I'M NARUTO UZUMAKI

You Blasphemed Shisui's Will

Holding up a kunai, Itachi drove the gleaming blade into the chest of an Uchiha clansman, silencing his desperate attempt to flee.

Before his death, the man's Sharingan eyes widened in disbelief, staring at Itachi as if unable to comprehend how he could raise a blade against his own kin.

Expressionless, Itachi flicked the blood from his weapon, then turned toward the mansion nestled deep within the Uchiha compound.

That house had been his home for thirteen years—and tonight, it was his final destination. By slaying his father, the coup's leader, Itachi would ensure the Uchiha's legacy did not become one of treachery. The weight of this atrocity would rest on his shoulders alone.

But something felt wrong. The compound was unusually empty. Were the others out on missions?

Perched atop a telegraph pole, Itachi narrowed his eyes. The number of present clansmen was off. Yet, he dismissed the thought. To ensure none escaped, he had enlisted the aid of a mysterious and formidable masked man.

No time for doubt. Moments later, Itachi arrived at the mansion.

Pushing open the familiar door, he stepped across the threshold. Each step from the entryway to the living room sharpened his senses.

His father, Uchiha Fugaku, was the strongest jonin in the clan. Even with his Mangekyō Sharingan, Itachi was not certain of victory.

Inside, Fugaku and Mikoto sat with their backs turned, showing no sign of resistance.

Itachi hesitated. Was this a trap? As the leader of the coup, Fugaku should be fighting to his last breath.

Behind him, Fugaku's voice cut through the silence.

"So, in the end, you chose the village over your family." He exhaled. "I am curious—what did the elders promise you?"

"To make you Hokage? To grant you command of the ANBU?" His voice was calm, yet laced with bitter curiosity. "Surely, they offered you something worth betraying your blood."

After a pause, Itachi replied, "They swore to erase the truth about the Uchiha coup from history. And… they allowed Sasuke to live."

Fugaku was silent for a moment, then let out a mirthless chuckle. "Is that all? The Uchiha's worth was sold so cheaply."

"Father," Itachi said, his voice steady, "you know this coup had no chance of success. Rather than a bloodbath, it is better to preserve both the village's honor and Sasuke's future."

Fugaku sighed. "Of course, I knew. But still, I cannot help but feel regret." His fingers clenched. "If you had supported me—if Shisui were still alive—we might have stood a chance."

"Shisui and I never believed in this coup. The Uchiha are part of Konoha. Turning against it was never the answer."

Fugaku closed his eyes. "Then I have nothing left to say. I only hope… your path is the right one. Otherwise, our deaths will be meaningless."

Mikoto, silent until now, smiled softly. "Itachi, you and Sasuke must take care. Our pain ends tonight, but yours will last a lifetime. Do not carry it alone."

Itachi's grip on his kunai faltered. He couldn't do it.

Sensing his hesitation, Fugaku and Mikoto exchanged a knowing glance. Smiling, they drew concealed daggers.

"It seems you cannot bring yourself to do it," Fugaku murmured. "Then allow us this final act. At least this way, you will not bear the burden of killing your own parents."

As they prepared to drive the blades into their chests—

Shing!

A shuriken shot from the shadows, knocking the weapons from their hands.

Sasuke stood in the hallway, panting, a kunai clutched in his trembling fingers.

"I won't let you do this!" he shouted. "You're not allowed to die!"

In a blur, he rushed between his parents and Itachi, positioning himself in front of them like a shield.

He had always known Itachi disagreed with the clan. But never—never—had he imagined his brother would betray them, slaughter their kin, and drive their parents to suicide.

Tears welled in his furious eyes.

Mikoto forced a smile. "Sasuke… this is not what it seems."

"This isn't an excuse!" Sasuke yelled. "Itachi forced you into this! I won't accept it!"

Mikoto's eyes softened. There were no words to soothe him. She turned to Itachi. "Erase this night from his memory. He is too young to bear it."

Itachi hesitated, then activated his Mangekyō Sharingan.

The moment Sasuke's eyes met his, reality shattered.

Tsukuyomi.

The genjutsu wrenched Sasuke into a nightmare realm. Against Itachi's overwhelming illusion, his mind was defenseless.

Yet, as his consciousness dimmed, his Sharingan responded instinctively—its single tomoe spinning into two.

Itachi's eyes widened. "A double tomoe Sharingan…? He awakened it at this age?"

Fugaku and Mikoto, too, were stunned by Sasuke's growth.

Then, as Sasuke collapsed, they drove their blades into their hearts.

By choosing death, they ensured Itachi's hands would remain clean.

The mansion fell into silence.

Itachi stood frozen, staring at the blood pooling around his parents' lifeless forms.

Half a minute later, he lifted Sasuke's limp body and hid him in the closet. When the village found him, it would appear he had survived by cowering in fear.

Then, he turned toward the police headquarters.

His parents had made their choice. Now, he had to finish what he started.

For the village. For the Uchiha. For Sasuke.

Before he could leave—

Whoosh!

A group of Uchiha shinobi landed in the courtyard.

Itachi frowned. These were the elite forces of the police. Hadn't the masked man handled them?

Had he underestimated them? Or was the masked man not as powerful as he seemed?

As he analyzed the situation, one figure removed his mask.

Itachi's breath hitched.

"…Shisui?"

The familiar face, the voice, the presence—it was all undeniably Shisui Uchiha.

But Shisui was dead.

"Why, Itachi?" Shisui's voice was low but steady. "Why did you betray our ideals? Why did you turn your blade on your own people?"

Itachi remained impassive. "Shisui died half a year ago."

"I tried to," Shisui admitted. "But I survived. And in these months, I have found another path."

He took a step forward. "Let's not talk about the past. I need an answer. Why did you massacre our clan?"

Itachi's gaze sharpened. He did not trust this man.

"Because the Uchiha's coup would have doomed Konoha. If you were truly Shisui, you would understand."

Shisui's fists clenched. "My belief has always been in peace between the Uchiha and the village. But you—" his Sharingan spun into the Mangekyō—"you sacrificed the clan for the village."

Itachi studied him. Shisui was different. His aura, his convictions—something had changed.

"I've found a way to save the Uchiha," Shisui declared. "If we leave Konoha, we can escape persecution."

Itachi's expression remained cold. "Fleeing is no different from rebellion."

Shisui's heart sank.

The Itachi before him was not the boy he once knew.

Only battle could settle this.

Shisui unsheathed his kodachi.

"I may be Shisui," he said, "but the Shisui you knew is dead. Now, I only protect my clan."

Itachi raised his blade.

"I won't allow you to blaspheme Shisui's will."

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