I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

Itachi coldly finished speaking, his gaze remaining fixed on the 'kind' old man.

As space was torn apart, a look of astonishment appeared in Hiruzen Sarutobi's eyes. He had expected his opponent's ally to be a powerful being, but he had never imagined that his opponent would possess the most bizarre spatial abilities!

It should be noted that when he made his move, he already had the intention of completely silencing his opponent.

But this unexpected turn of events caught them completely off guard.

Should we continue with aggressive action?

He wasn't absolutely certain he could keep the other person.

If they are thoroughly enraged, Konoha will have an exceptionally formidable opponent.

Furthermore, that guy with the tattered mask also seems to possess the Sharingan?

Hiruzen Sarutobi was still reeling from the shock.

As for Itachi, before leaving, he looked in the direction of the Uchiha clan.

The remaining clansmen were fiercely protected by the Konoha ninja.

They were ninjas from Konoha who came because of the desolation.

Was I really wrong?

'There's no other way, is there?'

.......

A short distance away, Kakashi Hatake silently watched and listened to everything.

A ripple of emotion stirred beneath his calm eyes.

Chapter 86 The Wrong Thing Isn't You

The pale moonlight streamed through the window into the minimalist interior, but it couldn't dispel all the darkness.

The surrounding area was deathly silent; the only sound that could be heard was the faint breathing from inside the house.

"Itachi is still alive."

A slightly numb voice rang out at the intersection of light and darkness.

Upon hearing this, the woman kneeling in the darkness trembled slightly, and her intertwined fingers slowly fell onto her knees.

'Itachi is still alive. That's good.'

"There are still survivors in the tribe."

A moment later, Fugaku Uchiha added, but his voice didn't seem to convey any sense of relief.

"Is that so?"

The woman responded in murmurs, but her ten fingers, resting on her knees, had already wrinkled her dress.

'Her poor Sasuke.'

"Did I really do something wrong?"

Fugaku Uchiha opened his mouth, but in the end, he could only utter this shallow and powerless word.

If one does not excessively indulge and protect Itachi.

If only I could listen more to the voices within the clan, and hear the discontent within the clan.

If only I had been a little tougher when dealing with the village's higher-ups, I could have raised the issue of my family's interests to the next level.

If only they had stood up to stop Itachi when he launched his one-sided massacre, even at the cost of their own family.

Perhaps, there is still a chance for things to turn around.

But it's too late now.

It's already too late.

None of his people, mired in despair, called out to him, nor did any of them attempt to rely on his protection.

Everyone was calling out the name of Ara, placing their hopes for life and revenge on the boy who had just turned ten. Even the Konoha ninjas who had never interacted with them before, or even harbored a subtle hostility towards them, came because of him.

What kind of magic does that little guy possess?

He didn't know, and he really couldn't figure it out.

'It's a pity we have such a cowardly clan leader!'

Suddenly, Fugaku recalled the angry words the other person had roared out two years ago, those little guy with red eyes, holding back tears, angrily saying that he was willing to bear all the blame from Konoha.

I realized that my past actions had reached a point where even children were deeply dissatisfied.

This belated realization left him feeling quite uneasy.

"No, you're not the one who's wrong, I know that."

Mikoto Uchiha softly denied it.

"You just want the Uchiha to be able to integrate into Konoha better and be accepted by everyone. The problem is the world, and the Konoha leadership's unwillingness to understand."

"No one can understand your difficulties."

The woman's voice was very gentle, even though her face still showed a deep sorrow.

At the same time, a short blade quietly appeared in his hand.

His clan was slaughtered by his own eldest son, and Fugaku, the clan head, failed to protect him. Under these circumstances, if Sasuke, who knew nothing about the situation, were to have even a sliver of hope of survival, there was only one way:

He will atone for his sins with his death.

'puff. '

A soft sound echoed in the simple house as a sharp dagger pierced the woman's heart without hesitation, causing her breathing to become slightly more rapid.

As life slips away, in this narrow space, lingering whispers remain:

"I don't regret it, I really don't regret it."

Looking at the woman lying quietly in his arms, Fugaku Uchiha's usually expressionless face showed a rare look of sorrow.

But all of this is beyond redemption.

It all started when he chose to obediently listen to the former Hokage during the Nine-Tails' rampage.

It all started when the other ninjas were bravely fighting against the Nine-Tails, while the Konoha Police Force, the maintainers of order, chose to remain inactive.

All of this led to an irreversible dead end.

"Feel sorry."

"Thank you."

Fugaku took the dagger from his deceased wife's hand and slowly thrust it into his chest.

Blood splattered, and the gentle gaze that had been fixed on Mikoto gradually closed.

but.

but!

what is that?

At the end of his life, a small figure suddenly flew into his field of vision.

However, it no longer had the strength to explore further.

"wipe!"

"We're too late!"

Frustrated curses echoed in the deathly silence, and a bluebird flapping its wings appeared at the boundary between darkness and moonlight.

green.

The newly born one among the two symbiotic sparrows sharing one puppet.

Its ability to restrain resentment and bloodshed is far less profound than that of the swallow. After sensing a more abundant hunting ground nearby, it sneaked over.

And upon arrival, they immediately sensed this powerful, dying human!

This is exactly the kind of body they desperately want!

Especially since the other party committed suicide, and everything on their body was intact.

But Qing arrived too late. The opponent's vital points were pierced by the short blade, and his life was already nearing its end. The fact that he hadn't completely closed his eyes before his death was entirely due to his obsession.

"If Yan and that guy came along, maybe we'd still have a chance!"

"That big idiot who always keeps his promises!"

"What a waste of such a fresh host!"

Qing cursed under his breath.

Despite its curses, it still gained a great deal tonight. The lingering resentment permeating this area not only greatly enhanced its demonic power, but even its wings shimmered with a faint glow. If there were another such genuine blood feast of resentment, it might be able to reach another level.

After venting its anger, Qing flapped its wings, preparing to leave.

Because the presence of living beings has already arrived in the vicinity, and some of these presences are extremely powerful.

However, before leaving, it inexplicably glanced again at the still-warm corpse in front of it—or, more accurately, its gaze lingered on the middle-aged man.

“There seems to be a powerful force hidden in this guy’s eyes.”

As a yokai, it possesses far superior intuition compared to ordinary people. With just a fleeting glance upon arrival, it perceives things that others might easily overlook.

"Well, I have to find a flawless excuse for skipping out."

Qing muttered to himself, then flew to the lowered head of Uchiha Fugaku, raised his sharp claws and fiercely grabbed in, and after getting what he wanted, he stirred it around with his beak.

"Hmph, I can cover up my tracks too."

.......

Kakashi Hatake was the first person to arrive at Fugaku Uchiha's residence.

Because he desperately wanted to know the truth about it all:

In this matter, did the old man participate in it, and if so, what role did he play?