Simultaneously traversing from the beginning of the rampage in Konoha

As the stars filled the night sky, Uchiha Owl sat alone in the cool night breeze by the flowing water and covered walkway.

But neither the comfortable temperature nor the pleasant breeze could extinguish the flame of life that he himself had ignited.

Even that deadly weapon was now placed within easy reach on his right.

Is it tonight?

Feeling a hazy, unsettling heat coursing through his body, Uchiha Owl gazed up at the starry sky, waiting alone for the impending calamity.

As for Uchiha Izumi, who originally wanted to spend more time with him, she had already gone home in a huff after being teased and refused by Owl.

Perhaps it was the fact that Uchiha Owl had mentioned recovery that surprised her too much.

The usually observant Uchiha Izumi failed to notice the strand of dry, pale hair that Owl had deliberately concealed.

This pallor is naturally the most direct protest of a life on the verge of extinction.

From his previous realization when he transformed into golden light, Uchiha Owl naturally mastered the ability to overdraw his life force, or rather, burn through his lifespan.

It was only recently, due to the crude methods employed, that the flame of life was finally ignited at any cost through a series of inexperienced attempts.

Moreover, if this gaunt body hadn't been unexpectedly strong, the body's protests would never have come so uneventfully.

Uchiha Owl didn't really care about these things, but if he could relieve Izumi's worries and reduce his mental strain, that would be a great thing.

I sat cross-legged on the covered walkway with my eyes closed, feeling the immense power that came from overdrawing my life force.

As if a revolving lantern had been lit up before his death, memories chased after him and rushed into the depths of his heart.

The emptiness of the past life was too gray and bland, "ordinary" or full of hardships.

As the orphan grew up, everything in the world seemed to be criticizing him.

The good things never came near, and he never heeded their invitation.

That is why, even dying in a revenge killing seemed so peaceful.

After all, he had already taken all the revenge he needed to, and his final choice was to sever all ties with the world.

Otherwise, how could he have allowed that person to use such ridiculous martial arts to send a dagger of hatred into his heart?

Presumably, as its heartbeat ceases, the TNT buried in the villa and around the world will cause those insects a lot of trouble.

But the more one lacks something, the more one desires it, even though one never thought one would have such a cowardly longing.

But in this new life, his intelligence is limited by his frail infant body.

He finally vaguely experienced the existence of happiness, or rather, a fleeting happiness.

On her fourth birthday, amidst a torrential downpour, the devastating news arrived.

The three-tomoe Sharingan, which had only been activated for a fleeting moment at birth, shone with a blood-red radiance once more.

The grieving mother did not notice anything unusual about her son.

Uchiha Owl, awakened by his body's "cries," shut down his Sharingan and silently embraced his mother, who was slumped on the ground, speechless and numb.

The day after the devastating news, when Xiao opened his eyes, he discovered... that his mother had also disappeared.

From then on, the second incarnation of Uchiha Osamu, who had never given much of a sense of existence, became even more distant.

It's like being separated from everyone by a layer of frosted glass.

It exists in reality, yet remains vaguely unclear.

The only exception is Uchiha Izumi, who has taken care of him since he was a child.

The surging waves of memories came one after another, and my eyes swelled and ached slightly with the ups and downs of my emotions.

However, his indifferent nature always caused the Sharingan to stop its transformation at the last moment.

"Itachi, Uchiha Itachi, I'm waiting for you..."

Yes, now, all we can do is wait.

As the night deepened and the stars shone brighter, the world remained peaceful until the moon reached its zenith and the sun rose.

"Will it be today?"

Uchiha Owl opened his crimson eyes, looked at the morning glow, and sighed with slight regret.

He stood up unsteadily, walked deeper into the house, and found a huge wooden box in the room.

He violently ripped off the lid of the box and easily picked up the box containing the gleaming, broken weapons.

Back in the connecting corridor, Uchiha Owl stared blankly at his front door, swallowing the iron weapon bite by bite.

With a snap, the sun gradually rose higher, and Uchiha Owl realized that Izumi, who had truly angered him yesterday, would not come again.

Thinking of this, he suddenly stopped eating as he continued to destroy the broken pieces of the weapon.

He got up, walked to the shadows, and retrieved the hidden paper bag.

Uchiha Owl opened the bag and savored the still-unspoiled tricolor dumplings one bite at a time.

In no time, the dumplings had all disappeared.

He then once again carried the wooden box into the mechanical process of eating.

Finally, the blazing sun sank below the horizon, and the sunset quickly disappeared.

A bright, clear moon gradually ascended into the sky.

"It's today!"

The inhumanly powerful soul granted Uchiha Owl an even more terrifying level of perception.

Even without the aid of ninjutsu, he could still easily sense the unfamiliar barrier surrounding the Uchiha clan's territory.

Under the bright moonlight, Uchiha Owl stood up and stretched his stiff body.

A series of crackling sounds immediately emanated from the joints.

He easily kicked up the now even heavier, menacing axe and halberd at his feet.

Uchiha Owl raised his hand and grabbed the gun handle, walked into the courtyard, and headed towards the front door.

He casually swung the 150-pound weapon around a few times.

The grass that had grown wildly without any management for a period of time was cut into pieces by the wind.

As they approached the door, Uchiha Owl stood there quietly, waiting silently.

The distracting thoughts in my mind gradually disappeared as time went by.

Finally, although he hadn't seen him yet and the surroundings remained silent, Uchiha Owl could feel the person approaching step by step.

Looking around at this home, so simple it's almost shabby, I firmly imprint each image in my mind.

Then he lifted his foot and walked towards the door, gently tossing the murder weapon to himself, catching it and holding it at the butt of the gun, then flipping his wrist to toss it behind him.

Undisguised footsteps sounded, and the person heard the noise, cautiously stopping as if hesitant.

But Uchiha Owl's footsteps did not stop, and half of the door was slowly pushed open, gradually revealing his gaunt body.

Moonlight streamed down.

The fierce glint of the blade was hidden in the moonlight.

Uchiha Itachi, grieving after killing his father and mother, had sorrow flowing in his scarlet eyes beneath his mask.

However, when facing his own people, he raised his arm high, showing no mercy.

But it was just a simple swing of the ninja sword.

Although he also knew that he could never be careless and had to give it his all at any time.

But with so many people in the Uchiha clan, he can't just activate Tsukuyomi or Amaterasu every time and consume them without any regard, can he?

This gave Uchiha Owl the opportunity to kill at first sight.

Uchiha Owl hadn't even activated his Sharingan, and looked at the newcomer with an expression of confusion and surprise.

However, even though there was not a hint of incongruity.

Sensing an impending crisis, Itachi Uchiha abruptly changed his slashing motion.

At the same time, veins bulged on Uchiha Owl Hanzo's thin right hand, which was hidden behind the door.

The terrifying soldiers brought with them an even more terrifying howling wind.

The hard axe blade, combined with terrifying strength, smashed the courtyard wall made of wood, stone, and adobe.

The ferocious weapon slashed, or rather smashed, at the enemy before it, sending debris flying everywhere.

"Die, you blindly loyal, unfilial, heartless, and unjust beast!"