He had once protected Konoha.
He had once protected his younger brother.
For those ideals, Uchiha Itachi had carried the sin of slaughtering his own clan.
He bore the hatred of the entire village. He became a traitor, a Missing-nin, a monster in the eyes of those he had once sworn to defend.
He could accept all of that—every curse, every lie, every sacrifice.
But not Sasuke.
Anyone who dared to harm his little brother… Itachi would never forgive.
His gaze turned cold and bloodthirsty.
"Danzo…" His voice trembled with restrained fury. "Konoha… no longer deserves to exist."
Danzo's lone eye narrowed, his face twisting into mock anger. "What are you saying? Don't forget, Uchiha Itachi—you are a shinobi of Konoha!"
Itachi's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Do Missing-nin count as Konoha shinobi?"
"You—!"
Danzo faltered. He had no answer. His words held no power against the weight of Itachi's truth.
But deep down, he sneered.
Perfect. Let your rage devour you, Itachi. Let the village see the demon you've become.
The thought had barely formed when Itachi's hand flickered.
A flash of steel.
Danzo's eyes widened as a kunai pierced through his throat. Blood gushed out, staining the tatami mats red.
For a moment, he was stunned. What a convincing genjutsu… he thought grimly. As expected of the Uchiha prodigy.
The illusion shattered. Danzo's body dissolved into smoke as he leapt backward, bursting through the wall into the streets outside.
Dozens of crows erupted from the shadows, their wings beating like thunder.
Danzo's neck was unmarked—the wound had never been real.
"Itachi…" Danzo hissed under his breath.
From behind him, Itachi's voice echoed coldly, his Sharingan burning in the gloom.
"You people… are beyond redemption."
He thought of Sasuke—of that child who had once clung to his back, smiling.
Now, that same child was likely in Orochimaru's lair, treated as nothing more than a vessel… or an experiment.
The rage that followed was like an inferno. Itachi's chakra surged violently, his killing intent spreading through the streets.
Flames erupted—roaring pillars of fire that consumed entire houses in seconds.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The night sky over Konoha lit up in crimson.
Alarmed shouts echoed through the streets.
"An enemy attack! Who's causing this?!"
"Is he insane—fighting inside Konoha!?"
The first shinobi on the scene barely had time to react before Itachi's kunai flashed.
One heartbeat later, the Genin's body fell lifeless to the ground.
Within moments, the Anbu were on the move—three full squads converging on the scene.
Danzo, meanwhile, had already melted back into the shadows, a ghost watching his own chaos unfold.
"Good," he muttered darkly. "Let them see, Itachi. Let Konoha drown in the flames you lit."
He turned and disappeared into the night.
Itachi stood amid the burning streets, the Uchiha crest on his cloak glinting faintly under the firelight.
He knew Danzo was watching. He knew he was being used.
But he didn't care.
Let them all pay.
For Sasuke.
For the clan.
For every lie that had built this rotting village.
At that moment, Kisame Hoshigaki, far from the village, paused mid-stride as he felt the faint tremor of chakra.
He looked toward the distant horizon—toward Konoha.
That chakra… Itachi?
He could almost feel the heat of those flames.
What are you doing, partner…?
Within Konoha, Jonin had already gathered. Kakashi Hatake stepped into the street, flanked by Asuma Sarutobi and Kurenai Yuhi.
Before them stood Itachi, his Mangekyō Sharingan spinning slowly in the firelight.
Kakashi narrowed his eye. "Uchiha Itachi… You really came back."
Itachi's answer was silence. Then—
Amaterasu!
Black flames erupted instantly, spreading like living shadows. Houses, stone walls, and even the air itself seemed to burn under the inextinguishable fire.
Kakashi and the others retreated at once, their faces grim.
"That's…" Kurenai gasped.
"The Amaterasu…!"
"What's going on?" Asuma demanded. "Why is Itachi attacking the village!?"
Kakashi said nothing. His instincts screamed danger.
He charged forward, lightning sparking in his palm.
"Chidori!"
He struck from above—but the instant his gaze met Itachi's, the world twisted.
Blood-red skies.
Crucified bodies.
Endless pain.
Tsukuyomi.
Kakashi's scream never left his throat. He fell from midair, unconscious before he hit the ground.
One strike. Instant defeat.
Asuma caught him mid-fall, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Kakashi!"
He looked up at Itachi—whose gaze now glowed with a manic, hollow fury.
"Konoha shinobi… all of you…" Itachi whispered.
"Die."
Above them, a flock of white doves scattered through the smoke-choked air, carrying the sounds of chaos across the village.
At Konoha Hospital, Jiraiya froze as the explosions echoed through the night.
"What in the hell is going on out there?" he muttered, eyes narrowing.
The sky burned. The smell of blood and smoke filled the air. And amidst the orange glow, flickers of black flame consumed everything in their path.
Jiraiya's expression darkened.
"Those flames… could it be—?"
Before he could finish the thought, an Anbu shinobi appeared before him, kneeling in haste.
"Lord Jiraiya! Urgent news! Uchiha Itachi has appeared in Konoha! He's attacking our forces—Lord Kakashi is unconscious, Lord Asuma is gravely injured, and several Jonin are down! Please, we need your command!"
Jiraiya's face hardened, the weight of the situation settling in.
Itachi Uchiha… back in Konoha.
The storm had begun.
Before the Anbu operative could even finish his report, Jiraiya burst through the window in a blur of motion, disappearing into the night sky.
Tsunade's surgery was still underway — Hiruzen's life hung by a thread — but now, the entire village was under attack.
Konoha needed him.
If even Kakashi and the other Jōnin had been defeated, the situation was far beyond ordinary.
Jiraiya couldn't afford to hesitate.
As he vanished into the distance, the Anbu turned his masked face toward the operating room.
Behind the mask, the corners of his lips curved upward — a faint, strange smile.
High above the rooftops, Jiraiya sped through the air, his white hair whipping in the wind. The sounds of battle grew louder — crackling fire, collapsing walls, screams.
When he finally arrived, he saw it:
Uchiha Itachi, his Sharingan blazing, standing amid chaos — black flames and blood surrounding him. Konoha shinobi were falling one after another under his gaze.
"Damn it…" Jiraiya muttered under his breath.
He had no time to think.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"
He inhaled deeply and exhaled a massive surge of blazing chakra.
A roaring inferno shot forward, swallowing the street in front of him.
The firestorm crashed toward Itachi like a meteor — scorching heat melting the air itself.
Itachi turned just as the flames bore down on him.
But then—
A rushing sound like a waterfall erupted from behind him.
"Water Release: Exploding Water Colliding Wave!"
A torrent of water burst forth, crashing head-on with the Great Fireball.
Boom!
The collision sent steam billowing into the sky, engulfing the battlefield in a dense white fog.
Jiraiya skidded backward, eyes narrowing.
"That chakra flow… that's not Itachi's. So there's another one."
A low, amused chuckle came from within the mist.
"Heh… what a big catch this is."
The fog cleared.
A tall, shark-like man emerged, his skin blue and gills visible along his cheek. On his back rested a massive, bandaged sword that seemed almost alive — Samehada.
"The Legendary Sannin, Jiraiya," Kisame said with a toothy grin.
"This is my first time fighting prey of this level. You really do live up to your reputation, Mister Itachi — the village sent a legend after us!"
The surrounding Konoha shinobi instinctively fell back.
"There's another one!" one of them shouted.
An intelligence officer's voice rang out: "That sword— it's Samehada, one of the Seven Ninja Swords of the Hidden Mist! That man… he's Kisame Hoshigaki, the rogue ninja of Kirigakure!"
A collective murmur of dread spread through the ranks.
Two S-rank Missing-nin — one from Konoha, one from the Mist — fighting side by side.
"What's going on here…?"
Jiraiya's expression hardened. "So, Itachi Uchiha… you've teamed up with Akatsuki."
Itachi's face was calm — too calm. His voice carried neither anger nor emotion.
"Jiraiya of the Sannin. You shouldn't have come."
He took a slow step forward, the air around him distorting as his chakra surged.
"Since you're here… then stay."
His Sharingan spun, transforming into the pattern of a three-pronged pinwheel.
Amaterasu.
Instantly, black flames ignited in the air, spreading toward Jiraiya with unstoppable speed.
The Sannin reacted in a flash, leaping high as the cursed fire devoured the ground where he had stood.
The entire building behind him erupted into black flames, reduced to cinders within seconds.
The fire crawled along the walls, refusing to die.
Jiraiya landed on a nearby rooftop, eyes narrowed.
Black flames that burn everything they touch… so that's the Mangekyō Sharingan's power.
The heat was unbearable even from a distance.
Below, Kisame's grin widened.
"Samehada's hungry," he said, resting his blade on his shoulder. "How about we carve up a Sannin tonight?"
"Don't get ahead of yourself," Jiraiya replied coldly. "I'm not in the mood for jokes."
Chakra began to surge violently around him — thick, wild, and overwhelming.
"Toad Summoning Technique!"
A thunderous puff of smoke filled the street as a massive toad with a pipe in its mouth and a scar over its eye appeared beside him.
"Yo, Jiraiya," Gamabunta rumbled, looking down at the destruction. "You pick a fight every time you come home?"
"It's not me this time," Jiraiya said, glaring at Itachi and Kisame. "It's them."
Gamabunta's gaze sharpened. "Tch… then they've got a death wish."
From a distance, Danzo watched silently from the shadows, the chaos reflected in his single eye.
"Itachi… you've played your part well," he whispered.
"Now let's see how far Konoha falls."
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