Naruto Behind the Scenes Big Boss System

In the dark woods, the silence of the past was restored.

There are a lot of ninjas mobilized tonight. Even if itachi Uchiha said it nicely, the senior officials of Konoha will not completely believe him. These ninjas must exist. For this reason, the three generations of Hokage even handed over their direct subordinate Anbu to the regiment tonight. Tibetan mobilization.

Naturally, it is impossible for him to appear here, and he, as Hokage, "has no knowledge" of Uchiha's genocide from beginning to end.

After stepping into the clan, Uchiha Itachi glanced to the left. In the dark shadow, there were three Uchiha ninjas hiding, the first dark whistle at the entrance.

When the three ninjas saw him, they didn't make any sound. It was common for Uchiha Itachi, who was a double agent, to return at night. They had seen him many times.

But this time it was a bit strange, Uchiha Itachi did not go inward as usual, but came towards the three of them.

"Itachi..." A Uchiha ninja at the front said, but after only two words, his voice was hoarse, and the blood-red Sangou jade looked at the short blade that pierced the heart in disbelief. The blood flowed along the short blade, dripping drop by drop.

He wanted to say something, but couldn't make any sound, and at the last glance, there was only Uchiha Itachi's icy face.

boom!

The unnamed Uchiha ninja fell, so suddenly, he didn't expect it, and neither did his companions.

But being able to stay at the entrance of the clan must not be a straw bag. The moment they saw their companions fall to the ground, the other two ninjas reacted instantly.

It's a pity that they are facing Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Itachi who has already opened the kaleidoscope.

The two sides staggered, and it took only a second before and after, and there was not even the sound of the clatter of weapons. The two Uchiha ninjas fell to the ground with disbelieving expressions, each with a bloodstain on their necks, and the blood slowly overflowed.

pop... pop...

The applause sounded, and a slightly hoarse voice suddenly appeared, "It's really wonderful, the improvement of your strength makes me look at it with admiration, and pain is really the best catalyst to become stronger."

In the ripples of space, a man in black with a patterned mask appeared.

Uchiha Itachi didn't look back, he put the short blade in the scabbard behind his back, he said coldly: "According to the previous plan, we will act separately."

He said, I walked towards the center of the Uchiha clan, and along the way, his figure was like a ghost, quietly solving the Uchiha whistle one by one.

Uchiha Obito looked at his back, sneered in his mouth, and glanced at the bodies of the three Uchiha ninjas under his feet. He bent down to remove their shackles and soaked them in the nutrient solution prepared in advance.

The chains fell from his two long sleeves, and he chose a different direction from Itachi.

The night of killing... has begun.

"Weasel..."

The short blade entered the body, and Uchiha Itachi did not give the other party a chance to say the second word. This was already the eighth Uchiha ninja who died in his hands, and they were all killed with a clean knife.

He raised his head and calculated silently in his heart. The number of dark whistles at the entrance is the most, and the more you go inward, the less there is. After all, Uchiha's clansmen have also decreased a lot over the years.

"There are three more places." He calculated silently in his heart.

As long as these dark whistles can be resolved quietly, the next step will be much easier. In any case, he hopes that he can only take action tonight and let his clan die in the hands of his compatriots, which is the only thing he can do now.

On the other side 023, the place where Uchiha Obito walked was unusually quiet. He didn't specifically look for any dark whistle. Under the ability of blurring, the building did not exist for him at all, and he entered Uchiha silently. In the family's home, I don't know how many Uchiha clansmen were still in deep sleep by him being sucked into the divine power space.

The chain in his hand has not been stained with a drop of blood until now.

He would come to help, for the simple reason that he wanted these shamans, that's all.Inheriting the name of Uchiha Madara, he has gone further and further on the dark road. In his eyes, Uchiha has long been a dispensable existence. Anyway, as long as "Infinite Moon Reading" can be realized, one of his ideals. The Uchiha will still appear.

Under the blood-colored moonlight, the two figures were like death gods who harvested their souls.

In the silence, at the highest point of the Uchiha clan, a figure appeared, no one noticed him, let alone how he appeared.

He silently watched the current Uchiha, watching the once glorious clan go to the end, without any words.

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Chapter 1097 Bloody Night

The long-lost Sangou jade appeared in Xuan's eyes, and it slowly landed on the ground, still silent. ≦ Miscellaneous = Zhi = insect ≦ He was wearing a piece of clothing that he hadn’t worn for a long time today. It was the style he wore during the Warring States Period. The black Uchiha clan robes, and the fan emblem on the back was clearly visible in the moonlight.

He walked forward with no purpose, just simply walking in the clan. He turned his head. It was dark in that direction, and there were countless houses blocking his view, but in his eyes, the two sleeping Uchiha clansmen had already died.

Uchiha Obito, who was wearing a mask, didn't notice his gaze, passed through the wall silently, and went to another place.In his hand, there are six more writing wheels.

Xuan retracted his gaze and walked towards the depths.

"Farewell... Uchiha clan. You used to be the world of forbearance, but after all, you have come to an end, your minions have been broken, and you who have long been reduced to Konoha's subordinates, did you expect this day to come?" Xuan walked slowly. , and a new Uchiha tribe fell, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

Uchiha Itachi held a short blade and walked towards his home with heavy steps. Only by killing his father, who is the Uchiha patriarch, can the Uchiha clan be headless and complete tonight's task.

Xuan walked through a place and slowly stepped into the cemetery in the Uchiha clan. Here, some Uchiha seniors were buried. They did not want to enter Konoha's cemetery, so they were buried in their own clan.

He walked forward and stood in front of an old cemetery. The cemetery was overgrown with weeds for many years and had not been cleaned for a long time. It seemed that after Uchiha's situation became tense, they continued to These graves are careless.

The three hook jade slowly rotates, the name on the tombstone is Yuchiha Feng, a name that has been forgotten now, and even few people in the Uchiha family mention him.

Xuan just sat down like this, and said calmly like a small talk: "Elder Feng, I'm back, I'm back to send Uchiha the last ride. But you can't see it. When you chose to stay in Konoha, did you think about the future? There will be such a day, because it should not be, after all, Konoha at that time was full of hope, like the rising sun..."

Xuan Qing pouted, and there was a lot of small talk. Sometimes talking to a dead person is the easiest way, because the other party will only listen and will not refute you, nor can he refute you.

Since many years ago, there have been fewer and fewer people who can chat with him on an equal footing. The entire ninja world is his junior. Except for Mito and Tamamo who can chat with him in a normal manner, he is rarely interested. Talk too much to others because others can't understand.

This situation has become more serious since Madara Uchiha passed away. The death of his only friend made Xuan truly feel the vicissitudes of time.

It is not physical aging, but a spiritual change. When you watch the world become unfamiliar under your familiarity, when ninjas of your same generation and even younger generations pass away one by one, that kind of Loneliness is something young people cannot experience.

It is said that the elderly often love memories, that is because they left the best years there, and the world no longer belongs to them.