Naruto: I, who fooled the ninja world, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 157 The Main Family! Another member of the main family has died!
The moment he saw those Sharingan eyes, Yashiro felt his body stiffen.

"enemy!?"

The thought popped into his head subconsciously. He didn't have time to think about why the enemy possessed the Sharingan, and three tomoe appeared in his eyes as well.

However, unexpectedly, Fugaku in front of them moved.

puff! !
Without anyone noticing, the hand that had been holding the kunai stretched out and emitted a shrill sound that tore through the air, instantly piercing through Uchiha Yatsuhoshi's chest!

"puff!"

The crimson in Uchiha Hachimoku's eyes froze instantly. His body stiffened, and he looked down in disbelief at the hand that had pierced his heart.

Immediately, he raised his head with a blank expression and looked at Fugaku, who was standing right next to him.

His face remained calm and composed, still that of the familiar Lord Fugaku, but without anger, hatred, or the slightest emotional fluctuation.

There was only a chilling, terrifying coldness.

"Fugaku, sir, you..."

A tearing pain and fear swept through his body. Yashiro opened his mouth wide as if he wanted to say something, but Fugaku drew out the kunai.

puff!

Crimson blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining his shirt and Fugaku's arm!

Along with it, the lives of eight generations were also lost.

As if all the bones had been removed from his body, Uchiha Hachiho collapsed to his knees, blood rapidly spreading beneath him, forming a glaring dark red.

He raised his head, staring intently into Fugaku's eyes, the emotions in his eyes gradually shifting.

Doubt, pain, fear, anger...

But his consciousness quickly faded, and he was plunged into complete darkness.

Fugaku didn't speak; he simply stared at Yashiro, his dark eyes, which appeared exceptionally deep in the pale moonlight, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

But at this moment, in the mental space, Fugaku Uchiha stared blankly at the Eighth Generation, whom he had killed with his own hands.

Yatsushiro's eyes remained wide open, fixed on Fugaku's direction, filled with resentment and doubt.

Even until his death, he still couldn't understand or believe it.

Why, why did Lord Fugaku kill me...?

It's like saying, "I trust you so much, everyone trusts you, everyone believes you can lead the Uchiha clan to a better future..."

"Do not!!"

Looking into those unseeing, lifeless eyes, Fugaku Uchiha unleashed an unprecedented roar filled with pain, rage, and fear: "Why? Why me?!"

"Shisui! Itachi! Tell me!!"

Those were his subordinates who trusted and followed him!
That was a living, breathing person with a family, concerns, and simple wishes!

And now, he killed him with his own hands!

Pain and anger surged like a tidal wave, eroding his last remaining consciousness.

The black liquid that sustained his last shred of self-awareness seemed to sense the pain as it silently surged within him.

"Not nearly enough."

Hinata Kumokawa coldly surveyed all these changes, the Box of Bliss held in his palm and slowly rotating.

The pain of watching one's own compatriots kill is completely different from the helplessness and relief of having no choice but to accept death after everything has settled down in the original work.

That's how most people are.

You can't truly understand pain unless the knife falls on your own body.

The number of dead is no longer a cold, hard number, but has become a living, breathing person. This is what Fugaku, as the clan leader, should bear.

Instead of ignoring his responsibilities as clan leader as depicted in the original story, he chose to die a fatherly death with equanimity and generosity.

Meanwhile, in reality, Fugaku Uchiha wiped the blood off his hands and, like a machine programmed with a set routine, treaded step by step back to his clan's territory through the blood.

In the shadows behind him, the crimson light in Uchiha Shisui's eyes faded, and his face turned deathly pale.

Even though he had made up his mind, the process was still painful for him, who also cherished his people.

In contrast, Itachi Uchiha, standing to the side, remained calm and showed no emotion whatsoever at the death of the Eighth Generation.

After all, in his view, the deaths of these people brought stability to others and peace to the village. If his own death could bring about the same thing, he would gladly face death.

Therefore, after eight generations, they died in a fitting manner.

The sacrifice of the eighth generation was meaningful.

It's better than overestimating one's abilities by launching a coup, only to die meaninglessly and cause the deaths of other innocent people.

"Go."

Obito Uchiha's equally indifferent voice came from the tree, and a White Zetsu crawled out of the ground like a lump of mud, then placed its hand on the still-warm body of the Eighth Hokage.

Soon, a figure that looked exactly like Uchiha Yatsuho appeared there, gave Shisui and the other person a chilling smile, and then turned and left.

It will return to that home with its dim, yellowish light, and continue to play the roles of husband, father, and grandfather.

"Itachi, Shisui, I need to remind you."

Just then, the pitcher plant-shaped creature, whom "Madara" called "Zetsu," suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice, asking, "White Zetsu cannot copy the memories of the dead."

"It can only rely on the intelligence it has collected beforehand to a certain extent to fake the deceased's habits and personality."

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Shisui and Itachi's expressions changed drastically, and they turned sharply to look at "Zetsu" and "Madara".

"Why are you only telling me now?" Shisui questioned, her voice filled with shock and anger. "How could you possibly keep it from your loved ones if you had no memory of it?!"

"So what? Just because we told you, you're not going to do it?" Bai Jue shrugged and laughed. "As long as we kill them fast enough, before they even realize it, that's fine, isn't it?"

"You don't actually think that after doing all this, you can still continue to be a great genius in Konoha, do you?"

Uchiha Shisui's shocked and angry expression froze for a moment, replaced by a deeper sense of powerlessness and pain.

These two guys did it on purpose, leaving them no room for regret!

Meanwhile, Obito Uchiha put the Eighth Generation's body into a scroll, while Shisui and the other two remained silent despite their complicated expressions.

Sharingan.

This is the condition that "Ban" gave them.

Even if we have to break off relations, now is not the time.

However, no one noticed that the invisible soul of the Eighth Hokage had entered the body of the Fugaku Uchiha.

"Let's go."

Obito Uchiha disappeared, leaving behind only a cold statement.

"The night is still long."

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Shisui took a deep breath and also disappeared from the spot.

But Itachi Uchiha hesitated to follow, instead looking at Zetsu, who had also not left.

"How many White Zetsu do you have?" he asked in a cold voice.

Upon hearing this, Black Zetsu smiled and replied, "As many as you want."

"..."

Uchiha Itachi was silent for a moment, but finally said calmly, "If anyone notices anything unusual about the White Zetsu, do not hold back." In other words, if the family members of the radical faction, such as Uchiha Hachimoku, discovered anything unusual about the White Zetsu during the disguise process, they should immediately kill it and replace it with a White Zetsu.

In any case, we must not let this get out before we have completely eliminated the radicals!
However, this kind of thing should of course be kept from Shisui, otherwise, given Shisui's personality, she would never agree to it.

"Shisui has done enough. Let me bear this deeper darkness and sin," Itachi Uchiha thought to himself.

"Hehehe." Black Zetsu let out a strange laugh. "A very strong determination, Itachi. Don't worry, I will do it."

Uchiha Itachi ignored it, and after receiving a positive reply, his figure disappeared from the spot.

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The night grew deeper and deeper, so thick it seemed impossible to dissolve.

The mansion belonging to the clan leader deep within the Uchiha clan compound had long since fallen into silence.

Only the lamps hanging under the eaves emitted a dim, yellowish light, dispelling the darkness in front of the porch.

Two figures appeared silently, like ghosts blending into the night.

It was Fugaku Uchiha and Itachi Uchiha.

They had changed their clothes; they were no longer wearing dark casual clothes that allowed them to conceal themselves while on the move, but instead had put on clean casual clothes.

The bloodstains on his body had long been washed away, and his skin was even red from excessive scrubbing.

The father and son did not exchange a single word, nor did they even make eye contact; a suffocating silence enveloped them.

Itachi Uchiha pushed open the door first, stepped aside to let Fugaku go in first, and then slipped in himself, gently closing the door behind him.

The entire process was completely silent; even the slightest friction sound was silenced.

Fugaku Uchiha walked straight toward his bedroom, his back straight and his steps steady, yet he seemed to exude an indescribable stiffness and deathly stillness.

He was like a puppet with a pre-programmed script, precisely executing the instruction to "go home and rest".

Itachi Uchiha walked to another room and gently pushed open the door.

The room was dimly lit, with only the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains and casting a narrow strip of light on the floor.

Using the dim light, his gaze fell on the small figure in the center of the room.

Uchiha Sasuke was fast asleep, his body stretched out and completely unguarded.

One leg was sticking out of the blanket, while the other foot had already kicked the blanket away more than halfway.

"Well."

A cool night breeze slipped in through the window cracks. The little guy seemed to feel a bit cold, unconsciously smacked his lips, and his small body shivered.

Upon seeing his younger brother, Itachi Uchiha's icy indifference gradually melted away, leaving only a gentle warmth like moonlight.

He walked over quietly, bent down, and carefully reached out to gently cover the kicked-off blanket back up, even tucking the corners of the blanket in carefully.

After doing all this, he did not leave immediately.

Standing there quietly, in the dim moonlight, I gaze at Sasuke's face, which looks exceptionally innocent and carefree in his sleep.

Sasuke's breathing was even and long, and there seemed to be a slight smile on his lips, as if he were having a sweet dream.

Looking at that face, Itachi Uchiha's heart gradually calmed down, but his thoughts became even more firm and resolute.

"A coup must be stopped."

"Those incurable radicals must be completely eliminated."

"At all costs! We absolutely cannot let Sasuke be dragged into this filthy vortex!"

"What I want to protect is Sasuke's future, and the peace of Konoha!"

This silent vow was etched into the depths of his soul, and the last trace of guilt in his heart vanished.

He took one last deep look at his sleeping brother, as if trying to etch that peaceful face into his heart, before silently leaving the room and gently closing the door behind him.

A faint, lingering scent of cheap, sweet shower gel, not the kind they usually use, seemed to remain in the air—a trace left from a hasty shower at a public bathhouse far from their homeland.

In another bedroom, Fugaku Uchiha pushed open the door and entered quietly without making a sound.

Mikoto Uchiha lay on her side with her back to the door, covered with a thin blanket. Her long, black hair was spread smoothly on the pillow, and her breathing was steady and long, as if she had already fallen asleep.

As usual, Fugaku Uchiha walked to the bedside, lifted the covers, lay down, and then placed his hand on his wife's waist.

Only the soft breathing of the two people remained in the room.

However, Mikoto, who had her back to Fugaku Uchiha, silently and slowly opened her eyes, which had been tightly closed, in the darkness.

She didn't move, not even her breathing rate changed in the slightest, only her nose wrinkled almost imperceptibly.

"This smell..."

A faint scent of soapberry emanated from Fugaku, a lingering fragrance left by Shisui in order to mask the bloody smell emanating from him, following Zetsu's "reminder".

As Fugaku Uchiha's bedmate, Mikoto Uchiha knew her husband very well.

This rigid and self-disciplined man, who was almost harsh, always used only unscented medicated soap.

Because he had said very seriously that a ninja must not have any special scent on him, as that would be a fatal flaw.

Moreover, during this period, due to the increasingly heavy pressure, Fugaku often came home exhausted, sometimes even forgetting to take a shower and falling asleep with a sweaty smell.

Even when taking a shower occasionally, it takes less than three minutes.

However, today...

A hint of doubt arose in Uchiha Mikoto's mind.

Uchiha Shisui and Uchiha Itachi had already witnessed Zetsu's elusive and intelligence-gathering abilities, so they naturally had no doubts about him when Zetsu reminded them to remove the smell of blood.

They had no idea that Black Zetsu had deliberately revealed a weakness to Mikoto.

The purpose was to make Mikoto Uchiha notice something was wrong, and then make Itachi Uchiha kill his own mother to awaken the Mangekyou Sharingan so that the plan would not be exposed.

"Those two guys, Black Zetsu and Obito, really went to great lengths for the Rinnegan."

Hyuga Kumokawa, inside Fugaku's mental space, took in everything and naturally guessed the intentions behind Black Zetsu and Obito's actions, letting out a soft laugh.

However, the day they attacked Mikoto Uchiha was the day Fugaku Uchiha completely transformed.

Just then, as if sensing something, Hyuga Kumokawa, who was lying on the bed in the Hyuga clan's territory, opened his eyes.

Boom boom boom!
A rapid, panicked knocking broke the silence of the night like a sudden downpour.

Hinata Kumokawa's eyes showed no displeasure at being disturbed, only a thoughtful calm. He then got up, put on his shoes, and walked unhurriedly to the entrance.

Click.

As I opened the door, a chilly night wind rushed in.

A young Hyuga clansman stood outside the door, and Hyuga Kumokawa instantly recognized him.

Hyuga branched out, Hyuga Takashi.

This young man, who was usually quite mature and composed, was now deathly pale, his forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and his white pupils trembling slightly with extreme fear.

"Yun, Brother Yun Chuan, something terrible has happened! A major incident has occurred!"

Hyuga Takashi didn't even bother with formalities, panting heavily and saying in a hoarse, panicked voice, "Main family! Another member of the main family has died! The elders are going door-to-door investigating all the branch family members!"

"They...they even want to take suspected members of their tribe to a mountain tribe for questioning!"

(End of this chapter)