Simultaneously traversing from the beginning of the rampage in Konoha

The blazing sun hangs high, and the scorching summer wind makes the cicadas chirp incessantly, which also disturbs people's minds.

In a remote corner of Konoha, the Land of Fire, lies the territory of the Uchiha clan.

The already unbearable heat was amplified by the increasingly tense atmosphere, making it even more agonizing.

In a residence that is slightly more refined than the surrounding area.

The eight-year-old child expressionlessly stuffed the candies in his hand into his mouth one by one.

The extremely dry and hard candy made a crunching sound as it was crushed by teeth.

The crisp sound was like iron being constantly broken and ground.

As for the scorching heat, it appeared rather eerie and profound amidst the shadows of closed doors and windows, the jarring bangs, and the sounds of swallowing.

Uchiha Owl was already used to this, and his exceptionally thin arm continued to swing as he grabbed something from the iron bowl beside him.

"The atmosphere within the clan is too tense; time is probably running out..."

"Perhaps in the next few days."

With a careless whisper, Uchiha Owl had no reservations whatsoever, completely unafraid that anyone might overhear his inexplicable remark.

After all, at this time, Root did not dare to and could not penetrate deep into the Uchiha clan territory.

Moreover, even ordinary members of the clan already had a vague premonition.

Even if this gets out, no one will care. At most, they might cautiously agree with it and wait for the final result.

After all, the Uchiha clan had longed for the position of Hokage!

However, Uchiha Owl's worries were completely opposite to what they thought.

"Uchiha, Itachi..."

Uchiha Owl frowned, unable to understand why anyone could have such a twisted mind.

But no matter how much you think about it, it won't make a difference.

All dissatisfaction and resentment are nothing but a piece of waste paper in the face of absolute strength, easily punctured.

And he, Uchiha Owl, was that worthless piece of paper.

Not to mention stopping him, he didn't even have the ability to protect himself.

They have neither a kaleidoscope nor even a healthy body.

Not to mention, escaping the village was an even more unattainable dream.

Although Danzo did not want to escalate the conflict with the Uchiha clan at this time, he still managed to easily have Root monitor every Uchiha who left the clan's territory.

As for warning the clan members to be wary of Itachi Uchiha's betrayal?

What's the point then?

No one would unconditionally believe the ravings of an eight-year-old sickly child.

Who could have imagined that the strongest fighter in the Uchiha clan at this time would choose this extremely twisted path?

At this critical moment concerning the survival of the entire clan.

Instead of standing on the same side, Itachi Uchiha did not even stand idly by; instead, he chose to turn his sword against his own people!

Although overthinking is pointless, a jumble of thoughts keeps popping up. Between life and death, who can remain calm and composed?

Amidst the crunching sounds of chewing, Uchiha Owl coldly pondered a way to break the deadlock.

Just then, the creaking sound of the door being pushed open suddenly rang out.

In an instant, two scarlet rays of light shone faintly through the strands of hair that were hanging down.

"Little Owl, I brought you three-colored dumplings."

The pretty, youthful girl withdrew her long legs and strode across the gate of Uchiha Owl's house.

With his left hand he was carrying a full paper bag, and his right hand was not idle either, holding a wooden stick with only one grass-green dumpling left.

"It's Sister Quan."

Her long, smooth, jet-black hair was casually draped over her shoulders but didn't look messy.

Her eyebrows were arched, and her dark eyes shone like carved obsidian. The beauty mark under her right eye made her look even more charming.

Unfortunately, the Konoha headband was still tied around her forehead, covering her smooth forehead.

Upon seeing the newcomer's appearance, Uchiha Owl's Sharingan instantly shut down, turning into a deep, dark black, and he responded weakly.

"Little Owl, you're eating this stuff again!"

Uchiha Izumi stepped into the front yard, still unable to detect that Owl had activated his Sharingan.

All that could be seen was the iron bowl beside Xiao, which was already mostly empty.

After hurriedly biting into the last dumpling, Uchiha Izumi quickly walked to Owl's side and sat down on the corridor floor next to him.

Izumi placed the full paper bag on the floor, and under Uchiha Osamu's helpless gaze, she raised her hand and gently stroked his cheek.

"Xiao Xiao, you seem to have lost even more weight!"

Looking at Uchiha Osamu's gaunt face, which was only slightly better than skin and bones, Izumi Uchiha was filled with worry.

After all, when I saw Xiao yesterday, his face wasn't so sunken.

Although the changes were few, they were enough to cause Uchiha Izumi worry and distress.

"Don't worry, Sister Quan, I know my own body."

Uchiha Owl swallowed the iron slag in his mouth and gently placed the iron pellet he was holding back into the bowl.

Then, with practiced ease, he opened the paper bag and took out a string of three-colored dumplings.

"Xiao Xiao, are you really alright?"

Although this is how I've spent the years, I shouldn't be surprised.

However, Uchiha Owl's increasingly emaciated body still made it difficult for Izumi to let go of her worries.

"Don't worry, Sister Quan, my health problem will be completely resolved in a few days at most."

After quickly finishing the three-colored dumplings in his hand, Uchiha Owl picked up another string of dumplings and smiled weakly but firmly.

Seeing the worried yet doting expression on Uchiha Izumi's face, Owl finally made up his mind.

Since we can't escape, can't run away, and can't fight back.

Since we are destined to be crushed by the wheel of fate.

So Uchiha Owl had no choice but to fight with all his might and do everything he could to drag Uchiha Itachi down to hell.

"Really, Little Owl? That's fantastic!"

Uchiha Izumi didn't notice the strangeness in Owl's eyes; she only felt trust in him and the joy of his recovery.

"This is great news! I'll go tell Mother. Little Owl, remember to finish all the dumplings, don't leave any!"

Uchiha Izumi squinted her big, bright eyes and chuckled as she raised her hand and tapped Owl's forehead.

Then, like a gust of wind, he walked out of Uchiha Owl's house, closing the door behind him.

As Owl watched Uchiha Izumi walk away, the slight upturn of his lips slowly faded.

"Sister Quan, I'm sorry, I lied this time!"

Uchiha Owl silently apologized without making a sound.

The wooden stick containing the remaining dumpling was placed into the half-empty paper bag.

He gently pushed the paper bag away and continued to grab the iron bowl, stuffing handfuls of iron pellets into his mouth.

In no time, the iron balls disappeared completely, and Uchiha Owl picked up the iron bowl, which was as big as two heads, and ate it in large chunks.

In just two or three minutes, the huge iron bowl had disappeared.

Then, Uchiha Owl, whose face had regained a little color, walked into the living room and lifted the wooden cover that blended seamlessly with the surrounding floor.

His thin, weak right arm reached into the cave and pulled out a dozen or so strange explosive tags.

Ten unique, golden talismans were placed beside Uchiha Owl, while he also held three ordinary talismans with white backgrounds, red borders, and black characters.

Then, strands of golden light, visible to the naked eye, emerged from Uchiha Owl's right hand and flowed continuously into the explosive tags.

In an instant, the talisman was completely dyed a brilliant gold by the radiance.

As a result, Uchiha Owl's cheeks, which had just regained their rosy hue, turned pale again.

At the same time, he was breathing heavily, and a dim darkness appeared before his eyes.

Half a day later, just as Uchiha Owl had recovered slightly and was about to pick up the ten golden explosive tags,

A thunderous sound, like the pounding of a heart, echoed from the void...

The sound was deafening!