Uchiha Sasuke's worldview was greatly impacted.

If Itachi doesn't need his Sharingan at all, then what does it mean for him to say it countless times before?

If a sentence is only said once, even if there are some gaps later, the brain will automatically fill them in. But if a sentence is repeated countless times, then even the slightest gap in the sentence will be extremely clear.

Not to mention, this is something of extraordinary significance to Sasuke and is one of the most direct driving forces behind his hatred.

His lips trembled and he seemed to be struggling mentally, but in the end he said nothing.

"Can I ask why you two were fighting? The posture just now didn't look like a sparring between brothers. Your Lightning Escape is still a bit painful." Seeing that he was subconsciously avoiding it, I took the initiative to push him.

This time, Sasuke just paused for a moment before saying, "He... killed all the people in the clan, overnight."

"Why?" I asked.

"It is to test my own capacity."

"When did this happen? You all look very young."

"Eight years ago, that man was...twelve years old."

I didn't say anything, I just stood up and walked to Brother Itachi. Men on the left, women on the right, I took his left hand, like a shaman, and pretended to look at his palm.

"But judging from his fate, it doesn't seem like what you said." I touched Itachi's little hand, and my fingers slid down along Itachi's palm lines to his wrist. "Even if he is a genius, it is still unrealistic for a twelve-year-old child to want to destroy the entire clan by himself."

I glanced at Sasuke's shaky expression and added a boastful remark, "If even I can't do it, I don't think Itachi-kun is capable of it. If the facts have reached the point where the entire clan has been exterminated, then it means--"

I spoke to Sasuke in a long, very seductive tone.

His somewhat distracted mind followed my words and he spoke, "That means at least someone helped him do it."

After saying this, his eyes seemed to light up, and his brain, which had been somewhat sluggish since he woke up, started to work. "Who could it be, Xiao?"

I didn't continue to speak. Sasuke muttered to himself while thinking, "No, he joined Akatsuki after he became a traitor. There must be someone else."

Sasuke extracted information from his memory, but it was too limited. At this time, he suddenly realized that he knew too little about Itachi, so little that even the memory of his childhood had begun to fade.

He couldn't come up with a valid name or face to put in the "accomplice" position.

So he looked at me.

Well, I feel like my character has been established. When Sasuke was unaware, he already thought I was awesome.

I felt the smoother flow of chakra in my body and felt satisfied.

"Even if you look at me, I don't know the details. Because of my special background, I haven't been in contact with my clan for a long time. I know your names because Fugaku told me when he was a child what name he would give your children. And you two carry the "clan line" passed down by Fugaku. My Sharingan is very special. I can see these connections that others can't see."

Article 5 of the Gay Friend Script Manual: Don't keep imposing new settings, but deduce and deduce based on the existing settings or facts that have already been shown.

So that explains why I know them.

"The lines of fate between you two are connected, which means that, at least, you two love each other." I found this setting very useful. It allows me to talk a lot and give away spoilers without worrying about not being able to find reasons to explain.

Hey, I'm really a little genius.

"Then why did he..." Sasuke stopped here.

I suddenly asked: "By the way, where are all the "Sharingan" in the clan?"

Sasuke was stunned for a moment, as if he had never considered this question before.

"Don't you know? There should be quite a few eyes in the tribe, even if we only count those with open eyes." I pretended to think seriously, "You just said 'overnight', is there enough time to dig out and preserve so many eyes in one night? Or did he burn all the bodies of the tribe members with a fire?"

Sasuke woke up as if from a dream, and his thoughts, which had been stuck, suddenly became clear.

"No, it was a unified burial carried out by the village, and I never asked..." Sasuke recalled that when he woke up from Tsukuyomi, everything had already been settled. Over the years, he had never thought about these details, and it was even more impossible for him to dig up the graves of his tribesmen to identify their eyes.

No one had even taught him that if someone from the Uchiha clan died, especially if it was an unnatural death, the eyes had to be specially treated to prevent bleeding.

However, knowing the special nature of bloodline boundaries and having Kakashi as a living example, Sasuke must have understood in his mind that with so many pairs of eyes in the clan, it is impossible not to be coveted by others.

Sasuke even wondered in his heart whether the covetousness for these Sharingans was the root cause of all the tragedies.

Of course, as for the real "truth", Itachi-kun will naturally not be able to hide it forever.

I watched Sasuke's brain storm go on little by little. Sometimes people are more willing to believe in the facts in their own imagination, but the things they have believed in for so many years suddenly have cracks and begin to collapse. It feels like a thousand-mile dam falling into an ant hole.

I ignored Sasuke and let him go wherever he wanted, and went to see Itachi instead.

There are fine wrinkles between Itachi's eyebrows, which should be the traces left by frowning frequently.

I was a little absent-minded, thinking about the script of Touzi that my gay friend wrote for me, trying to see if there was anything that could be applied to my current self to create my character.

At least I should find a suitable reason to explain my dark skin, right?

The Uchiha clan's genes for producing beauties and cold-skinned people are too strong. Who are the darker people in Naruto?

Kirabi?

Ah... the Senju clan seems to be quite evil?

I looked at An Sir's skin. In fact, compared to Osaka Black Chicken, An Sir's skin is already healthy wheat-colored.

If you think about it carefully, the Uchiha clan's smooth hair will occasionally have some frizzy hairs, like Madara.

Sasuke, at least in his later appearances, proved that his hair could be smooth after it grew longer. But Madara-sama is different. No matter how long his hair is, it is still a frizzy hedgehog.

So is my direct reason of genetic variation credible?

"By the way, what's your name?" Sasuke's voice suddenly rang out behind me. His voice sounded much better than before, perhaps he had figured something out.

"...Zero," I swallowed the Uchiha Bourbon that almost overflowed into my mouth and turned back to look at him, "Uchiha-Zero."

I chose the name purely because the pronunciation of "零" is easier to read than "透" in my spoken language.

Also, influenced by the character Luluxiu that I watched when I was a chuunibyou, I have always thought that the name "zero" is super cool.

Now I finally have the chance to use it.

I hope that the Uchiha clan can no longer find any family tree, so as not to give others the opportunity to verify my identity or require me to continue to create a character.

"Uchiha Zero." Sasuke whispered my name once.

When I turned my gaze back, I saw Itachi's eyes were open, looking at me silently. I immediately felt the hairs on my back stand up.

It feels like you are whispering with your classmates in class, and then suddenly find your homeroom teacher is watching you.

It's not very active, but it's extremely harmful.

I calmed down and thanked him for the nth time. An-sir's skin and personality are really useful. He remained calm even when faced with a catastrophe. "You're awake, Itachi-kun."

In principle, his body should be much better than before. Sure enough, he quickly stood up by holding on to the ground. He looked at his clothes and seemed confused.

...I can't help it. I can't put Sasuke's panties on you. There is a difference in your sizes, so it's definitely not my fault that you are naked inside.

Blame your own brother, he is only sixteen years old.

After Itachi sat up, the first person he looked at was Sasuke. The two brothers looked at each other, feeling quite speechless.

I felt a little awkward sitting between them.

Hey, you two, who wants to say something?

Thirty seconds passed, one minute passed, three minutes passed, is there really no one who wants to start this?

It was as if the two brothers were competing with each other secretly; neither of them was willing to speak the first word.

The stones on the ground had been burned by Amaterasu, so I quickly raised my hand to put a few stones in. The flames grew stronger, and I chose the latter between continuing to be embarrassed and forcing a conversation.

I am no longer the person who only complained in my heart.

"I need to let you know," I put the cup in front of Itachi, "your Mangekyō Sharingan is corroding your body, and it's basically irreversible, so I took the initiative to help you take it off. This is your eye."

Compared to the person involved, Sasuke's reaction was even stronger.

"What did you say!" He finally didn't feel as awkward as before. He leaned over, looked at Itachi's intact eyes in his eye sockets, then looked at the pair in the cup. It seemed that he didn't understand what was going on for a moment.

Itachi adjusted his sitting position, and his black pupils began to turn red with the surge of chakra. The two colors mixed together like ink, and finally showed the appearance of a "Mangekyo Sharingan".

This is what Itachi's original "Mangekyo Sharingan" looked like.

He picked up the cup again to check it, and judging from the condition of the eyeball inside, it was indeed the chakra of his "Mangekyo Sharingan".

Even a smart guy like Itachi was a little confused.