Chapter 150: Uchiha

"Tsunade! Tobirama! Madara!"

The three voices overlapped, each calling out to stop Hashirama, who was currently embracing Nawaki tightly.

"Huh?"

Hashirama looked up, puzzled, while still patting Nawaki's head.

"Am I seeing things?"

Noticing Tobirama and Madara standing harmoniously behind Tsunade, Hashirama couldn't believe his eyes. He rubbed them vigorously, forgetting about Nawaki still in his arms.

Tobirama… he actually did it!

"Hey, Grandpa, what are you doing?!"

Nawaki, who had been basking in his grandfather's warm embrace, suddenly found himself dropped to the ground. He winced, rubbing his sore backside.

"Ah, sorry, little Nawaki! Grandpa got a bit carried away!"

Scratching the back of his head apologetically, Hashirama helped Nawaki to his feet.

"Grandpa! Nawaki!"

Tsunade, unable to contain her excitement, shed all semblance of composure as a lady and dove into Hashirama's arms. She hugged her grandfather tightly with one arm while pulling her little brother close with the other.

"Is this… Tsunade?"

Nawaki, still trying to process the situation, found it hard to connect this mature woman with the short-tempered sister he remembered. However, his train of thought was soon interrupted as he was smothered in Tsunade's ample chest.

Looking down at his crying granddaughter and adorable grandson, Hashirama's face softened into a warm smile.

"What a touching family reunion…"

Somebody clearly wasn't impressed.

"Hey! You brats, take your family bonding elsewhere and don't disturb me and Hashirama!"

Madara Uchiha rudely shoved Tsunade and Nawaki aside, then casually pushed Nawaki toward Tsunade.

"Who the heck are you, old man?!"

Nawaki glared at Madara, only to be intimidated by the sheer aura in Madara's eyes. He quickly retreated two steps and sought refuge in Tsunade's arms.

"Hmph."

Tsunade let out a soft snort but didn't retaliate, knowing full well the kind of relationship her grandfather had with Madara. She led Nawaki to the side, where she began fussing over him.

"Madara, that's no way to talk to children…"

Hashirama crossed his arms, adopting a lecturing tone.

"Hashirama, you idiot!"

Madara, who had been about to step closer, stopped in his tracks and sneered at Hashirama's condescending demeanor.

"Brother, welcome back."

For the first time, Tobirama spoke. He approached Hashirama and, to everyone's surprise, gave him a brief, genuine hug.

Even after merging with the soul of another being and gaining two decades of memories, Tobirama's respect for his elder brother never wavered. To him, Hashirama was still his beloved big brother—albeit a sometimes silly and overly idealistic one. Hashirama's revival filled Tobirama's heart with relief and joy.

"Tobirama, you…"

Hashirama blinked in surprise. He had noticed subtle changes in his brother's demeanor since his last Edo Tensei summoning. But as long as Tobirama still regarded him as an older brother, he was satisfied.

Patting Tobirama on the shoulder, Hashirama smiled warmly.

"Tch! How sentimental."

Madara's face twisted into a sarcastic grimace.

"Hahahaha, Madara! You must've missed me!"

Hashirama finally turned his attention to Madara, laughing heartily.

"Miss you? Don't be absurd!"

Madara's icy tone betrayed the slight upward curve at the corners of his lips.

"Before I returned to the Pure Land, I remember asking you two to get along. And look at this—you actually listened to me! I must have a talent for persuasion!"

Hashirama scratched his head, feeling quite pleased with himself.

"…"

For once, Madara was struck speechless.

"Brother, it wasn't your words. Let's just say it was… something else that persuaded him."

Tobirama raised a fist and rotated it lightly.

"You even managed to beat Madara?!"

Hashirama's jaw dropped in astonishment.

"Hashirama, shut up!"

Madara immediately stepped forward, his frustration evident.

The Uchiha clan had once boasted a total of 998 members. By the 58th year of Konohagakure, they had been annihilated. Men, women, and children—regardless of whether they possessed the Sharingan—all were killed, save for one survivor: Sasuke Uchiha.

Officially, Itachi Uchiha, the clan head Fugaku's son, was deemed the sole perpetrator. Unofficially, the operation involved Konoha's Root, the Anbu, and even assistance from Obito Uchiha.

After the massacre, Itachi was branded an S-rank missing-nin, wanted by Konoha, and subsequently joined the Akatsuki.

To accommodate the nearly one thousand resurrected Uchiha, Madara had deliberately chosen a vast open space.

Under the sunlight, shadows of the resurrected cast long across the ground as countless green soul lights descended into their bodies, restoring them to life.

Standing before the crowd, Itachi clenched his sweaty palms, his anxiety visible. Each familiar face brought a fresh wave of guilt.

"Shisui… Izumi… Inabi… Hokaze… Yashiro…"

His voice trembled as his gaze lingered on Fugaku and Mikoto. His legs quivered uncontrollably.

He had slaughtered his own clan and family with his own hands. The weight of his guilt was unbearable.

Unlike Itachi, Sasuke was already in tears. Despite Madara's rigorous training, his emotions overwhelmed him when he saw his parents.

"Father! Mother!"

Sasuke ran forward, throwing himself into Fugaku and Mikoto's arms.

"Sas…Sasuke?"

Fugaku, his vision blurry, embraced his grown-up son in shock.

"Sasuke? Fugaku?"

Mikoto was similarly startled. Recognizing her husband and son, she looked around, puzzled.

"Where… are we? Sasuke, how are you here? Weren't we… dead? Did… Itachi… spare you?"

Fugaku's heart trembled as he pieced together their fragmented memories.

Confusion spread among the resurrected Uchihas as their memories remained fixed on the night of the massacre.

Shisui, who had died before that fateful night, immediately started questioning others about the events, piecing together the grim truth.

Itachi… he chose the village over the clan.

"It's Uchiha Itachi!"

A sharp-eyed Uchiha spotted Itachi standing apart from the crowd.

"He's the one who killed me!"

"And me!"

"Traitor!"

"Monster!"

"Why did you murder my parents?!"

The anger and hatred buried within the clan exploded like a bomb.

"Itachi…"

Shisui's gaze darkened as he looked at his old friend.

"Itachi…"

Izumi's expression was equally complex.

Fugaku and Mikoto, still holding Sasuke, turned their attention to Itachi amidst the flood of accusations.

Under the weight of countless angry and sorrowful eyes, Itachi staggered forward, step by step, as if carrying an invisible burden.

Finally, he stopped at the forefront of the crowd.

Bending his knees, he knelt on the ground, lowering his head. His forehead hit the earth with a dull thud.

"Forgive me!"

Raising his head, a streak of blood marked his once-smooth forehead.

Thud!

"Forgive me!"

Again, his head met the ground.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Fifty times.

By the end, Itachi's forehead was nothing but raw, bloody flesh. The ground beneath him was stained red.

Two streaks of blood tears trickled from his eyes as he was finally helped up by Shisui.

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