhhk—
A blade gleamed in the dim light, and another voice was silenced.
"No! Itachi, she's just a child! She did nothing wrong!"
Shhhk—
"Ahh! Itachi! I will—!"
Shhhk—
The gruesome symphony of steel cutting through flesh continued, the cries dwindling as the massacre unfolded. One by one, the Uchiha fell, their vibrant, proud enclave slipping into silence. Shadows stretched over the lifeless bodies as the moon cast its cold glow upon the bloodstained streets.
Uchiha Itachi, drenched in crimson, stepped out of the last civilian's home. His katana dripped as he walked onward, advancing toward the heart of the Uchiha compound.
His movements were mechanical, his gaze empty—like a lifeless puppet bound to an unyielding fate.
Somewhere along the way, his Sharingan had evolved, the tomoe merging into the deadly Mangekyō.
The Konoha Military Police Force Headquarters
A masked figure stood in the dimly lit corridors. Long-haired and clad in a dark cloak, his single exposed Sharingan gleamed ominously.
Obito Uchiha.
"Madara! You're here!"
"Finally, we—wait... what's happening?"
"Genjutsu? Impossible! My eyes should see through—"
A moment of silence.
Then—
Blood spilled.
Within half an hour, the Uchiha compound was nearly devoid of life.
"Itachi... why?" a voice croaked weakly.
A single glance. A quiet whisper.
"Tsukuyomi."
A heartbeat later, Uchiha Izumi fell lifelessly to the ground, Itachi's blade embedded in her chest.
"Let's go. There's still more to take care of."
Obito barely spared her corpse a glance before moving forward.
Elsewhere
Naruto emerged from the earth, stepping onto the telephone pole where Itachi had once stood. He surveyed the darkened compound, his gaze unreadable.
He crouched, brushing his fingers against a nearby blade. The once-pristine ninja sword was dull, its edge chipped from relentless slaughter.
His clones had already infiltrated the homes left in Itachi's wake.
Each clone bore witness to the lifeless remains, eyes widening at the sheer brutality.
Naruto was not heartless.
The civilians—those incapable of fighting—remained untouched. But nothing else was spared.
The Uchiha's wealth, their secret techniques, their Sharingan—all meticulously collected. The Mori Mori Fruit's power sprouted blossoms within which the stolen eyes were stored. The corpses, one by one, were dragged underground, their remains absorbed as nutrients.
A barrier was erected to prevent any detection.
But the children—Naruto didn't touch them.
The massacre continued. Naruto followed in its wake, collecting what remained.
"The Military Police have stockpiled quite a bit," he murmured. "Obito is methodical. He never lingers, harvesting as he moves to prevent interference."
He paused briefly before vanishing into the night.
The Uchiha Clan's Hidden Vault
Naruto stood before an ancient storage chamber, concealed for generations.
"Found it. The accumulated wealth of the Uchiha clan."
Scrolls upon scrolls, stacks of ryo, weapons, forbidden techniques—
And, of course, eyes.
Instead of relying on wood clones, Naruto summoned thousands of shadow clones. Efficiency mattered, and shadow clones required far less chakra.
One by one, the artifacts disappeared, sent to a hidden location behind a waterfall.
With the last of the treasures secured, Naruto once again vanished.
When he reappeared, he stood before Uchiha Izumi's body.
He studied her quietly.
"A thirteen-year-old girl with a fully matured Sharingan. Quite the talent."
He reached for her.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted.
A White Zetsu clone, brimming with Sage Chakra, spoke.
"She hasn't been dead for more than three minutes. I can exhaust all my energy to revive her."
Naruto fell silent.
The Uchiha Clan Leader's Residence
In a darkened room, Uchiha Fugaku and Uchiha Mikoto knelt in silence. No candles were lit—only the pale moonlight offered any illumination.
Footsteps echoed from the shadows.
A blood-soaked figure emerged, katana in hand, the scent of iron thick in the air.
Uchiha Fugaku knew.
He had always known.
The state of the clan, the brewing rebellion—
Yet what choice did he have?
Resistance meant annihilation.
And as a father, he knew his son's strength.
It was futile.
Perhaps, by accepting his fate, his youngest son—who had not yet returned home—could be spared.
"You have made your choice," Fugaku murmured.
"There is no need to hesitate any longer."
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