Morning arrived in Konoha, but the village seemed to stir without its usual warmth. Dawn light revealed blackened streets, broken doors, and the quiet remnants of the Uchiha compound. Smoke lingered in the air, a reminder of fires that had been hastily extinguished during the night.
Civilians clustered in hushed groups along the main road, their glances quick and voices low, almost as if the dead might hear them.
"Is it true? All of them?"
"My cousin swears he saw it. The Uchiha district—nothing but blood."
"By the gods… a whole clan, wiped out in a single night…"
"And Itachi—wasn't he supposed to be their genius? Why would he—"
"Don't say his name too loudly. They say he did it himself. That he slaughtered them all."
Mothers held their children a little tighter. Shopkeepers abandoned their stalls, half-open. No one dared approach the southern quarter any longer; the silence felt too profound, too final.
A merchant spat in the dirt, "If the Hokage can let a clan disappear like that, what hope do the rest of us have? We're just lambs, waiting."
Inside the council chamber, the atmosphere was even heavier. Clan leaders sat stiffly in their seats, while civilian leaders shifted anxiously. At the far end, the Hokage sat, pipe resting in his fingers.
Hiruzen Sarutobi seemed to wear his age today. His spine was straight, but his eyes were heavy and his face bore new lines of worry.
Shikaku Nara broke the silence with a sigh. "So… it's true then. The Uchiha are gone."
Hiashi Hyūga's pale eyes narrowed. "Too clean. Too sudden. Even for Itachi."
A civilian, a balding man with shaking hands, snapped, "What does it matter how? They're dead. Good riddance, I say. Their police force kept us under their thumb for too long."
His comments drew sharp glares from the clan heads.
Inoichi Yamanaka leaned in. "Careful, civilian. The Uchiha held significant power in this village for generations. They may be gone now, but spitting on their graves helps no one."
"They were a threat!" the man insisted. "Everyone knew it. Better a night of blood than a civil war."
Hiruzen's pipe clicked against the table, and his quiet voice stilled the chamber. "Enough."
The Hokage exhaled smoke, watching it rise. "Itachi Uchiha has been declared a traitor. That's the story we'll tell the people. He turned on his clan and killed them all, sparing only his younger brother."
Gasps echoed around the room. "Sasuke… survived?"
Hiruzen's jaw tightened. "Yes. And for his sake, that's all we'll say. The boy doesn't need more burdens."
Shikaku muttered, "Troublesome. So the Uchiha name survives, but barely. This will fester."
Hiashi nodded. "The balance of power in Konoha is shattered. The Sharingan was a cornerstone, and now it's in ruins. Don't think the other villages will ignore this."
That evening, as lanterns flickered to life throughout Konoha, whispers filled the alleys.
"My neighbor claimed he saw ANBU dragging bodies from the compound."
"They say the Hokage himself covered it up."
"They say Itachi was ordered to do it."
"No, no—he's a demon. No human could murder his whole clan alone."
Children dared one another to run to the Uchiha gates, only to run back when confronted by the eerie silence and the faint scent of blood.
For some, the massacre was a relief. For others, it was a sign of danger closer than they'd ever imagined.
Lightning flashed above the Cloud's stronghold as Raikage A met with his advisors, veins bulging in his arms as he slammed a fist on the table.
"So, one of Konoha's strongest clans wiped out in a night." He let out a low, grim laugh. "Hah! Their military backbone just snapped."
His advisor C frowned. "We should be cautious. Even weakened, Konoha is not easy prey."
Raikage sneered. "Prey? No. But blood in the water attracts sharks. And the Uchiha eyes… how many are left unclaimed? How many could be harvested?"
Another advisor spoke up nervously. "Raiding for eyes could provoke war."
A grinned, teeth bared. "War is coming. Now, Konoha will face it weaker than ever."
In the Mist, where blood still stained the training fields, the massacre took on a different meaning.
"They say Itachi Uchiha killed his whole clan by himself," one elder murmured.
The Mizukage's lips curled into a smirk. "A child who slaughters his kin. Fitting for this world."
The Mist's shinobi whispered that even the mightiest had fallen into the age of blood.
Onoki, the old Tsuchikage, floated cross-legged above his council chamber, beard bristling as he listened to the report.
"The Uchiha?" he finally asked. "Gone?"
His advisors nodded.
Onoki chuckled dryly, coughing into his beard. "Hmph. Fate has done what we couldn't. How many wars did their eyes cost us? How many graves did they fill? Good riddance."
Yet when his advisors left, Onoki sat alone, staring at the map of the ninja world.
"If the Uchiha can disappear in a night," he muttered, "then so can any of us." His old hands trembled slightly.
The Kazekage's eyes sparkled like sand in the sun as he processed the news.
"Konoha is unstable," he murmured to his council. "Their power is fractured. Their people are unsettled. This is our chance."
One of his aides asked anxiously, "Are we going to move against them?"
The Kazekage smiled thinly. "Not yet. But we will keep watch. When their guard falls again, Sunagakure will be ready."
In shadowy taverns and hidden halls, the whispers turned darker.
"Uchiha corpses, unattended."
"Sharingan ripe for the taking."
"They'll bring in fortunes—more than bloodlines ever did."
Missing-nin licked their lips. Hunters sharpened their knives. The Uchiha name, once feared, was now just another item in the endless trade of death.
Far from the villages, in a hidden cavern, two figures spoke.
Nagato's Rinnegan eyes glimmered faintly. "The Uchiha are ash. Even the mightiest fall. Proof that the world is sinking further into chaos."
Beside him, a masked man stood quietly. Obito's voice was calm, steady, almost cool. "Don't mistake this for weakness. The clan's blood was spilled willingly. Itachi did what was necessary."
Nagato tilted his head. "Necessary?"
"The world fears the Uchiha name," Obito replied, his Sharingan glowing beneath the mask. "Now, it will fear their absence even more. One survivor—Sasuke. A seed of hatred that will grow in time. And Itachi, his brother's executioner, branded a traitor. Both will serve the plan."
Nagato's lips turned up slightly. "So even slaughter is just another tool."
"Not just a tool," Obito corrected. "A lesson. If a clan as proud as the Uchiha can vanish overnight, what hope does the rest of the world have? They will destroy themselves long before we make a move."
The cave fell silent, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.
In every corner of the world, the same truth rang clear:
The Uchiha were no more.
In Konoha, mothers whispered it as they held their children tighter. In the Cloud, war drums quickened. In the Mist, killers sharpened their blades. In the Stone, an old man murmured about fate. In the Sand, a Kazekage plotted. In the shadows, missing-nin dreamed of profit.
And in the darkest cavern of all, a masked man observed and waited, convinced the ashes of his clan would ignite a fire that would engulf the world.
The Uchiha were dead.
But their shadow was only beginning to spread.
Morning arrived in Konoha, but the village seemed to stir without its usual warmth. Dawn light revealed blackened streets, broken doors, and the quiet remnants of the Uchiha compound. Smoke lingered in the air, a reminder of fires that had been hastily extinguished during the night.
Civilians clustered in hushed groups along the main road, their glances quick and voices low, almost as if the dead might hear them.
"Is it true? All of them?"
"My cousin swears he saw it. The Uchiha district—nothing but blood."
"By the gods… a whole clan, wiped out in a single night…"
"And Itachi—wasn't he supposed to be their genius? Why would he—"
"Don't say his name too loudly. They say he did it himself. That he slaughtered them all."
Mothers held their children a little tighter. Shopkeepers abandoned their stalls, half-open. No one dared approach the southern quarter any longer; the silence felt too profound, too final.
A merchant spat in the dirt, "If the Hokage can let a clan disappear like that, what hope do the rest of us have? We're just lambs, waiting."
Inside the council chamber, the atmosphere was even heavier. Clan leaders sat stiffly in their seats, while civilian leaders shifted anxiously. At the far end, the Hokage sat, pipe resting in his fingers.
Hiruzen Sarutobi seemed to wear his age today. His spine was straight, but his eyes were heavy and his face bore new lines of worry.
Shikaku Nara broke the silence with a sigh. "So… it's true then. The Uchiha are gone."
Hiashi Hyūga's pale eyes narrowed. "Too clean. Too sudden. Even for Itachi."
A civilian, a balding man with shaking hands, snapped, "What does it matter how? They're dead. Good riddance, I say. Their police force kept us under their thumb for too long."
His comments drew sharp glares from the clan heads.
Inoichi Yamanaka leaned in. "Careful, civilian. The Uchiha held significant power in this village for generations. They may be gone now, but spitting on their graves helps no one."
"They were a threat!" the man insisted. "Everyone knew it. Better a night of blood than a civil war."
Hiruzen's pipe clicked against the table, and his quiet voice stilled the chamber. "Enough."
The Hokage exhaled smoke, watching it rise. "Itachi Uchiha has been declared a traitor. That's the story we'll tell the people. He turned on his clan and killed them all, sparing only his younger brother."
Gasps echoed around the room. "Sasuke… survived?"
Hiruzen's jaw tightened. "Yes. And for his sake, that's all we'll say. The boy doesn't need more burdens."
Shikaku muttered, "Troublesome. So the Uchiha name survives, but barely. This will fester."
Hiashi nodded. "The balance of power in Konoha is shattered. The Sharingan was a cornerstone, and now it's in ruins. Don't think the other villages will ignore this."
That evening, as lanterns flickered to life throughout Konoha, whispers filled the alleys.
"My neighbor claimed he saw ANBU dragging bodies from the compound."
"They say the Hokage himself covered it up."
"They say Itachi was ordered to do it."
"No, no—he's a demon. No human could murder his whole clan alone."
Children dared one another to run to the Uchiha gates, only to run back when confronted by the eerie silence and the faint scent of blood.
For some, the massacre was a relief. For others, it was a sign of danger closer than they'd ever imagined.
Lightning flashed above the Cloud's stronghold as Raikage A met with his advisors, veins bulging in his arms as he slammed a fist on the table.
"So, one of Konoha's strongest clans wiped out in a night." He let out a low, grim laugh. "Hah! Their military backbone just snapped."
His advisor C frowned. "We should be cautious. Even weakened, Konoha is not easy prey."
Raikage sneered. "Prey? No. But blood in the water attracts sharks. And the Uchiha eyes… how many are left unclaimed? How many could be harvested?"
Another advisor spoke up nervously. "Raiding for eyes could provoke war."
A grinned, teeth bared. "War is coming. Now, Konoha will face it weaker than ever."
In the Mist, where blood still stained the training fields, the massacre took on a different meaning.
"They say Itachi Uchiha killed his whole clan by himself," one elder murmured.
The Mizukage's lips curled into a smirk. "A child who slaughters his kin. Fitting for this world."
The Mist's shinobi whispered that even the mightiest had fallen into the age of blood.
Onoki, the old Tsuchikage, floated cross-legged above his council chamber, beard bristling as he listened to the report.
"The Uchiha?" he finally asked. "Gone?"
His advisors nodded.
Onoki chuckled dryly, coughing into his beard. "Hmph. Fate has done what we couldn't. How many wars did their eyes cost us? How many graves did they fill? Good riddance."
Yet when his advisors left, Onoki sat alone, staring at the map of the ninja world.
"If the Uchiha can disappear in a night," he muttered, "then so can any of us." His old hands trembled slightly.
The Kazekage's eyes sparkled like sand in the sun as he processed the news.
"Konoha is unstable," he murmured to his council. "Their power is fractured. Their people are unsettled. This is our chance."
One of his aides asked anxiously, "Are we going to move against them?"
The Kazekage smiled thinly. "Not yet. But we will keep watch. When their guard falls again, Sunagakure will be ready."
In shadowy taverns and hidden halls, the whispers turned darker.
"Uchiha corpses, unattended."
"Sharingan ripe for the taking."
"They'll bring in fortunes—more than bloodlines ever did."
Missing-nin licked their lips. Hunters sharpened their knives. The Uchiha name, once feared, was now just another item in the endless trade of death.
Far from the villages, in a hidden cavern, two figures spoke.
Nagato's Rinnegan eyes glimmered faintly. "The Uchiha are ash. Even the mightiest fall. Proof that the world is sinking further into chaos."
Beside him, a masked man stood quietly. Obito's voice was calm, steady, almost cool. "Don't mistake this for weakness. The clan's blood was spilled willingly. Itachi did what was necessary."
Nagato tilted his head. "Necessary?"
"The world fears the Uchiha name," Obito replied, his Sharingan glowing beneath the mask. "Now, it will fear their absence even more. One survivor—Sasuke. A seed of hatred that will grow in time. And Itachi, his brother's executioner, branded a traitor. Both will serve the plan."
Nagato's lips turned up slightly. "So even slaughter is just another tool."
"Not just a tool," Obito corrected. "A lesson. If a clan as proud as the Uchiha can vanish overnight, what hope does the rest of the world have? They will destroy themselves long before we make a move."
The cave fell silent, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.
In every corner of the world, the same truth rang clear:
The Uchiha were no more.
In Konoha, mothers whispered it as they held their children tighter. In the Cloud, war drums quickened. In the Mist, killers sharpened their blades. In the Stone, an old man murmured about fate. In the Sand, a Kazekage plotted. In the shadows, missing-nin dreamed of profit.
And in the darkest cavern of all, a masked man observed and waited, convinced the ashes of his clan would ignite a fire that would engulf the world.
The Uchiha were dead.
But their shadow was only beginning to spread.