Kuzo lowered his head, gazing at his new moon-white attire, a faint smile curling on his lips.
Although he had achieved the Hollow transformation effortlessly, it wasn't something that could be mastered easily by an ordinary Shinigami. Typically, a Shinigami would need to endure the backlash caused by the virtual soul within their body and overcome the instability caused by the Hollow's influence.
However, Kuzo had bypassed these difficulties.
The Hollow power granted by the system was perfectly fused with the virtual soul from the very beginning. All Kuzo had to do was become familiar with this new power.
The secret training he had undergone over the past few months had been the perfect process to help him familiarize himself with this transformation. Now, Kuzo could seamlessly switch between his Shinigami and Hollow forms. At this moment, a perfect balance had been reached.
Kuzo looked up at the cold moon hanging high in the sky and muttered to himself, "It's almost time. It should begin."
He raised his hand, releasing Reiatsu, and with practiced ease, opened the Black Hole again.
Then, he stepped inside.
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Meanwhile, on the other side...
In Konoha Village, on the back mountain of the Uchiha mansion, two mysterious figures met in silence.
"You're here, Itachi," the masked man spoke quietly, his blood-red Sharingan glowing eerily under the pale moonlight.
Uchiha Itachi stood in front of him, lowering his eyes slightly. After a long moment of silence, he spoke coldly.
"Let's begin."
His voice was calm, almost eerily so.
The masked man let out a low laugh, then moved to Itachi's side.
"So, just like before," the masked man said, "I'll handle the members of the Uchiha garrison. Leave the rest to you. Once everything is done, we meet at the agreed location. Understood?"
Itachi didn't respond. Instead, he turned and jumped into the night, disappearing without a word.
His silence spoke volumes.
The masked man's eyes flickered, and a smile crossed his face.
"Ah… for Konoha, are you really willing to do this?"
"Truly," he muttered, "this is the so-called 'Will of Fire'."
With those words, the masked man disappeared into a whirlpool of darkness.
From that moment on, the Uchiha clan's fate had been sealed.
By the end of tonight, except for Uchiha Sasuke, not a single member of the Uchiha clan would survive in Konoha.
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Back at the Uchiha residence, everything was calm, just as it was every night.
Most of the members of Konoha's security force were stationed at the camp, and the majority of the clan had already gone to bed. Only a few important positions were still guarded.
At that moment, atop a telephone pole, a black figure suddenly appeared.
Dressed in a gray Konoha Anbu uniform with a long knife strapped to his back, the figure wore a mask, though his red eyes were still visible, a clear sign of his Uchiha heritage.
The figure silently observed the Uchiha mansion from the darkness. This was a place he had called home for many years, a place filled with memories. Every brick and tile here held pieces of his past.
But now, he knew that it was time to sever those ties.
"Huh?! Who's there?!"
A guard from the security team noticed the figure and immediately called out.
However, upon seeing the figure more closely, recognition dawned. He relaxed and smiled.
"Oh, it's you, Itachi. You scared me. You're out so late, still on a mission? You're really working hard!"
As the other guards approached, they chuckled lightly.
"Yeah, Itachi, finish your mission and head back to rest. You don't want to tire yourself out... after all, you're..."
But before they could finish their sentence, a silver-white flash sliced through the night.
The next moment, the sound of blood splattering filled the air.
Itachi had appeared behind the two guards, a long knife in his hand, blood dripping from its tip.
The two guards could barely process what had happened. Their eyes were wide with disbelief, their fear palpable.
"Itachi… how could you…"
But before they could speak another word, their bodies collapsed to the ground, lifeless. Their eyes stared blankly, their breathing having stopped.
In the stillness that followed, only the sound of blood slowly dripping onto the ground could be heard.
Itachi's Sharingan glowed coldly in the night, but he didn't spare a glance at the bodies. He raised his knife and, in an instant, turned to rush toward another house.
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