Later that day, in the Hokage's underground war room, Bob stood before Naruto, Sasuke, and Shikamaru. A dim lamp cast eerie shadows across the ancient maps on the walls.
"This curse," Bob began, "is a manifestation of the Uchiha clan's sins. Every ounce of hatred, every betrayal—it's a seed that's grown over generations. But it's not just our clan. Konoha itself nurtured it."
Naruto frowned. "How?"
Bob tapped a map of the village. "Your ancestors suppressed truths, built alliances on blood, and created scapegoats—like the Uchiha clan. Every injustice, every ounce of suppressed rage, fed the curse. And now it's strong enough to act on its own."
Shikamaru rubbed his temples. "So you're saying the village's foundations are cursed? That's… troublesome."
"It's worse than that," Bob said. "The curse isn't just feeding—it's evolving. And the shades? They're its servants. The one I fought last night was a scout. The real threat is still buried."
Sasuke's expression darkened. "Buried where?"
"The Nakano Shrine," Bob said simply. "Underneath the Uchiha clan's sacred site. That's where it's strongest. But disturbing it will unleash something none of us are prepared for."
Naruto slammed his hand on the table. "Then we'll prepare. We'll fight. Whatever it takes."
Bob shook his head. "You don't understand. This isn't a battle you can win with brute force. It's not just an enemy—it's the embodiment of everything Konoha has tried to forget."
Despite the weight of his words, Naruto's determination didn't waver. "Then we'll face it together. Konoha doesn't run from its past."