The shallow moonlight shines through the window into the streamlined interior, but it cannot drive away all the darkness.
The surrounding area was completely silent, and the only thing that could be heard was the faint sound of breathing in the house.
"Itachi, you're still alive."
A slightly numb voice sounded at the intersection of light and darkness.
Hearing this, the woman kneeling in the darkness suddenly trembled slightly, and her intertwined fingers slowly fell on her knees.
'It's fine that Itachi is still alive. '
"There are still survivors in the clan."
After a while, Uchiha Fugaku added, but in his voice, there didn't seem to be any luck.
"Really."
The woman murmured in response, but her fingers on her knees had already pulled out the wrinkles of her dress.
'Her poor Sasuke. '
"Did I really do something wrong?"
Uchiha Fugaku opened his mouth, but in the end he only said this shallow and weak word.
If only, I would not overindulge and protect Itachi.
If only I could listen to the voices of the clan and the dissatisfaction within the clan.
If only, when dealing with the higher-ups in the village, I could be tougher and promote the family's interests.
If, when Itachi launched a unilateral massacre, he would have stood up to stop it, or even killed his relatives out of righteousness.
Then maybe everything can turn around.
But it's too late now.
It's too late.
Among the desperate tribesmen, no one called him, no one tried to rely on his protection.
Everyone was calling Ara Na's name, placing their hopes for life and revenge on the boy who had just turned ten. Even those who had not had any contact with them in the past, or even had a vague hostility. The ninjas of Konoha are all here because of him.
What kind of magic power does that little guy have?
He didn't know, and he really couldn't figure it out.
'I just hate that there is such a cowardly patriarch! '
Suddenly, Fugaku recalled the words of grief and anger that the other party had roared two years ago. The little guy with red eyes, holding back tears, said angrily that he was willing to bear all the blame from Konoha.
What I did before turned out to be to the point where even children were deeply dissatisfied.
Such a belated realization made him feel very uncomfortable.
"No, it's not you who's wrong, I know that."
Uchiha Mikoto denied softly.
"You just want Uchiha to better integrate into Konoha and be accepted by everyone. What is wrong is the world and the unwillingness of Konoha's higher-ups to understand."
"No one can understand your difficulty."
The woman's voice was very gentle, even though there was still a deep sadness on her cheeks.
At the same time, a short blade quietly appeared in his hand.
The clan members were massacred by their eldest son, and Fugaku, the clan leader, did not show up to protect him. Under this premise, if you want little Sasuke who knows nothing to have a chance to continue to live, then there is only one method:
Apologize to death.
'puff. '
A slight sound resounded in the simple house, and the sharp short blade pierced the woman's heart without any pause, causing her breathing to become slightly faster.
As life passes, in this narrow space, there are still whispers:
"I don't regret it, I really don't regret it."
Looking at the woman lying quietly in his arms, Uchiha Fugaku's face, which had never seen waves in all eternity, also had a rare expression of sadness.
But all this can no longer be undone.
It started when he chose to listen to the words of his predecessor Hokage during the Nine-Tails Rebellion.
It started when other ninjas bravely resisted the Kyuubi, but the Konoha police force, as the maintainers of order, chose to stand still.
All this leads to an irreversible death.
"Feel sorry."
"Thanks."
Fugaku took the short blade from his late wife's hand and slowly advanced it to his chest.
Blood flowers overflowed, and the gentle gaze he was looking at Mikoto gradually closed.
but.
but!
what is that?
At the end of his life, a small figure suddenly flew into his field of vision.
However, he no longer has the energy to explore.
"wipe!"
"It's actually a step too late!"
Annoyed curses sounded in the dead space, and a blue bird with flapping wings revealed its figure at the junction of darkness and moonlight.
green.
In the inner bird of two symbiotic puppets, the one who was just born.
Its ability to restrain resentment and blood was far less profound than Yan Lai's. After sensing that there was a stronger hunting ground nearby, it sneaked over.
And when he just arrived, he noticed this powerful human being who was dying!
This is exactly the body they want to host!
Especially since the other party committed suicide and everything on his body was not destroyed.
But Qing was still a step too late. The opponent's vital points were pierced by the short blade, and his life was reduced to the end. In the end, his eyes were not completely closed because of his obsession.
"If that guy Yan comes with us, there might be a chance!"
"That big fool who abides by his contract!"
"What a waste of such a fresh host body!"
Qingwu cursed to himself.
But despite the scolding, it still gained a lot tonight. The lingering resentment that permeated this area not only greatly improved its demonic power, but even its wings were filled with a faint faintness. If there is another such real blood feast of resentment, they might be able to reach the next level again.
After venting his anger, Qingpu flapped his wings and prepared to leave.
Because there are already the auras of living creatures coming from the surrounding area, and some auras are very powerful.
However, before leaving, it accidentally glanced at the still warm body in front of it. No, to be more precise, it focused its gaze on the middle-aged man.
"There seems to be a lot of power in this guy's eyes."
As a monster, it has much higher intuition than ordinary people. With just a quick glance when it arrives, it can sense things that others easily ignore.
"Well, you have to find a perfect excuse for your departure."
Qing muttered to himself, and immediately flew under Uchiha Fugaku's lowered head, raised his sharp claws and grabbed it hard, and after getting what he wanted, he stirred it with his beak.
"Hmph, I can also destroy traces."
.......
Hatake Kakashi was the first person to arrive at Uchiha Fugaku's mansion.
Because he desperately wants to know the truth of all this:
In this matter, was the old man involved, and if so, what role did he play?
As the leader of this clan and Itachi's father, Uchiha Fugaku must have the most say.
But when the two corpses nestled together appeared in his field of vision, Kakashi fell silent.
He had guessed something, and the couple's intentions in doing so.
"Itachi killed his parents first and then started this tragedy."
He said in a deep voice to the ANBU members coming behind him.
"But it's obvious..."
The ninja wearing a white mask immediately questioned.
"Just tell Hokage-sama like this, and he will naturally make a decision."
Kakashi's voice was cold.
After all, that person doesn't care about this clan at all.
Otherwise, the direction to the police force will not be prioritized.
