Chiyu's Ten-Taba Zaimetsu Ken Sword came crashing down with sudden force!
Uchiha Itachi mustered his last bit of strength to dodge aside.
In the courtyard of the Patriarch's estate, the sword strike tore open a deep fissure in the earth, stretching straight outward into darkness.
Not only Itachi, but Fugaku, Mikoto, and Sasuke were all deeply shaken by such a display.
Because everyone could tell—this was just a seemingly casual slash from Chiyu!
Yet its power was terrifying to this degree.
Uchiha Itachi's face went deathly pale. Previously, Chiyu's single blow had shattered his Susanoo; he'd been heavily wounded. Now, though he forced himself to evade again, the shockwave still caught him, aggravating his injuries.
He gasped frantically for breath, knowing full well there was likely no escape from death today.
Even so, paradoxically, a grim calm settled in Itachi's eyes.
"Uchiha Chiyu… it seems this time, I've lost."
"I never imagined you'd see through everything and lie in wait here."
"It appears Father used a shadow clone under your direction, but you also anticipated even he might not be my match, so you set your own ambush. How thorough."
"Losing to you, there's nothing more to say."
"At least… I ended up like Shisui‐senpai, also dying by your hand…"
Chiyu gave a mocking laugh.
"Itachi, you're overestimating yourself."
Itachi frowned. "What?"
Chiyu sneered. "Killing you hardly requires my true body."
Uchiha Itachi's eyes flew wide—shocked to his core.
"You… you mean this you is just a shadow clone?!"
"So… your real body's still at the Police Force headquarters?"
He was covered in cold sweat, a bitter smile curling his lips.
"As I thought… the gap between our strengths is far too great."
"Even so, if this is just a shadow clone, the chakra of your true body is divided in half, inevitably weakening you. Aren't you worried you'll be no match for that man?"
Chiyu's voice was indifferent.
"That's none of a dead man's concern."
Itachi fell silent, then merely nodded in a hollow, lifeless way.
He glanced toward his father, then his mother—and finally his beloved little brother, Uchiha Sasuke.
"Sorry. I chose a path the world would never accept, and in the end, I failed…"
"Still, I don't regret it—there's no need to regret. Father, please believe me… I truly revered and loved you, though our stands and perceptions differ."
Fugaku coldly snorted.
"Itachi, I do not acknowledge a son who'd raise his blade against his own parents."
"You're no child of mine. Anyone who could do such a thing is unfit to be called human!"
Itachi expected such an outcome.
His gaze dulled as though surrendering to despair.
Mikoto sobbed uncontrollably, covering her mouth, unable to speak even a single word.
Finally, Itachi turned to Sasuke.
"Sasuke, I'm sorry you had to see all this. But… Please remember that no matter what I did—even attempting to kill our parents, to slaughter the entire clan—it never changed how I felt about you…"
"No matter how much you hate me, it doesn't matter. I'll always… love you."
The young Sasuke, still just a child, showed only pain and confusion in his eyes, wholly unable to make sense of anything happening.
Having given his farewells, Itachi closed his eyes. A slight smile formed on his lips.
"All right, then, Uchiha Chiyu. Since I made my choice, I've prepared to accept any result. But even if I'm doomed, I won't just lie down and die."
At that, Uchiha Itachi gathered the last of his power. A barrage of kunai and shuriken burst forth like a sudden storm, shooting madly in all directions!
Such an attack had no effect at all.
Chiyu didn't bother to dodge. With Susanoo standing firm, those vicious winds of steel crashed futilely against its unyielding defense.
Chiyu calmly raised that sword once again—Ten-Taba Zaimetsu Ken Sword—and swung down in a violent slash!
Itachi barely avoided the blow. His mouth dripped blood, yet a faint grin crossed his face.
"Clone Great Explosion!"
A special technique Itachi had developed after Shisui's death: forming a crow clone to detonate violently upon contact, hoping to catch the foe off‐guard with an immense explosion.
"Be careful!" Fugaku warned.
Chiyu still showed no reaction. Under Susanoo's defense, that clone explosion was pointless.
When the smoke lifted and the dust settled, Itachi's figure reappeared, forcing out the very last of his stamina to unleash a final strike:
From his left Mangekyō eye, the ultimate genjutsu revered as unstoppable—
Itachi's pupil power collided—but Chiyu countered with his own Mangekyō ability, the eternal Mangekyō's right‐eye technique:
Regardless, It was Magatsuhi—the intense counter that rendered Tsukuyomi worthless.
Not to mention the gap in their ocular powers was immense; Tsukuyomi cannot defeat a mere clone of Chiyu's eternal Mangekyō. In canon, even Kakashi once canceled Itachi's Tsukuyomi with his own means.
Itachi screamed in agony. Surging "karmic fire" engulfed him, simultaneously scorching body and soul in a terrible blaze! This text is hosted at n0velfire.net
Seeing this, Fugaku realized Itachi was finished.
Though he deserved death, the fact it was truly happening made Fugaku avert his gaze, unwilling to watch as fatherly love warred with the bitterness of betrayal.
Mikoto and Sasuke clung to each other, weeping sorrowfully, hearts near breaking.
But no one said a word to stop it.
After all, one who committed such sins no longer had any right to live.
Chiyu's act of killing him was in fact releasing them all.
Amid the blazing karmic fire, with Itachi's shrieks echoing in helpless misery, his life swiftly slipped away.
At last, his cries faded into silence…
Through that endless torment, Uchiha Itachi vanished from this shinobi world.
Mikoto and Sasuke sobbed uncontrollably.
Fugaku, on the other hand, grew ever more resolute and cold in his eyes.
"Itachi is dead. But the hatred isn't ended."
"It was always the Konoha's leadership—Hiruzen Sarutobi and his ilk—who encouraged Itachi's betrayal and the slaughter of his own parents!"
"They—and not just him—have forever despised and repressed the Uchiha. That's never stopped. Now… it's time to finally settle everything!"
He turned decisively toward Chiyu.
"Chiyu, as Patriarch, I've made up my mind. It's time to rise up!"
"But… I still need more power!"
Chiyu shot a glance at Itachi's corpse still ablaze with karmic fire.
Especially at those Mangekyō Sharingan eyes faintly gleaming red…
"The power is right there."
Fugaku's heart pounded, hardly daring to believe.
"You… you're suggesting—"
Chiyu's tone was calm:
"Pluck out Itachi's Mangekyō Sharingan."
"Transplant and fuse them into your own eyes."
"Awaken the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan!"
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