Naruto: Traveling Through Time Starting with Seizing the Dragon Vein

"It went too smoothly."

A glint of light flashed in Obito's eyes.

Just as Black Zetsu's intelligence indicated, Konoha's Anbu completely withdrew from the area, without even raising a single barrier.

Those two old foxes, the Third Hokage and Danzo, really wanted to use me to completely eliminate the Uchiha clan as a threat!

“Foolish Konoha leaders, you think you are using me, but you don’t know that I am also using them.”

With this sense of superiority that looked down on everything, Obito arrived at the underground entrance of the Naka Shrine.

"crunch-"

He pushed open the heavy wooden door.

According to Black Zetsu's intelligence, Fugaku Uchiha and the clan's radical elites have all gathered here tonight, preparing to launch that ridiculous coup.

However, the atmosphere was not as tense as he had imagined, with the entire clan on high alert and preparing for a coup.

In the shrine's basement, only a few dozen "Uchiha elites" stood motionless.

The moment Obito charged in, they drew their ninja swords and rushed forward as if they were pre-programmed machines.

"Too weak... Is this the Uchiha clan that attempted a coup?"

Obito moved through the crowd like a ghost, his Kamui intangible form leaving him unharmed.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The sharp blade precisely sliced ​​through the throat and pierced the heart time and time again.

Obito skillfully dug out pairs of Sharingan eyes and threw them into the sealing scroll.

"Hmm? The feel of it..."

Every time Obito swung his sword, a strange feeling would flash through his heart.

It was as if he wasn't killing someone, but rather slicing fruit.

However, once we get our hands on those Sharingan, everything will be fine.

"It's probably Orochimaru's defection and the suppression from higher-ups that have made these guys lose their fighting spirit and become a bunch of walking corpses."

Obito cast aside his last doubts, looking at the corpses scattered on the ground and the Sharingan scrolls piled high with them, a fanatical light flashing in the single eye beneath his mask.

"The offerings for the [Limited Tsukuyomi] are enough!"

……

at the same time.

The underground core laboratory of Loulan, the Land of Wind, thousands of miles away from Konoha.

The place is brightly lit, as bright as day.

In stark contrast to the terrifying atmosphere of Konoha, where rivers of blood flowed, the air here was even filled with the aroma of coffee and popcorn.

The enormous holographic screen was divided into dozens of smaller screens, like surveillance cameras, broadcasting the "Night of the Massacre of the Konoha Clan" live from all angles without any blind spots.

"Ah... I died again. The pain feedback in this motion-synchronized mode is still a bit too high. Orochimaru-senpai, could you lower the pain level to 10% next time?"

A young man dressed in Uchiha clan attire took off the holographic helmet connected to the equipment on his head, rubbed his neck, and couldn't help but complain.

"Hehehe... This is already the lowest threshold. If there is no pain at all, your muscle contractions at the moment of death will look very unnatural."

Orochimaru, dressed in a white lab coat, was recording data in front of a row of sophisticated instruments.

Behind the young man, in the vast underground plaza, thousands of these "holographic link devices," resembling hibernation pods, were neatly arranged.

Therefore, the entire Uchiha clan—including civilians, the elderly, women and children, and even the dozens of elite guards—are all currently staying safely in Loulan!

Several days ago, Uchiha Yue, through the combined efforts of various forces, quietly carried out a "physical relocation" of the entire Uchiha clan.

Meanwhile, those left behind in Konoha were slaughtered by Obito and Itachi...

These are all "high-quality silicone dolls" mass-produced by Orochimaru using [White Zetsu spores] combined with [cloning technology]!

These White Zetsu clones not only perfectly replicated the appearance and DNA of the Uchiha clan, but even the eye sockets were implanted with Sharingan similar to those of Shin Uchiha, which Orochimaru cultivated using cloning technology.

As long as the Uchiha clan members lie in the device in Loulan, their souls can be "descended" into a clone in Konoha through Yin Release, allowing them to control their own "account" to move around Konoha, just like playing a holographic VR game.

Once the clone is killed, the network is automatically disconnected, and the original body awakens unharmed in Loulan.

"This technology is truly incredible..."

Sasuke, the otherworldly youth locked in a corner by specially made chakra handcuffs, stared at the scene on the screen, feeling as if his whole body was about to crack.

What did he see?

His family, who should have been mercilessly slaughtered tonight, is now sitting in a row in a spacious, brightly lit basement, playing an immersive virtual game called "Konoha Battle Royale" like a group of internet addicts?!

Some members of the tribe, after waking up from their hibernation pods, even exchanged "death experiences" with their companions:

"Hey, were you killed by Itachi or the masked man?"

"I was pierced through by the masked man using Wood Release. That guy is really ruthless! But I was quite cooperative when he was looting my equipment, and I even put my eye right in front of his hand."

"..."

The brain of the otherworldly Sasuke trembled violently.

Is this the night of his clan's extermination, the night he suffered for over a decade and the night that fueled his desire for revenge?!

His brother, with his hands covered in blood and burdened by endless darkness, was actually just a "leading man" in this time and space, cooperating with the entire clan in a charade.

"What? You don't think it matches your expectations?"

Uchiha Tsuki, holding a cup of black tea, walked up to Sasuke.

"I..." Sasuke opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"I need your cooperation. If you agree, I can take you to the night of the Uchiha massacre that you remember?"

What do you think, Sasuke?

Chapter 241 Stop playing house, Uchiha Tsuki!

The scene cuts back to Konoha Village.

The Uchiha clan's territory, Fugaku's residence.

Blood had stained the surrounding streets.

Wearing his Anbu uniform and holding a blood-dripping dagger, Uchiha Itachi slowly walked into his own courtyard.

According to his "agreement" with Obito, the security force and the outer perimeter were handed over to Obito, while his parents, as the clan chief, had to be dealt with by him personally.

In a dimly lit room.

Fugaku Uchiha and Mikoto Uchiha were kneeling quietly on the tatami mat with their backs to the paper door.

"Father, Mother."

Itachi's voice trembled slightly.

Even knowing that these were just two clones, and even knowing that his parents' real bodies were safely lying in their hibernation pods in Loulan, the young Itachi still felt a heavy weight in his heart as he faced the impending scene.

Is this my fate in the rest of the world?

That was quite a birth.

Itachi couldn't imagine how his counterpart in another world could have done such a thing.

"Itachi, you've arrived."

Fugaku did not turn back.

Inside the connecting pod in Loulan, Fugaku's true form, with his eyes closed, complained to his wife Mikoto through the consciousness network:

[Fugaku]: "Didn't this clone's knee joints get properly trained? Orochimaru must have cut corners! I've been kneeling here for almost half an hour, and my legs are numb."

[Mikoto]: "Alright, stop complaining. Lord Tsuki said that Obito and the Anbu's senses could be scanning over at any time, so this final act has to be as realistic as possible. This is for Sasuke's future growth."

[Fugaku]: "I know. Itachi, do it. Don't be afraid, it's just an empty shell, but remember, keep a cold expression. When Sasuke comes in, you have to really provoke him!"

Mikoto: "But fate is really cruel, sending Itachi to kill us..."

Inside his room in Konoha, Fugaku took a deep breath and slowly spoke:

"Itachi... don't be afraid, this is the path you have chosen."

"Our pain lasts only a moment... but you must bear this sin and walk on in the darkness..."

"We...are proud of you."

Hearing these lines, which sounded like they'd been rehearsed countless times, Itachi suppressed his inner turmoil and raised the short sword in his hand.

"Sorry……"

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two dull thuds of sharp blades piercing flesh rang out.

At that moment, both Fugaku and Mikoto's clones fell into pools of blood.

Just then.

"Brother...Father...Mother?"

Outside the paper door, Sasuke, who had just finished school at the ninja academy and was late coming home because he was playing, stood blankly in the corridor.

He was also carrying a bag of meatballs that he wanted to share with his brother.

However, what came into view was blood everywhere, his brother holding a sharp knife with his back to him, and his parents lying in a pool of blood, their fate unknown!

"No...you're kidding, right..."

Sasuke's legs went weak instantly, and he collapsed to the ground, the dango in his hand scattering everywhere.

Itachi slowly turned around.

Under the blood-red moonlight, his originally jet-black eyes instantly transformed into crimson Mangekyou Sharingan.

According to the script, he had to shatter all of Sasuke's naivety at this moment!

“Foolish little brother…”