"Do you know why I showed you those images?"
"Do you understand why I went through the trouble of saving your entire clan, only to replay that night before you?"
"Do you know why Itachi, knowing he could have chosen peace, still decided to stage a massacre?"
"Have any of you actually stopped to think about it?"
Naruto's voice grew louder and sharper, echoing through the hall.
Even Uchiha Setsuna, the clan's most unyielding elder, found himself shaken, the weight of Naruto's words forcing reflection.
Why, indeed?
"I'll tell you the answer," Naruto said, his hand sweeping toward the large projection behind him.
The Night of the Uchiha Massacre began playing again — every scream, every fallen body, every drop of blood illuminated before their eyes.
"Do you see it? Do you really see it clearly this time?"
"Uchiha Itachi and One masked man. Just two people — and they wiped out your entire clan."
"Doesn't that make you feel ashamed?"
"What happened to your Jōnin? Dead. Chūnin? Dead. Genin? Also dead."
"So many of you… and not one of you could stop just two people? Tell me — doesn't that sound pathetic?"
A few Uchiha finally snapped back, "We were ambushed! The patriarch didn't fight back!"
"Ambushed?" Naruto scoffed. "You're ninjas. Sneak attacks and counterattacks are the core of your profession."
"In a clan as big as yours, with screams echoing through every corridor — and you're telling me not one of you woke up? What were you all doing, sleeping like dead pigs?"
He looked around, his voice laced with disgust.
"How old was Itachi? Thirteen? Fourteen? And a bunch of grown Jōnin couldn't even handle one teenager?"
"Honestly," he said with a sigh, "you should be embarrassed to even speak of it."
Naruto had grown up hearing stories of the legendary Uchiha Clan — proud, powerful, unmatched. Even now, despite his strength, part of him still held on to that childhood awe.
The legends of Uchiha Itachi and Shisui made him believe that the Uchiha name meant something. But after seeing that night… he was utterly disappointed.
"No matter how talented Itachi was, one person can only do so much. If one Jōnin couldn't beat him, then two could. If two couldn't, then three. Or five. Or ten."
"Yet not one of you escaped. Not one even fought back properly. Ridiculous."
He sighed again, shaking his head.
"Just like I told the shinobi of Konoha — your Uchiha clan is weak."
His words cut through them like blades.
Faces reddened. Fists clenched. But no one could speak.
"I heard you wanted to stage a 'bloodless revolution,' overthrow Konoha's leadership, and take power for yourselves."
He gave a bitter laugh.
"Let me tell you the truth — even if Konoha's full of internal squabbles, their strength still surpasses yours. You never even had a chance."
"Because you're too weak."
The Uchiha stiffened, every word stabbing at their pride.
"And even if you did win," Naruto continued, "what then? Where would you take Konoha? Straight into the abyss?"
He folded his arms, his tone sharp.
"Yes, Konoha oppressed you. I understand your anger. But the way you handled it? Completely idiotic."
"The foundation of any revolution," he said, pacing slowly before them, "is knowing who your friends are and who your enemies are."
"Did you ever stop to think about that?"
"Did you have allies inside Konoha? Did you try to divide your enemies, weaken their power, strengthen your own?"
"You did none of that."
Naruto's voice struck like thunder. Even the most radical Uchiha fell silent, eyes wide and thoughtful.
"You've been living under the shadow of your ancestors, convinced that the name 'Uchiha' alone makes you untouchable. You think flashing your clan crest earns you respect?"
He glared.
"Wake up. In this world, only strength earns respect."
" Itachi was enough to slaughter you all — and you still dare call yourselves 'the proud Uchiha'? That's not pride. That's delusion."
"The glory of Uchiha died long ago with your ancestors — with Uchiha Madara, the only man who could stand against the First Hokage."
"Back then, you truly were a clan of legends."
He pointed toward them, eyes blazing.
"But now? You should be ashamed to even utter the name 'Uchiha.'"
"Stop clinging to the glory of the past. If you want to honor your name, earn it. Become strong again. Create new glory with your own hands."
Naruto's voice finally softened.
"Itachi staged that night not to destroy you… but to wake you up. To shatter your illusions. To show you the ugly truth — that the Uchiha had grown weak."
He turned away, arms folded across his chest.
"When will you finally accept your weakness?"
With a sigh, Naruto crossed his hands behind his back and walked out.
He'd said what needed to be said.
Let them think. Let them reflect.
As for controlling the Uchiha? Naruto wasn't worried.
They were already in his grasp — and if they tried to escape, there was no way out.
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