Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too tsundere

When they reappeared, they were standing on a cliff on the outskirts of Konoha. From there, they could clearly see the enormous black sphere gradually collapsing. Like a satiated beast, it had devoured everything within a radius of hundreds of meters before slowly dissipating into the night.

Only a strange circular empty space remained, silently telling the story of what had happened here.

The wind whipped up blackened dust, sweeping past the two. Shisui silently removed his mask, revealing his newly transplanted Sharingan. He gazed at the desolate, empty space.

finally......

The "Root" of Konoha, the "Darkness" of the Ninja, Shimura Danzo—utterly fallen.

"Even at the very last moment, he still believed he was righteous." Menma chuckled lightly. "Heh... to go this far on this path... he's probably the only one in the entire ninja world who has done so."

"This is... hopeless."

Silence fell between them. After a moment, Shisui spoke slowly. "...Danzo is dead."

His voice was somewhat hoarse, "The Uchiha clan members are still in [Jin's] stronghold... Besides joining [Jin], what else can I do..."

"It seems there's no other choice."

Menma turned his head. "Hmm, you won't regret it." He paused, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But I've never killed a single innocent person... Does saying that comfort you?"

Shisui gave a wry smile. "...It's alright."

He looked up, a complex emotion flashing in his Sharingan. "So, shall we head back to base now, Boss?"

This form of address made Menma pause slightly. He shook his head. "No, wait a moment. I still need to inform the Third Hokage of his old friend's death."

"Itachi will probably go too. For the sake of the Uchiha clan head and his wife... I'll go and give her another 'warning.' You wait here for me."

Shisui hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke. "Leader...about Uchiha Itachi..."

“Yeah, I know.”

Menma interrupted him, "I'll arrange for you to meet after her 'plan' is over."

He turned, his black robes drawing an arc in the moonlight. "Do with her as you see fit then."

Shisui's fists clenched unconsciously. The answer he had been waiting for so long now made his chest feel heavy. The night wind blew by, carrying the smell of scorched earth and blood. He could only nod bitterly.

A night breeze rustled through the trees. Menma had just taken a few steps to dispel the shadow clone when suddenly—

"Well!"

A violent surge of chakra disorder erupted from his body, as if needles were stabbing wildly through his meridians. He swayed violently, fell to one knee, and pressed his hand tightly against his chest. His face beneath the fox mask turned deathly pale instantly.

"leader!"

Shisui rushed forward in a flash and steadily supported Menma's swaying body. He could feel the rapid and disordered breathing coming from behind the mask.

"What's going on?" Shisui's Sharingan darted around rapidly as he warily scanned his surroundings. "Is it an enemy technique?"

Menma gritted his teeth, sensing the chaotic chakra within his body, and forcibly used his mental power to gradually bring it back on track. Several seconds later, he managed to raise his hand and make a "I'm fine" gesture.

"It's nothing...just a little...accident."

Beneath the mask, his brows were furrowed. Menma knew perfectly well what this meant—the only way for a shadow clone to cause such a violent chakra disorder was for the main body to encounter a powerful enemy.

Has the real body already clashed with Itachi Uchiha?

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"It's already very late."

A gentle night breeze blew, and after passing the last row of food stalls, Naruto and Satsuki finally arrived at the gate of the Uchiha clan's territory.

The deep red scarf the two had been sharing had been removed and neatly folded and stored in Naruto's ninja tool bag. Satsuki's ear tips still had a faint blush—although she really wanted to continue sharing that scarf with Naruto, she still had to maintain the proud image of the Uchiha clan in front of her people.

If my sister and mom see this... I'll definitely be teased again...

Thinking of this, Zuo Yue unconsciously quickened her pace.

Naruto looked up at the moonlight, then glanced into the depths of the clan's territory—according to the plan, Menma should have already completed the "fake extermination" operation.

“It’s alright,” he turned to Satsuki, “If Aunt Mikoto didn’t save you any food, I’ll take you out for a late-night snack later.”

"Mom will never forget me!" Zuo Yue retorted angrily. "It's all your fault for insisting on eating at every food stall; otherwise, we would have come back much sooner."

Unbeknownst to her, Naruto secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, we bought enough time... If Zuoyue had witnessed her clansmen being moved...

Naruto feigned helplessness. "The new limited-edition flavor of the fried meat patties is really hard to get..."

"...But the snacks were alright."

Zuo Yue turned her face away, the moonlight casting a silvery glow on her delicate profile. Her voice grew softer and softer.

"If you invite me next time... I might not be unable to go..."

Before she could finish speaking, her body suddenly froze, and she unconsciously raised her head, her eyes fixed on the telephone pole not far away.

Was there something there just now?

The telephone poles were empty, with only the whistling sound of the night wind rustling the wires. But Zuo Yue was certain that, in that instant, she saw some kind of reflection.

"What's wrong, Sasuke?" Naruto asked, leaning closer, his blue eyes shining with concern in the moonlight.

Zuo Yue slowly shook her head. "It's nothing, maybe it's just my imagination. Also, don't call me Er Zhu..."

Suddenly, her voice stopped abruptly.

Wait... The lights in the Uchiha clan compound are unusually dim, no, there are no lights at all. It's not time to sleep yet, but the entire compound is eerily quiet.

The next moment, a faint smell of rust wafted into her nostrils. It was almost imperceptible in the night breeze, and Zuo Yue didn't like this smell... Zuo Yue was still a student at the Ninja Academy and wasn't very familiar with this kind of smell.

This is the smell of blood...

Chapter 90 Freak

A chilling unease gripped Zuo Yue's heart without warning. Her body began to tremble slightly, not from the cool night breeze, but from the faint yet increasingly distinct smell of blood in the air.

The scent awakened her most primal human fears—fear of death, of loss, of unpredictable disaster.

Her fingers trembled uncontrollably as she instinctively grabbed Naruto's sleeve, the only thing she could rely on. The fabric was clutched tightly in her hand, bringing a faint sense of security.

However, reason screamed in my mind.

If... if something truly terrible happens, just as I suspect...

Naruto... should leave here immediately!

It was absolutely unacceptable to involve the most important people in potential danger. This thought was crystal clear. However, another, more primal and turbulent emotion—a tidal wave called "fear"—instantly swallowed up this glimmer of reason.

Alone in this deathly silence and blood-soaked darkness? The thought chilled her to the bone, and her knuckles turned white as she gripped her sleeve tightly.

She looked up at Naruto, her eyes filled with intense struggle. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out; she didn't know whether to order him to leave or beg him to stay.

Ultimately, all her struggles, fears, and dependencies were laid bare on her face.

Naruto saw that Satsuki's obsidian-like eyes, which were always filled with pride or anger, were now looking at him with an almost sorrowful gaze that he had never seen before.

His eyes were filled with helplessness and pleading, like a small animal shivering in a storm seeking shelter.

Naruto gently covered Sasuke's cool fingers with his palm. "It's okay. Something seems off up ahead, doesn't it? Don't be afraid, I'll stay by your side."

These comforting words were like a lifeline for Zuo Yue, who had lost all sense of security at that moment. Unusually, she didn't utter any arrogant rebuttal, but simply nodded obediently.

The two slowly made their way towards the corner of the Uchiha clan's territory, step by step. With each step closer, the sweet, metallic smell in the air grew stronger, and Satsuki's breathing became more rapid.

Finally, they turned the corner that would determine their fate.

The next moment, all the color drained from Zuo Yue's face, leaving it as pale as paper.

The cold moonlight spilled onto the street, illuminating a scene resembling hell. People dressed in the familiar Uchiha clan crest lay scattered in pools of blood in various poses.

Their necks were cleanly slit open, the fatal wounds gaping open in a gruesome manner, and each person's eye sockets were turned into empty holes from which dark red blood meandered.

These... include biological replicas made by Gold Experience, and... real corpses.

Naruto's eyes were filled with complex emotions. The truth or falsehood depended on the stance these people took in life—whether they were doves or hawks. However, the pretense that even the deceased Danzo couldn't discern was an even more terrifying reality that nine-year-old Satsuki couldn't comprehend.

"This... what is this...?" Zuo Yue's voice trembled so badly it was almost incoherent, the huge shock leaving her mind blank.

Then, the instinct for survival overwhelmed everything. She suddenly grabbed Naruto's hand tightly, no longer clutching his clothes, but interlocking her fingers as if she wanted to weld herself to his hand.

"Quick... let's go!" Without saying another word, she grabbed Naruto and stumbled as they ran wildly toward the mansion deep inside the clan.

She was breathing heavily, the cold air stinging her lungs, but she dared not stop for a moment.

Naruto didn't break free, letting her drag him through the corpse-strewn clan territory. From a rational perspective, the best course of action for Sasuke at that moment was indeed to immediately flee the clan territory and seek help in the village center.

However, for a nine-year-old child, witnessing such a horrific scene and being overwhelmed by boundless fear, the first reaction is definitely not a calm "rational analysis." Her only instinctive reaction is to find the safest and most reliable haven in the world.

Dad... Mom... Sister...

In her mind, her father, Fugaku Uchiha, was a powerful ninja, and her older sister, Itachi Uchiha, was a genius of the Anbu. She believed that once she found them, she would be safe, and everything would be alright.

It was this dependence that made her not only run towards "home" herself, but also cling tightly to Naruto—she could not leave the most important person alone in this bloody hell outside.

She is desperately clinging to what she considers the only solid thing, running towards the safe haven of her memories.

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What happened? Father and Mother...are still alive?!

Uchiha Itachi stood on the rooftop, the night wind blowing through her long hair, her crimson Mangekyou Sharingan fixed on the scene below—among the "corpses" she had created herself, Uchiha Fugaku and Mikoto lay there quietly!

Although their breathing was weak and their faces were pale, their chests were still rising and falling slightly... They were really still alive!

How can this be? !

In order to force Satsuki to awaken her Sharingan and to make her hate him enough to walk the "right" path, Itachi spared no effort.

When the mysterious leader of the "Jin" organization suddenly changed his mind and demanded that her parents be spared, her intense sense of crisis and obsession led her to unhesitatingly use her newly awakened power—"Amaterasu."

That black flame, which would not be extinguished until its target was completely consumed, was lit by her own hands. She endured the soul-wrenching grief as she watched her parents' bodies being devoured by the ominous black flames... She was certain that she had completed this "necessary" sacrifice.

But why... why are they still alive?!

"You're finally back, Uchiha Itachi."

A cold voice suddenly rang out from behind, breaking the deathly silence.

Itachi turned around abruptly, his Sharingan instantly locking onto the source of the sound—not far away, a figure wearing a fox mask stood silently in the moonlight.

Do you really have to be so absolute about things?

Without the slightest hesitation, Itachi's kaleidoscope started spinning wildly!

【Amaterasu】!

Pitch-black flames appeared out of nowhere, instantly coiling around the numb face like a leech, burning violently. However, before the pain could reach him, the numb face vanished on its own, like smoke.

It's a shadow clone!

The next moment, space distorted slightly, and another identical figure appeared in the same spot using the Flying Thunder God Technique, his tone still calm and unwavering.

"Don't be silly, my true form will not appear in front of you."

The newly appeared Menma spoke calmly, his gaze seemingly fixed on Itachi's eyes, which were streaming with bloody tears.

"I advise you to use that eye less. You should have already felt it... the price you pay for using that power."

Looking at Uchiha Itachi, whose face was pale but whose eyes were unusually stubborn, Menma shook his head. "I can't believe that a child would go to such lengths to kill his own parents..."

"And an outsider is doing everything he can to protect them. This world really is a place that breeds freaks."

Itachi Uchiha's breathing became heavy, and tears of blood streamed down her face again. She stared intently at Menma, her voice filled with anger and confusion. "Why did you do this?! This shouldn't have done you any good, [Jin]!"

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(One more chapter to come, to be uploaded in an hour)

Chapter 91 The Plan Executed at the Request

"Benefits..." Faced with Itachi's sharp questioning, Menma's voice carried an unpredictable slowness, "...who knows. Maybe it was premeditated, or maybe it was just a spur-of-the-moment thing."

This ambiguous, almost mocking attitude made Itachi feel more uneasy and angry than a direct denial.

"However, the biggest reason is probably 'dissatisfaction'."

A night breeze blew by, stirring up a few fallen leaves stained with the stench of blood.

"Just because of disappointment with a few individuals, you want to drag hundreds of innocent lives that have nothing to do with this to the underworld..." Menma's voice was full of undisguised sarcasm.