Chapter 64: Cracks in the Sky
Quiet…
A suffocating silence fell over the land of the Uchiha clan.
Under the bright moonlight, something impossible happened—the very air began to fracture.
Like a mirror breaking apart, the space over the Uchiha district shattered into countless glowing cracks.
What… is this?
Everyone froze.
No one had expected this.
The air itself… breaking?
"What's going on?"
"Why is the air cracking? This doesn't look like any known ninjutsu…"
"It's over! We've been exposed! The Uchiha must have noticed something!"
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Under the moon's cold gaze, Root shinobi who had infiltrated the Uchiha clan to carry out the purge were now filled with visible dread. They, who prided themselves on information and control, were completely clueless about what was happening.
Meanwhile—
"W-what the hell?! Why is the air breaking apart…"
"Something's off. I'm sensing foreign chakra all around…"
"Oh no. Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!"
Uchiha perceptive ninjas were the first to react.
And what they sensed made their skin crawl.
There were unfamiliar chakra signatures—dozens, maybe hundreds—hidden all around the district.
There was no need to guess. This was a home invasion. A full-scale attack.
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Despite years of being politically suppressed and isolated by the Konoha elders, the Uchiha clan had never truly lost their strength or vigilance.
Almost instantly, trained Uchiha shinobi burst into action. With their Sharingan activated, they raced toward the central square, preparing for battle.
The civilians, too, responded with trained precision, slipping into a network of underground tunnels—shelters they had quietly prepared long ago for such a day.
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"Tch. Forget these damn cracks—attack!"
One Root shinobi hiding in the shadows growled in frustration. "Kill every Uchiha—civilian or shinobi. No survivors. No mercy."
So much for stealth.
The advantage of a surprise attack was lost. And when attacking a powerful clan like the Uchiha, surprise was half the victory.
Now, they had to face the Uchiha head-on.
Swish! Swish!
One by one, Root shinobi emerged from hiding—on rooftops, in alleyways, from underground—and charged straight at the nearest Uchiha ninjas, weapons flashing under the moonlight.
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"Ninjas from Root?! Damn the Konoha high-ups! They really want to wipe us out!"
An elite Uchiha from the Garrison Force roared in fury. His Sharingan spun into a red three-tomoe pattern, and his grip on the kunai tightened.
"We fight!"
"If we die—we die fighting Root!"
"Let's take Konoha Village down with us!"
Madness erupted.
The Uchiha were no strangers to injustice, but this—this was betrayal beyond redemption.
Some among them, long harboring resentment toward the village leadership, now released that anger in full force. Their Sharingan activated without hesitation, igniting the battlefield with fury.
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But just as the war was about to erupt…
Screeeeech—
A chilling scream tore through the air.
One Root ninja had collided with one of the strange cracks—and his body shattered instantly, turned into a mist of blood.
He didn't even have time to perform a hand sign.
"Get back!"
BOOM!!
Without warning, the sky erupted in explosions.
Those glowing cracks—they moved.
Under countless stunned gazes, the cracks surged forward—targeting the Root shinobi with frightening precision.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dozens of them exploded before they even understood what was happening, their bodies vanishing into clouds of red mist.
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"Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!"
"Wind Blade!"
"Mystic Insect Clone!"
"Shadow Clone Technique!"
Reacting quickly, the surviving Root ninjas launched counterattacks, hands flashing through seals.
But…
Boom! Boom!
Their jutsu never landed.
The cracks tore through fire, wind, insects, and clones alike—detonating all of it in an instant. Even Shadow Clones didn't escape—the cracks knew who the real body was.
"What the hell is this?!"
Terror finally seeped into the cold hearts of the Root operatives.
This wasn't a technique. This was something else. Something impossible.
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Meanwhile – Uchiha Fugaku's Residence
In the central district, Uchiha Fugaku and Mikoto stood in stunned silence.
Uchiha Itachi—or rather, Uchiha Yuta, now wearing his ANBU mask—watched as the short blade in his hand shattered the moment it touched the edge of a floating rift.
"…What…?"
Even Yuta, who was prepared to bear the weight of betrayal and blood, was confused.
He turned to his parents in disbelief.
The unspoken question was clear: What jutsu is this? Is this the Uchiha clan's trump card?
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But Fugaku and Mikoto looked just as baffled.
"I've never seen anything like this…" Mikoto whispered.
"It doesn't belong to the clan," Fugaku said grimly.
More cracks appeared, controlled—somehow—by a voice they had heard just moments ago.
"Wait," Fugaku suddenly muttered. "That voice… it sounded familiar…"
He frowned, trying to recall. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't quite place it.
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Either way, it didn't matter now.
They weren't dead yet.
After a moment's thought, Fugaku straightened up and gave a decisive order.
"Mikoto, take Sasuke and head to the underground shelter."
"I'll remain here—as the clan head."
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"I…"
Uchiha Yuta stood frozen.
His resolve cracked.
What is happening?
Why is my father still alive?
Why is the plan collapsing like this?
He had been ready to sacrifice everything—to shoulder the sins of the clan for the sake of peace.
But now?
Now even that path was shattered—like the sky above.
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