"We'll deal with the trauma later," Akuma said, spinning his Mangekyō like he was tuning a cursed radio."For now… let's put on a little show."
The corners of his mouth curled into that signature smile of his—part charming, part homicidal.
"Hachisen no Yari! Eight Thousand Spears!"
CLANG!
The Yin chakra of his Mangekyō blasted from his eyes like he'd just activated a ninja brain-router. Within seconds, the nine Uchiha were frozen on their branches, faces saying, "What the hell is happening and why can't I move a single eyebrow?"
"What the hell is this!?" Tamao groaned, paralyzed like a very decorative statue.
"I—I can't move…! This is a Mangekyō Genjutsu!" Nanfū shouted, wide-eyed and probably slightly damp below the belt.
All their eyes began turning deep scarlet, a familiar pattern blooming inside—matching Akuma's. Like someone had installed Windows Mangekyō: Slave Edition.
"Oh yeah," Akuma said casually, like talking about the weather. "It's a pretty simple technique: I look, I mark, and bam… I control your chakra, your thoughts, your impulses…"
Perfect for manipulating enemies, exes, or annoying subordinates.
The effect was immediate. They were all under his control, like a bunch of silent puppets.
Akuma, meanwhile, massaged his temples. His chakra was down to 10%, his eyes were burning, and he felt like someone was cutting onions directly into his soul.
"Mental note: never use this more than five times without chakra Gatorade," he muttered.
Wasting no time, he used his new mental control to make the nine follow him in a line, like well-trained ducklings.
Meanwhile, he left behind a shadow clone headed back to the Uchiha district—just in case.
Their destination was a cliff at the edge of Konoha, offering a postcard-perfect view of the Uchiha zone… well, bloody postcard.
Akuma sat at the edge, stabbed his sword into the ground, and said,"Don't blink."
The nine stood behind him like museum statues, staring out at the scenery with zero understanding of what was going on.
Izumi and Nanfū were still in shock.
"All this... just to get the Mangekyō?" Nanfū asked, clinging to what little logic he had left.
"Mangekyō?" Akuma snorted. "You think I did all this just for some pretty eyes? This goes deeper… Though, I gotta admit—the patterns are gorgeous."
"Akuma… even if you have the Mangekyō... Fugaku and Itachi are going to cut you in half!" Nanfū shouted.
"Fugaku? Itachi?" Akuma repeated, looking lazily at the sky."Oh, kids… if only you knew what's coming…"
Meanwhile, back in the Uchiha district…
A masked figure moved across the rooftops like a tax-dodging shadow.
"Looks like a rat escaped… and someone else in the clan is starting to suspect the plan," said the masked man in his best movie-trailer voice.
Beside him, Itachi Uchiha was sharpening his sword, eyes distant.
Ready to betray, to kill, to suffer, and to earn twenty years of emotional damage.
"Let's go," said the masked man. They vanished into the alleys like smoke off a grill.
Elsewhere in the clan, a small boy saw him.
"Big brother Itachi! Come quick! Mom made rice cakes!"
The boy grabbed his hand, smiling.
Itachi looked at him silently, pulled on his ANBU mask…
And entered the house with his sword drawn.
CRASH. Screams. Silence.
Crows took flight into the night sky.
And the Uchiha district shook beneath the weight of its own blood.
Back on the cliff…
"Did you hear that?" Akuma asked, without turning around.
The nine looked toward the district.
Screams. Flickering lights. Shadows darting house to house.
A dark figure jumped from rooftop to rooftop, leaving behind the unmistakable sound of steel and terror.
"They're attacking us! They're killing everyone!" Tamao shouted.
"You had an accomplice!" Nanfū accused, pale as fresh parchment.
Izumi trembled.
"It's… it's him… It's Itachi," she whispered, eyes filled with tears.
"Correct," Akuma said dryly. "While you were all so focused on me… the real show began with that prodigy you admire so much."
Everyone froze, this time from fear.
"No… No way! That's impossible!" several of them cried.
"Of course it's possible!" Tamao yelled. "That guy was always weird! Quiet, mysterious, with that 'I'll stab you but make it poetic' face!"
"My family's still down there…" one of the officers sobbed.
Just then, a new notification popped into Akuma's mind:
Main Mission: Night of the GenocideOptions:
Kill the remaining Uchiha.
Escape successfully from Konoha.Reward: Steal another Mangekyō and acquire its ability.
Akuma sighed.
"Well… I have great taste, but not enough guts to fight Itachi and Obito with 10% chakra and a Tupperware full of eyeballs."
Selected: Option 2 – Escape.
He turned. Looked at the forest. The border. His way out.
"With luck, I'll borrow another Mangekyō later," he said, smiling.
"Captain…" Izumi mumbled, voice cracked. "Why did you do all this?"
Akuma shrugged.
"For the same reason Itachi's doing it.Because in this world, you either dance to the tune of power……or you end up like those who can no longer see or dance at all."
And just like that, he gave his body the order to vanish into the trees.
The moon, a silent witness, watched him go with a melancholy glow.