Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too arrogant

Chapter 401 The Story Behind the Extermination of the Clan

"Who are you……"

Shisui's voice was filled with obvious confusion and wariness as his gaze swept over the three masked figures behind Menma.

"Come in first," Menma said calmly. "It's not convenient for too many people to know about this place yet. You can take off your mask once we're inside."

He entered the room first, followed by the others. It was a stone room that was not spacious but clean, fully equipped with daily necessities, a separate toilet and washbasin, and even a bookshelf filled with Braille books.

"Shisui, who's here?"

A soft, slightly uneasy and dependent female voice rang out. The owner of the voice sat on the edge of the bed, her hands neatly folded on her knees. Her eyes were closed, and beneath them lay two still, unburning voids.

Uchiha Yuzu, or rather, the former Uchiha Itachi. Her Mangekyou Sharingan had long been removed, and she had spent ten years without sight.

Ironically, it was precisely after her eyes were removed that the erosion of bloodstain disease stopped. She traded her sight for a healthy body.

This also brought about a long, peaceful, almost stagnant decade in this stone chamber.

In these ten years, the only person he could talk to, rely on, and reach was Uchiha Shisui—even though he had already completely rejected her ninja way and her choices.

"...Itachi."

Mikoto's voice trembled as she removed her mask, the light illuminating her expression—a complex mix of ten years of longing, countless sleepless nights, and the overwhelming emotions that threatened to crush her at this moment of reunion.

She finally saw the child again.

At first glance, she saw those eyes that could never be opened again.

Yes... prisoners are not allowed to possess the Mangekyou Sharingan. She knew that, from the perspective of a mother, a victim with a blade pointed at her, she had a right to hate this daughter.

Even tigers don't eat their cubs, but humans are so cruel that one cannot bear to be close to them.

This was also what disappointed Fugaku the most about his eldest daughter back then—he later blamed himself for not being a good father at the time, being so engrossed in clan affairs and power struggles that he neglected the darkness that was quietly spreading in his child's heart.

However, as a mother, Mikoto never neglected her duties in the slightest.

When Itachi was a child, she would cry incessantly at night, and she would hold her and walk around the corridor all night, humming nursery rhymes until dawn. Whenever Itachi returned late from a mission, the light in the entrance hall would always be on, and there would always be food for one more person warming on the stove. Even when she noticed that Itachi's worries were getting heavier and heavier, she didn't ask too many questions, but would often make her daughter's favorite three-colored dumplings.

She gave Itachi all the tenderness and protection a mother could offer, until her very last moment.

But on that night, Itachi unhesitatingly unleashed Amaterasu, a black flame powerful enough to incinerate everything, upon her.

That wasn't a warning, nor a deterrent; it was a decisive, swift and decisive strike.

If Naruto hadn't intervened back then, she would have been reduced to ashes long ago.

However, even so—

Looking at her daughter sitting quietly with her eyes closed, her face pale and seemingly fragile, Mikoto felt a surge of hatred welling up in her chest, but before it could fully form, it was completely overwhelmed by an even stronger surge of heartache.

"……Mother?"

Yuzu's voice was tinged with uncertainty and confusion. That voice... she thought she had misheard, or rather, she didn't know how to face it.

She subconsciously stood up based on the air and wind direction, groping her way toward Uchiha Shisui.

Seeing this, Mikoto quickly stepped forward and reached out to touch her daughter's cheek—but Fugaku gently pulled her wrist from behind.

"Uchiha Itachi..." a cold voice rang out. "I've finally seen you again."

The mother's gentle voice was no longer heard. In its place came a chilling killing intent that had been building up for ten years and could no longer be contained.

Uchiha Satsuki stood a few steps away, gazing at the older sister he had once looked up to and loved, now only seeing her as a stranger and vulnerable. The strong, calm, and all-encompassing figure he remembered was now just a frail body and closed eyes in this dimly lit stone chamber.

"…Sasuki."

Yuu froze the moment she heard the voice. She understood—her family had arrived.

Years of suppressed longing were about to break through her reason. She reached out her hand in the direction from which Zuo Yue's voice came, her fingertips trembling slightly, wanting to touch her sister—however.

"Don't touch me!"

Just as she was about to touch Satsuki, Satsuki abruptly slapped her hand away. The force was filled with undisguised rejection and coldness. Yuzu swayed, almost losing her balance, before Uchiha Shisui caught her just in time.

"Leader," Shisui looked up at Menma, who was wearing a fox mask, his gaze filled with confusion. "Why did you bring these people here?"

Mianma remained silent for a moment.

"That night, the night that changed the fate of the Uchiha clan... Satsuki almost stepped onto the path Itachi had laid out for her. Now, I hope that those who experienced that night can gather together and tell her the truth of that night in their own words."

He turned to still water.

"Shisui, please. It seems... she's no longer able to speak calmly. Please explain everything clearly."

Shisui remained silent for a few seconds, then finally sighed softly and nodded. He helped You sit up on the edge of the bed, then sat beside her, his eyes slightly lowered as he sorted through distant and heavy memories.

Yu clung tightly to his side, her hand, which had just been brushed away by Satsuki, still trembling slightly—it wasn't just a loss of balance, but a trembling of heart aching from the pain.

Satsuki clenched her fist, holding her breath as she waited. What was the reason behind this? Why did her father seem completely unsurprised to see Uchiha Shisui, who should have been "dead" for many years, still alive?

The "truth" she knew was simple yet cruel: Itachi Uchiha massacred the entire Uchiha clan to test her supposed magnanimity. She was killed out of "disdain" simply because she was too weak.

That night, it was Naruto… or rather, Menma’s intervention that saved some of her clan members, as well as her parents.

"Then... let's start from there." Shisui slowly raised his head, his voice low and deep, as if he were turning the pages of a history book soaked in blood and tears.

"It all started about eighteen years ago."

"That night... the fate of the entire Uchiha clan was completely rewritten. That night, the Nine-Tails appeared in the center of Konoha..."