Naruto: This Uchiha is too innocent.

On a dark and windy night, people are killing people and setting fires.

The night was thick and dark, like ink that could not be dissolved. Only the moon hung high in the sky, casting its cold light, but it could not dispel the blood and terror that permeated the air.

Screams rose and fell, wails sounded like the cries of ghosts, bright red handprints were etched on the door frame, and corpses were laid out haphazardly on the street.

The deceased's eyes were wide open, and the look of resentment and hatred seemed to come alive.

The crows, so black, their bulging eyes spinning eerily in the darkness, created a chilling atmosphere, like an invisible net, that spread to every corner of the Uchiha clan's territory, making it hard to breathe.

Uchiha Sora stood there, stunned, staring blankly at the congealed blood on the ground. The dark red color seemed to have congealed the blood in his body as well, making him feel a chill to the bone.

He seemed completely lost in thought, standing there blankly like a soulless shell.

Those single-tomoe Sharingan eyes gleamed with an eerie blood-red light in the darkness, like the bloodthirsty eyes of a vampire.

Suddenly, he sensed something, and abruptly looked up.

On the railing, a dark figure stood like a cat, its alluring Mangekyou Sharingan slowly rotating.

Uchiha Sora was about to speak when his voice caught in his throat, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably...

Because the dark figure was carrying a head, and that head was one he knew all too well.

That was his beloved younger brother...

With a flick of his wrist, the shadowy figure sent Shisui's head rolling to his feet like a basketball. His open eyes seemed to be questioning Uchiha Sora about why he hadn't saved him.

Suffocation! I can't breathe!

Uchiha Sora gripped his own neck tightly, his lungs heaving wildly. Shisui's corpse had completely shattered his reason.

Overwhelming rage completely snapped the string of reason in his heart; he had only one thought:

kill him!

Kill the murderer who tried to kill Shisui!

Kill this killer with the Mangekyou Sharingan!

Kill...Uchiha Itachi!

The next moment, the single-tomoe Sharingan was instantly replaced by the straight-toe Mangekyou Sharingan.

A massive, solid, purple phantom appeared in the darkness, unleashing a wave of overwhelming pressure.

"Kara-ten-gu!"

Karasu Tengu ruthlessly swung his Kusanagi sword, slashing straight at Uchiha Itachi.

The latter stared calmly at the tengu, neither dodging nor resisting, letting the Kusanagi sword shatter his body.

Those alluring Mangekyou Sharingan slowly spun around. Before his death, Itachi Uchiha revealed a strange smile. Even though he had been beheaded, his lips were still moving up and down.

Uchiha Sora had clearly lost his mind, but in that instant, he regained his senses and instinctively repeated those words after Uchiha Itachi.

"You can't change anything..."

"elder brother……"

Suddenly, a mournful voice rang out. His body trembled, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His body twisted mechanically, only to meet a pair of eyes filled with bloody tears.

"Why didn't you protect me!"

Shisui's head hovered in mid-air, and the next moment his face became ferocious, a line of bloody tears flowing from his eyes, and a hoarse voice like that of a vengeful ghost roared repeatedly.

"Why didn't you protect me!"

"Why didn't you protect me!"

……

"It wasn't me! It wasn't me!" Uchiha Sora screamed in terror, backing away as he stepped on something and fell to the ground with a thud.

To his horror, he picked up the thing that had knocked him down, and it turned out to be a head!

The next moment, he looked in horror at the head in his hand that had been dead for who knows how long, and it came back to life. The head slowly turned and opened its eyes.

Uchiha Sora was struck dumb, because the head turned out to be Momonosuke's!

"Father, Father..." he murmured.

"Why...why didn't you protect me!" A heart-wrenching roar suddenly burst forth, threatening to shatter the shackles of darkness.

Momonosuke's head began to spin wildly around Uchiha Sora.

"Why didn't you protect me!"

"Why didn't you protect me!"

With each question, one head after another appeared out of thin air and began to rotate around Uchiha Sora.

There was Shisui, there was Riya, there was Fugaku, there was also Yashiro, Inahisa... The heads of all the Uchiha clan members appeared here. Without exception, they all had shocking tears of blood flowing down their faces. The scarlet liquid slid down their cheeks and dripped onto the ground, like blooming blood flowers.

These heads repeatedly murmured, "Why didn't you protect me?" The sounds intertwined, forming a powerful sonic wave that tightly enveloped Uchiha Sora, leaving him nowhere to escape.

He curled up, his hands tightly covering his head, as if that would shut out the tidal wave of questions.

"It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me..." Uchiha Sora cried with tears streaming down his face.

Suddenly, all sound vanished, followed by a chilling, mocking voice.

"You can't change anything."

click-

The whole world is like a shattered mirror...

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"Huff, huff—"

Uchiha Sora suddenly stood up, his eyes bloodshot.

Sunlight streamed through the window like romantic golden threads, dazzling his eyes, while crows cackled from the branches.

He then realized that he was drenched in sweat, and his bedding was completely soaked. He stared blankly at the scenery outside the window.

It took him a while to come to his senses. He threw off the covers, got up, and looked out the window.

Autumn has come again, golden maple leaves carpet the ground, and there is some liveliness outside. Early risers from the tribe chat leisurely in the breakfast shop, the sound of blacksmithing echoes in the streets, and Mother Liya is sweeping the yard...

"Is it a dream...?"

He murmured to himself, looking at the figure in the bronze mirror. Because of the nightmare, he looked extremely haggard, his clothes were disheveled, his hair was frizzy, and his eyes were bloodshot... He looked quite pathetic.

He stared blankly at the bronze mirror for a long time until the autumn chill seeped through his collar and he shivered. Only then did he hurriedly change his clothes, wash up, and push open the door.

The father was sipping tea in the living room, looking quite content, which had nothing to do with the grotesque scene in his dream.

"You look terrible. Did you have a nightmare?" Momonosuke glanced at Uchiha Sora, who seemed lost in thought, and said casually.

"Hmm, it was a bad nightmare." Uchiha Sora nodded slightly, sat opposite Momonosuke, and took a sip of tea.

Yeah, unsurprisingly, it tastes awful.

"Don't shoulder everything yourself; there are still us old guys here," Momonosuke said.

"It's just that the training has been too intense lately. I should be fine after a rest," Uchiha Sora explained.

"It's good that you know what's going on. By the way, you don't have any missions today. Shisui hopes you can spend the day with him." Momonosuke recalled Shisui's stare this morning and sensed Uchiha Sora.

The latter thought about it and did not refuse.

Where is Shisui now?

"The backyard, perhaps."

"I'll go take a look."

Watching his absent-minded retreating figure, Momonosuke seemed lost in thought. He took a sip of tea, and after a moment, spat the tea leaves back out.

"It seems it really was a bad nightmare," he muttered to himself.