POV: NARRATOR
"Hiruzen, how long are you going to stall?" Danzo's voice was sharp and unrelenting, slicing through the tension that hung heavy in the Hokage's office. His lone, visible eye was fixed on the Third Hokage with a look of simmering impatience.
Hiruzen Sarutobi, seated behind his desk, puffed his pipe in silence. The smoke curled around him, veiling his face in a haze that could not hide the exhaustion in his eyes. He finally spoke, his voice calm but heavy. "Rushing this decision would be catastrophic, Danzo. You of all people should understand the consequences of acting recklessly."
Danzo stepped forward, the click of his cane against the wooden floor echoing through the room. "The Uchiha are beyond saving," he hissed. "Their hatred for the village festers with every passing day. Even Itachi, your supposed 'peacekeeper,' has grown distant. The entire clan is a powder keg, and we are running out of time to stop them from exploding."
Hiruzen's brow furrowed at the mention of Itachi, but he kept his composure. "Hatred that you caused when you spread rumours of the nine tailed fox clash nine years ago and the battle that killed the twins and Shisui being caused by the Uchiha. I will not allow this village to descend into civil war, Danzo. The Uchiha are a proud clan. They've suffered much—perhaps too much—and we must address their grievances, not ignite them further. There a tool I can not bear to lose to."
Danzo let out a dry, humorless laugh.
"You know very well that the villagers needed explanations, and I gave them the most profitable one, or would you rather tell them the truth about the Sage? We both know the Uchiha blame the village for their misery due to all the segregation ever since Master Tobirama's time."
He let out a cold breath as he continued "They've cut all ties—refusing to send their children to the academy, refusing to join our operations. They've already abandoned the village in every way that matters."
"And you think killing them will solve this?" Hiruzen snapped, his calm demeanor cracking as his voice rose. "The Uchiha are more than a clan—they are Leaf shinobi, and we cannot—"
"They are no longer Leaf shinobi!" Danzo barked, slamming his cane against the floor. "They see themselves as Uchiha first, village second. If they even acknowledge the village at all. They're plotting something—I can feel it. If we don't act now, it'll be the Uchiha who strike first, and we'll be too weak to stop them."
Hiruzen's hands tightened into fists, but he said nothing. Danzo took his silence as a concession and pressed on.
"Itachi's reports grow fewer and less reliable by the day," Danzo continued. "He's losing faith in the village, just like the rest of them. Soon, he'll turn against us too. We need to remove this threat now, before it's too late."
Hiruzen closed his eyes, his heart heavy with the weight of the decision before him. "Today, we finish this today," he said quietly. "We've made mistakes, Danzo. Mistakes we must own. Let this be our last mistake."
Danzo stared at him with a look of pure disdain. "Then I'll be the one responsible when this village burns in the light but I'll be its greatest defender in the shadows" He turned sharply and walked out, his cane striking the floor with each angry step.
"Leave this to me, Hiruzen." He said as he disappeared from view.
UCHIHA CLAN COMPOUND
The air inside the Uchiha compound was heavy with tension, voices murmuring in low, bitter tones. The clan's leaders had gathered in the main hall, their faces grim, their pride wounded. Even Itachi, usually silent and reserved, sat among them, his expression darker than usual.
Fugaku Uchiha, the clan head, stood at the center, his eyes blazing with determination. "We've given this village our blood, our loyalty, our strength," he said, his voice echoing through the hall. "And in return, they've given us nothing but suspicion, isolation, and contempt. The Nine-Tails attack was the first straw but Shisui's death was the last. They blame us for every conflict , and they'll never trust us again."
"Do we even want their trust anymore?" one of the elders spat. "Their trust is worth less than the dirt beneath our feet. All they've ever done is look for ways to control us, to keep us in chains."
Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room.
Kagami , seated at the edge of the room in his wheelchair, frowned. "We can't act impulsively. If we make a move, the entire village will come down on us. We need a plan—something decisive, something that will secure our future without turning us into fugitives."
"How can you support a village that blames your son's last breath on his own clan?" Fugaku asked in shame.
"My son died protecting the village. Itachi, shouldn't you uphold his last wishes." Kagami asked looking for support in this endeavour.
"Shisui-Nissan died protecting two orphans this very village abandoned." Itachi shot back without lifting his head.
Fugaku's gaze swept across the room, settling on Itachi. "Itachi," he said. "You've seen how the village treats us. You've seen how they view us as enemies, not allies. Do you still believe in their lies?"
Itachi hesitated, his fists clenched tightly in his lap. "The village is broken," he said finally, his voice quiet but firm. "It preaches unity, but in truth, it's built on fear and manipulation. The Uchiha have no home here anymore."
Fugaku nodded, his expression hardening. "Then it's settled. We will leave the village—and we will take what is ours with us."
Gasps and murmurs broke out, but Fugaku raised a hand to silence them. "We will not leave empty-handed. We will take our wealth here, the power, and the secrets of our ancestors for generations. With that we can survive anything. We will build a new home—one where the Uchiha will no longer be seen as threats, but as rulers."
"We co-founded this village with the Senju, this is our legacy. How can we abandon it?" Kagami asked, his voice tinged with doubt.
"What… if they try to stop us.? "He asked.
"They will," Fugaku said grimly. "Which is why we must be prepared. If the Leaf comes after us, we will show them the true power of the Uchiha. Mobilise yourselves we leave tonight."
As the meeting continued, plans were drawn, alliances were forged, and the Uchiha prepared for their exodus. In the shadows, Itachi sat quietly, his face unreadable. He had made his choice—but deep within, a seed of doubt remained, a faint whisper that asked if this path would truly lead to peace… or destruction. 'When did this start?' He thought, but then an Image of Shisui, Sasuke and the twins playing together appeared in his mind. He started preparing for the battle.
The Uchiha compound was on the brink of war. Fugaku stood at the front of the compound, eyes locked on the shadows beyond the gates. The scent of smoke and the midnight air lingered. It was only a matter of time before they made their move—he had been waiting for this moment, this final confrontation.
Fugaku's hand rested on the hilt of his blade. "Tonight, we fight for our clan's future. No one will take it from us." His words were cold, yet they burned with determination. His voice carried through the night, rallying the Uchiha to stand firm.
They started moving staying in the shadows in a diamond formation with the civilians in the middle.
At the gates of konoha the Uchiha appeared but out of the darkness, Danzo's voice cut through the air, like the hiss of a snake. "You should have known, Fugaku. Your clan's arrogance has always been its downfall."
Fugaku faced him with multiple red eyes glowing behind him. "Arrogance?" Fugaku scoffed. "No, Danzo. It's your own hatred that blinds you. You would rather see the Uchiha burn than live in peace. But you will find that your plans will fail tonight."
With a flick of his wrist, Fugaku activated his Sharingan, the crimson glow lighting up his face like a demonic mask. Danzo's single three tomoe Sharingan he had salvaged during the 3rd shinobi war, wrapped in bandages, gleamed as he activated his own. "I will stop you here. For the sake of the village."
And then the battle began.
Danzo lunged forward, his hand striking with lightning speed, attempting to land a fatal blow on Fugaku. But Fugaku, his Sharingan already working in overdrive, dodged effortlessly, anticipating Danzo's every move. The clash of steel rang out as Fugaku parried another strike, his blade flashing in the moonlight.
"You've become predictable, Danzo," Fugaku sneered. "It's too late for you. You're the one who's finished."
But Danzo was relentless. His ROOT agents, hidden in the shadows, began to circle around Fugaku, each one ready to strike. His counterattacks were swift, but the numbers were against him. As Fugaku defended himself, he felt the weight of the situation bearing down on him. This was more than just a battle for supremacy—it was a fight for survival. And the Uchiha were fighting with everything they had.
Elsewhere, Mikoto Uchiha stood guard over Sasuke, her eyes scanning the area with sharp precision. She could feel the tension in the air as the ROOT ANBU closed in, their movements silent but lethal. Sasuke clung to her, his wide eyes filled with confusion and fear.
"Mom, what's happening?" Sasuke whispered, trembling.
"Stay close, Sasuke," Mikoto whispered, her voice steady despite the chaos around them. "I won't let anything happen to you."
But Mikoto knew the danger was closing in. A dozen ROOT ANBU emerged from the shadows, surrounding them. Mikoto's heart raced, but her resolve was unshakable. She drew a kunai from her pouch, her Sharingan activating as she prepared for the inevitable battle.
"You should have stayed out of this, Uchiha. You delay the inevitable," one of the ANBU spoke, his voice cold and emotionless.
Mikoto narrowed her eyes, her Sharingan swirling dangerously. "You'll have to get through me first."
The battle erupted in a flurry of movement. Mikoto was a blur of speed and grace, deflecting strikes and landing powerful blows. Her Sharingan gave her the upper hand, allowing her to predict the ANBU's movements before they even made them. But even Mikoto's formidable skills were not enough against the sheer number of enemies.
As the fight wore on, Mikoto's strength began to falter. She blocked a strike from one ANBU only to be blindsided by another. Her vision blurred as a kunai pierced her side. She staggered, but before she could recover, another ANBU took advantage of her weakened state and lunged forward, plunging his kunai deep into her chest. She reaped the kunai out and threw it into the anbu's head plunging through his mask killing him instantly. But another anbu appeared from the ground behind her using hiding like a mole jutsu and weaved several and signs. *Lightning release: Circuit of a thousand thunder strikes." A surge of lightning chakra erupted from his hands and struck her body making her scream in pain.
"Mom!!!" Sasuke cried out, but Mikoto's eyes were already dimming as she collapsed to the ground.
"No!" Sasuke screamed, his body trembling with fear and rage. He was frozen in a cold rage.
In that moment, something inside Sasuke snapped. The sight of his mother, the one person who had always protected him, lying lifeless on the ground, filled him with a burning fury. His Sharingan activated, its power pulsing within him, and for the first time, Sasuke's hatred took over.
With a cry of anguish, Sasuke rushed forward, his kunai raised high. In one swift motion, he thrust it into the Anbu's neck before he could turn around, his hands trembling as the man fell to the ground.
Sasuke stood there, panting heavily, his eyes wide in disbelief at the blood staining his hands. The world seemed to freeze around him as the reality of what he had just done sank in. He had taken his first life. And he would never be the same again.
While the battle raged, Itachi remained vigilant, his Sharingan spinning as he defended the families and children who sought refuge in the compound's inner sanctum. He fought with precision, his movements cold and calculated, yet there was a subtle sadness in his eyes. Each swing of his blade, each use of his jutsu, felt like a weight on his soul.
His mind flickered back to Shisui's words, urging him to be strong, to lead. And yet, in this moment, Itachi felt the crushing responsibility of his actions. For the future of the clan… He could still hear Shisui's voice ringing in his ears.
The children huddled together, some crying, some too afraid to move. Itachi's heart broke as he moved from one child to the next, ensuring their safety.
"Stay close to me," he whispered softly to the frightened children. "I won't let anything happen to you."
But the ROOT ANBU were relentless. They pushed forward, determined to eliminate every last Uchiha, no matter the cost. Itachi's mind raced as he continued to fend off attack after attack, his eyes flicking between the children and the ruthless warriors who sought to destroy them.
Meanwhile, at the outskirts of the battleground, an older figure stood his ground. Kagami Uchiha, once a proud warrior of the Uchiha clan, now aged and frail, had seen countless battles in his time. His Sharingan, though dimmed by age and his disability, still held a lethal edge. He was the last line of defense for the clan's remaining elders and families.
He used his walking stick to strike down any anbu who came near his path while using his chakra to reinforce his body so that it wouldn't give up that easily.
As he faced the incoming threat, he saw a familiar figure stepping through the smoke—the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi. The two locked eyes, and for a brief moment, both men shared an unspoken understanding of the pain and the tragedy unfolding around them.
"Kagami," Hiruzen said softly, his voice filled with sorrow. "I never wanted it to come to this."
Kagami's voice was low but filled with determination. "Then why did you let it happen, Hiruzen? You, the one who promised peace. You stood by while Danzo made his moves. Now look at the cost."
"I couldn't control it anymore," Hiruzen replied, his voice pained. "But I will make sure the Uchiha are not erased from history."
Kagami's eyes hardened. "This isn't about history, Hiruzen. This is about survival. The Uchiha will never bow to you. Not anymore."
And with that, the battle began.
Despite his weakened body, Kagami fought with every ounce of his remaining strength. His Sharingan flared, and he pushed Hiruzen back, but the Third Hokage was a seasoned fighter. The two exchanged blows, each strike carrying years of grief and unresolved conflict.
But Kagami knew this wasn't a battle he could win. His body was frail, his strength waning. And Hiruzen was determined to stop him.
As the fight raged on, Kagami found himself cornered. He could feel the weight of his age and injury catching up to him, but his resolve remained. In a final, desperate act, Kagami rushed forward, striking Hiruzen with the last of his power, before he collapsed to the ground, defeated.
Hiruzen stood over him, panting heavily. "I'm sorry, Kagami," he whispered, lowering his head. "This wasn't the way it was supposed to end."
But Kagami's final words came in a rasping whisper. "The future… belongs to the Uchiha."
With that, Kagami's eyes closed for the last time, his sacrifice ensuring that the Uchiha's legacy would live on, even if the village itself was no more.
As Hiruzen stood there, a sense of hopelessness washed over him. He had failed them all.
Hiruzen, battered from his battle with Kagami, knew the time had come. The Uchiha were too strong, too resolute, and there was no stopping them now. But they had already passed through the gates carrying some of their fallen but bodies were scattered around the area root anbu and Uchiha alike.
Hiruzen turned to his old ally, the one man who had stood by him through everything—Danzo who was on the ground bloodied and injured but alive.
"We need to give chase." Hiruzen said in a hushed voice.
"My root are limited right now and I don't think the other clans' will support us to kill the Uchiha. We must replan. You can't face the whole clan alone." (A/N itachi was only able to eliminate the whole clan due to a sneak attack and with the help of Obito.)
"Then we replan as you said and strike them down after." Hiruzen replied.
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