"It's a fine eye," Uchiha Obito remarks, towering over a young Uchiha girl as he casually deflects her attack with a flick of his finger.
The girl—Uchiha Izumi—is an extraordinary beauty in a purple cheongsam. She has long midnight-black hair, wears wrist guards, and a single teardrop beauty mark beneath her right eye. Gasping for breath, clutching a kunai, her crimson triple‑tomoe Sharingan whirls in fury at Obito. Around her lie dead clan members, including her mother, Uchiha Hazuki.
Izumi's three‑tomoe eyes spin, and despite her reluctance to use her dōjutsu, the pain of losing her only parent drives her to unleash her power. But she's vastly outmatched by Obito's skill and chakra.
"You can't win," Obito sneers.
Her Sharingan, powerful as it may be, offers no defense—or offense—against him. In one motion, he fells her with a mere finger strike.
Within the Uchiha, a fully‑activated Sharingan elevates one to jōnin‑level power—everyone trains around it. Yet that very strength is also their downfall: they rely too heavily on their bloodline power and neglect fundamentals. Below the Mangekyō, all Sharingan-tier eyes fall flat. Power scales coldly: Mangekyō ≫ Triple‑Tomoe, and so on. As the saying goes: "Under the Mangekyō, all are insects."
Izumi lies injured, blood trickling from her lips, hatred glinting in her eyes as she stares at the mask‑clad invader—knowing she can't defeat him, but unwilling to retreat. Behind him stand Uchiha children—infants and toddlers—huddled, watching through the shelter's gate with terror in their eyes.
She had wished she'd trained harder, if only to hurt him.
"Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!"
She releases a massive fireball… but it passes harmlessly through Obito as if he's not there. He reappears before her like a ghost, clamping his hand over her throat. She chokes, her face twisting in agony, yet her eyes never leave Obito's mask.
"Itachi won't let this stand," she croaks.
Obito pauses—but only slightly, loosening his hold just enough for her to break free and slash desperately at him. His body flickers and she slashes air. She stumbles aside, buying time to recover.
"You mean… Uchiha Itachi?" Obito asks with curiosity.
Izumi coughs from pain but nods, moving her neck where his fingers were.
"He'll arrive soon," she insists. "He's our clan's greatest. He'll defeat you."
Obito chuckles cruelly.
"Itachi… Itachi…" he murmurs. She sees that he's amused.
"You think he came for you? That he'll save you from me? No."
He turns fully to face her, voice dripping mockery:
"The one who invited me… is Itachi himself."
"He came to destroy everything… to destroy the Uchiha."
"Itachi is the mastermind behind this."
"Was hoping you'd save yourself? A genius of the clan? How sweet. How ironic."
Izumi trembles. Broken by his words. She closes her eyes and steels herself:
"That… isn't true. You're lying!"
She knows Itachi—her childhood friend, her gentle confidante. He would never betray their family.
"He lying?" Obito snorts.
"Guess your connection to him is deeper than friendship."
Indeed. Izumi and Itachi were childhood sweethearts.
"That's why he sent me here," Obito says, unveiling a cruel smile:
"To spare his own hands—your killer is him."
"To spare himself from killing his lover."
"Which is it? Kindness… or cruelty?"
"You tell me, Itachi."
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