The dimly lit chamber of the Hokage's council was filled with an air of unease. Itachi Uchiha knelt before the four elders—Homura, Hiruzen, Koharu, and Danzo. Their eyes bore into him, their expressions a mixture of contemplation and severity. The topic at hand was dire—the Uchiha Clan.
"The Uchiha have been acting suspiciously," Homura began, his voice heavy with concern. "The recent attack by the Nine-Tails… there's no way an ordinary shinobi could summon such a beast. Only someone with Madara Uchiha's talent could have done it."
Itachi's heart weighed heavy. He had already predicted what was coming. If the Uchiha rebelled, it would lead to an all-out war within the Leaf Village. The consequences would be catastrophic—countless lives lost, the village weakened, and enemy factions seizing the opportunity to attack. There were only two possible solutions:
- Annihilate the Uchiha Clan entirely, leaving no evidence behind.
- Attempt a mutual relationship with the clan to prevent further conflict.
Hiruzen says, "first we have to talk with the Uchiha clan members and then we can decide about a mutual relationship."
"THUD!"
Danzo's palm struck the wooden bench, his face twisted in disdain. "Unacceptable," he growled. "A mutual relationship with the Uchiha? That will only suppress them temporarily. It will not prevent the inevitable."
Danzo sat back, his expression now eerily calm. "The best solution is to completely annihilate the Uchiha Clan."
Inside his mind, Danzo schemed. If the Uchiha were wiped out, he could harvest more Sharingan. His wood-enhanced arm would be the perfect vessel for their power. A profitable yield indeed.
Homura and Koharu exchanged glances before nodding in agreement. Danzo's plan was extreme, but effective.
Hiruzen Sarutobi, however, looked troubled. His eyes met Itachi's, searching for an answer within the young prodigy. Itachi's head remained bowed. A pure soul like his could not easily accept the notion of slaughtering his own clan.
Hiruzen spoke at last, his tone solemn. "The Uchiha are our comrades. They have fought alongside us. We should seek a resolution through diplomacy rather than bloodshed."
Danzo scoffed. "We don't have time for diplomacy. We need action."
The meeting ended in uncertainty, with Hiruzen buying time to seek another way. However, deep down, Itachi knew time was not on their side.
Later, in the dim confines of Danzo's secret underground lair, the old war hawk stood before Itachi, his cane planted firmly into the ground. "Look, Itachi. I want you to destroy your clan yourself. See, when the whole village attack your clan, your clan's destruction is inevitable. but when both fights more blood shed happens. when the village is weakened. it will become the perfect time to attack village and chaos will spread all over the village and the leaf village gets destroyed. now you have to decide between only yur own clan or whole village destruction.
Danzo continued. "I know there are innocent lives… but we can spare your brother."
Itachi's fingers curled into a fist. "You're asking me to commit genocide."
Danzo's single eye glinted under the torchlight. "I'm giving you a choice. Either we do it… or you do. At least this way, more life's will be saved. At least this way your brother has a future."
A cold silence stretched between them.
Itachi's Sharingan spun, his tomoe pattern reflecting the torment within. "Are you threatening me?"
"I'm presenting possibilities," Danzo corrected, his voice devoid of emotion. "You decide."
"TuT… TuT… TuT… TuT…"
The quiet rhythm of his steps echoed as Itachi walked away, his mind made up. He would do it himself… and he would spare his brother.
That night, the Uchiha streets were alive with laughter. Lanterns glowed softly, illuminating the roads where children played. Families gathered, unaware of the impending doom.
Perched atop a pole, Itachi watched them all one last time. Among the crowd, a girl who harbored feelings for him passed by, her eyes briefly meeting his. He looked away, his gaze settling on the full moon. Against its glow, he resembled a lone warrior—like a Moon Knight preparing for battle.
Then, without warning—
CRACK! BOOM!
A lightning bolt tore through the heavens, striking Itachi directly. But this was no ordinary lightning—it was divine. The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the village, shaking buildings and sending a deafening hum through the night.
Its shock waves sent Itachi to unconcious.
The force of the shockwave blasted Itachi from the pole, his body convulsing from the sheer energy. His nerves burned, his senses blurred.
Something was happening.
Something… unexpected.
His vision darkened, his body got dark smokes out. He fell to the ground with a loud THUD.
His body lay motionless— in Very black like a fried chicken.
(....TO BE CONTINUED)