Naruto: From Fake to Real, Deceiving the Ninja World.

The whispers of 'Ban' and 'Ze' echoed in his ears, tearing at his soul with madness.

That's right, 'Jue' is right.

Having come this far, if we stop now, the deaths of those people will lose all meaning.

This is definitely not what he wanted to see.

Only by completely eliminating the radical faction of the Uchiha clan, and only by bringing peace to Konoha and the Uchiha clan to end their conflict, can the deaths of those clan members be given meaning!

Finally, Itachi Uchiha took heavy steps, gripped the sword in his hand, and walked toward his mother.

As Itachi walked towards her step by step, Mikoto Uchiha instinctively struggled, but Fugaku's arms were like steel, holding her tightly and fixing her body in place.

So she stopped struggling, looked at Itachi's face, her lips trembling slightly, and whispered, "Itachi..."

"Was it all really worth it?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, like that of an ordinary mother who knelt down to ask her child a very common question.

Looking into those calm and numb eyes, Itachi Uchiha felt a sharp pain in his heart, and his chest and abdomen began to heave heavily.

However, despite his trembling hand, he eventually raised the knife.

Within the mental space, Fugaku Uchiha, who had already become numb, now watched this scene unfold and let out a hysterical roar:

"No! Itachi!!"

"Let her go! Let her go!"

"Itachi! That's your mother! Please!"

"Anyone, I'll kill anyone! Only her! Only her!"

His roar gradually turned into a plea, but to the outside world he remained expressionless, still holding his wife tightly.

At that moment, in the rain in the courtyard, Uchiha Shisui suddenly stopped, and beside him, Uchiha Sasuke held his hand.

Shisui encountered Sasuke on his way home and intended to take him back.

but……

In an instant, a bolt of lightning spread a pale light across the black night sky. In the pale light, the two saw three figures in the entrance hall of the house.

Sasuke's face was full of confusion and bewilderment as he looked at that scene he would never forget.

Mom was being held tightly from behind by Dad?

And my brother, why, why is my brother holding a knife...?

"Itachi! Stop!"

With a horrified, piercing scream, Shisui instinctively rushed over to stop him.

But it was too late.

puff!

The blade flashed in a piercing arc, and the sound of it piercing flesh seemed amplified infinitely, even drowning out the howling wind and rain outside the window.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Mikoto's body stiffened slightly in Fugaku's arms as a cold, gleaming blade pierced her heart, staining her clothes a shocking dark red.

"..."

The light in her eyes dimmed as she looked at Itachi Uchiha's face, contorted with pain, and opened her mouth as if to say something.

But in the end, only a faint breath escaped from his lips, and no sound came out.

All that remained was endless disappointment and worry, frozen in unfocused pupils.

It was not hatred, not anger, not resentment.

Only disappointment and worry.

That look, like the sharpest ice pick, pierced through Itachi's heart!

"Uh...ah..."

A whimper, seemingly squeezed unconsciously from its throat, escaped from Itachi Uchiha's tightly clenched teeth.

His hand, gripping the knife hilt, was trembling violently, his knuckles white from the force.

The trembling spread from his arms to his entire body, causing him to shake violently like a candle flickering in the wind.

He abruptly pulled the knife back.

laugh!

Warm, fresh blood, still carrying its breath, gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining the weasel's sword-wielding hand and the front of his shirt red.

It also splashed onto that distorted, convulsing, pale face, making him feel that the warmth was as scorching as a red-hot branding iron.

And the crimson three-tomoe Sharingan in his eyes suddenly underwent a dramatic change!

hum! !

A massive chakra with an extremely cold aura caused the three tomoe in his eyes to spin wildly.

In the blink of an eye, the three magatama completely merged, and in their place, a new form appeared, like three blades intertwined and spinning like a windmill.

Deep, cold, and chilling!

Mangekyō Sharingan!

Driven by the agonizing pain of killing his own mother, Itachi Uchiha's three-tomoe Sharingan finally broke through its final barrier.

"Ah...ah..."

In the rain-soaked courtyard, Uchiha Sasuke stared blankly at the scene, his youthful face filled with confusion, and an unconscious sound escaping his throat.

His small body stiffened from the enormous impact, and his mind went blank. Everything happening before his eyes was like the most terrifying nightmare, tearing his world to shreds.

The color drained from Uchiha Shisui's face as well, his eyes flashing with Sharingan in shock, pain, and rage.

He stared intently at the blood-dripping knife in Itachi's hand, at the lifeless Mikoto, and then suddenly looked at the two figures in front of the window!

An emotion brimming with overwhelming rage, profound bewilderment, and chilling cold surged through Uchiha Shisui's mind and intellect like a tsunami!

how come? Why?

Why does this happen? !

"Itachi! What are you doing?!"

Shisui let out a roar of pain, anger, and confusion, his voice even distorted by the extreme emotion.

But everything is beyond repair.

Uchiha Itachi hunched over, breathing heavily from the suffocation, his newly formed Mangekyou Sharingan fixed on his mother's corpse.

Blood dripped from his knife-wielding hand, pooling on the ground in a glaring dark red.

Holding Mikoto, Fugaku Uchiha's empty face remained completely expressionless.

His arms remained as strong as iron hoops, tightly embracing his wife's body as it lost warmth.

He was like a puppet, waiting for the next instruction.

However, at this moment, in Fugaku's spiritual world...

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

No longer were there heart-wrenching roars and pleas, but rather a suffocating, deathly silence, as if frozen in ice.

Fugaku Uchiha stared blankly at everything.

Watching himself strangle Mikoto's body, watching the knife thrust from his son's hand, watching his own hand pierce his wife's heart...

The gushing, blinding blood seemed to be burning his eyes and brain.

"Hehe...hehe..."

Fugaku Uchiha let out a hoarse laugh that was not human, a laugh filled with absurdity, pain, despair, and the sound of something finally being utterly shattered.

The whispers and curses of the Uchiha clansmen he had personally killed, which had previously haunted him like demonic sounds, suddenly became incredibly clear and loud.

"Uchiha Fugaku! Coward!"

"Useless trash! You are not worthy to be the clan leader!"

"I'll kill you! I'm going to kill you!!"

"You are a sinner of the Uchiha clan!"

"You lost everything! You deserve it!"

"Kill Itachi! Kill Shisui! Kill them all!"

The endless sounds were like a black tide, filled with extreme resentment, anger, and curses!

Every sound, every resentful spirit, carried hatred for Itachi, Shisui, and him, completely shattering Fugaku's numbness and powerlessness.

A powerful emotion overwhelmed all reason, and this time it was not helplessness and pain, but pure hatred and anger to the extreme!

"Why! Why?!" he screamed, a mad, venomous wail filled with grief and despair. "Uchiha! Itachi!!"

No, it wasn't just him. In the sea of ​​blood surrounding him, the souls of the dead Uchiha clan members roared with madness and hatred at the same time.

Countless voices overlapped and merged together, resounding throughout the heavens and earth, stirring up towering waves in this ocean of spirit.

"Hahaha! That's it! That's it!"

In the spiritual realm, watching this scene unfold, Hinata Kumokawa laughed heartily, a grin spreading across his face as he said, "Let me lend you one last helping hand!!"

With that, he gripped the Box of Ecstasy tightly in his hands, and the Box of Ecstasy spun between his two hands.

boom! Bang bang! !

Countless spirits suppressed beneath the sea broke through the surface, roaring wildly as they surged into Fugaku's chaotic and collapsing consciousness.

They tear at each other, collide, twist, and merge!

A crimson light burst forth as if it were a tangible substance, completely engulfing Fugaku's consciousness and body!

Thus, it merged with the countless spirits of the Uchiha clan's dead, and condensed countless resentments, pain, and anger...

born.

Chapter 166 The Cicada Sheds Its Shell!

Rain, bigger.

The raindrops pounded down relentlessly, completely drowning out all other noises, as if trying to engulf the entire world.

"Itachi!!"

Uchiha Shisui suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Uchiha Itachi by the collar. He forcefully pulled the dazed and pained Itachi from the ground!

He stared intently at Uchiha Itachi, his eyes bloodshot with rage, his Mangekyou Sharingan spinning wildly, and he demanded in a hoarse voice, "Do you know what you're doing?!"

"Why! Why did you do this?!"

Itachi Uchiha's body was violently shaken by Shisui, and his blood-stained face appeared even paler and more numb in the dim light.

He slowly raised his eerie Mangekyou Sharingan, his tone carrying a strange or numb calm: "She discovered her father's abnormality."

“If the families of those who died in the clan discover anything unusual, I will also eliminate them. I cannot make an exception just because she is my mother.”

"Moreover, the Dark Division and Root have already noticed, and they are on their way."

“There are still some radicals who have not been completely eliminated.”

"For the plan, for Konoha."

"I have no choice."

No choice?

So, why kill those unrelated women and children?

Even killing one's own mother?

As Uchiha Shisui looked at those cold Mangekyou Sharingan, he felt a chill run down his spine from the soles of his feet throughout his entire body.