Itachi stood tall, his voice cutting through the murmurs of doubt like a sharpened blade. The air was thick with the weight of his words as he faced the clan, unflinching.
"Let me make something clear to you all." His voice rang out, clear and resolute. "I have proven myself to you and to this village, but let me remind you of what I've accomplished."
He took a slow breath, looking over his clan with a calm intensity.
"I graduated from the academy at seven years old."
A murmur rippled through the Uchiha as they recalled the impossible feat. The younger members, especially, had heard whispers about Itachi's exceptional abilities, but hearing him say it out loud brought a new level of respect and awe.
"I unlocked the Sharingan at eight, becoming one of the youngest ever to do so."
Another ripple, this time admiration mixed with disbelief. The Sharingan, a powerful gift that took many years of emotional struggle to unlock, had become second nature to him by then.
"I became a Chunin at ten, shattering all previous records. I didn't just pass the exams—I shattered them. I did what others thought was impossible."
The older generation nodded slowly. Some had witnessed it firsthand—the prodigious talent Itachi displayed in his youth. Even the most seasoned shinobi couldn't deny the truth of his achievements.
"At eleven, I was the youngest ever to become an Anbu member. And by twelve, I became an Anbu Captain."
A hushed silence fell over the crowd as they processed that. Few Uchiha were ever trusted with such responsibilities at such a young age, and yet Itachi had not only earned that trust but excelled in it.
"When I was seven, the Hokage himself said I had the mind of a Hokage."
The clan looked at each other, some shaking their heads in disbelief. The Hokage had rarely given such praise to anyone, let alone a child so young. Itachi's accomplishments were undeniable.
"At thirteen, I unlocked the Mangekyō Sharingan, and I mastered it. I am one of the few who can say that. Defeating my Father and Mother who have the same eyes as me."
This last statement sent a chill through the crowd. The Mangekyō Sharingan—an ancient power shrouded in mystery and fear. This now royal family would go down into LEGEND as all members seemed to be destined to unlock it. But Itachi had unlocked its potential at an age that most would never even dream of.
"Now I know that what we were told about these eyes was nothing but lies. Lies to feed the fear others have for us."
He paused, letting the gravity of his words sink in. He looked directly into the eyes of those in the crowd who had begun to question their own beliefs.
"It is said that the only way to unlock these eyes is to kill your best friend or loved one. Some of you believed that I killed Shisui to receive my eyes."
Itachi's eyes narrowed, his voice gaining strength as he continued.
"But as you saw with my mother, she didn't have to kill anyone to achieve these legendary eyes. She just needed to show emotions. To show her heart. To be willing to protect her loved ones."
There was a ripple of realization among the clan, and some heads bowed in shame. They had believed the rumors, the lies, for far too long.
"Madara did not kill his brother to get his eyes. These rumors have done terrible damage to our clan for decades, and they must end here."
Itachi's voice was fierce now, his eyes blazing with determination.
"But what is even worse, what cuts me to the bone, is that we believed them. We believed the outsiders. We believed that our own family was so bloodthirsty for power that we'd kill our own kin."
A wave of shame washed over the crowd. Many of them had believed the same things, doubts creeping into their minds about their own blood. Itachi's words hit harder than they expected.
"Some of you feel ashamed of your doubts. But listen to me. Hatred, sadness, and other dark emotions can trigger the transformation, yes. But so can happiness and love. And that is the path I want to lead this clan down."
Itachi stood tall, his gaze unwavering.
"I have no interest in going backward to a worse time. A time where we were divided by lies. A time where we allowed ourselves to be consumed by rage and fear. I want us to move forward. I want us to evolve—to embrace what makes us strong and compassionate, not what drives us to destroy."
He took a deep breath, his expression softening.
"This is the path I will walk with you. Together, we will be stronger. Together, we will fight for what is ours—not through fear, but through understanding. We will rebuild our clan on the foundation of love, of loyalty, of strength."
The crowd was silent, but the weight of his words was clear. They no longer looked at him with suspicion, but with something else—hope. Hope that perhaps they had been wrong all along. Hope that the future could be different.
Itachi's voice softened, but his resolve remained firm.
"We will change the world, Uchiha. But we must do it together. We must show the village that we are not what they fear. We are not monsters. We are family. And if you trust me, we will make a future where we are never hunted again."
" I Itachi Uchiha, The 56th clan head of the proud Uchiha clan. At fourteen, I will create a new Hidden Village for the Uchiha. A village where we are free to evolve, where our eyes can thrive, where our power can be used for our own future, not to be buried in fear. But first, you must take the leap. You must have faith in me, in us."
The silence stretched for a long moment, until one by one, heads began to lift. Eyes met his, and slowly, a quiet murmur began to rise—one of agreement, of loyalty. They would follow him. And as the last words of his speech hung in the air, they shouted in unison, their voices ringing with pride and new conviction:
"For the Uchiha!"
The echo carried across the night, and with it, a new chapter began.
Itachi took a deep breath, his gaze hardening with a new resolve, as his final words fell from his lips, the future of the Uchiha resting on them.
The clan's cries of agreement reverberated through the night sky. This was just the beginning. The Uchiha would rise again. Itachi would do it. Itachi would Make Uchiha Great Again!