Chapter 6: Writers of Fate
"My name is Itachi Uchiha and I've come here to kill every single last one of you."
He, who possessed the ability to terminate living legends, went to the Council where all the Chunin and Jounin met up for important announcements. Since the village knew well that they were being attacked by invaders, the state of emergency had been activated, and as such, all the powerful ninja were there. The problem is that regardless of how strong they seemed, they still were no match for the true heir of the chaos-thirsty Sharingan. More importantly, during this time period, Konoha was extremely weak in manpower, and Kakashi, Gai, Asuma, and even Jiraiya had already been dealt with by the true supremacy of Sharkskin's Wielder and the red-eyed genocide. There was only one thing left to do; murder every single last one of the ninjas at the Council.
Albeit all of the ninja were alerted, only one of them had the courage to speak up.
"Itachi. We were waiting here for you. Are you ready to die?"
For the first time in years, he smirked. "I'd never die to the likes of Konoha, and certainly not you. Are you sure you want to do this?"
Another Jounin replied. "It's not about us being ready to do anything – it's more a matter of you being prepared to meet your fate, which is death."
Amaterasu!
The ninja did not witness the attack… they tasted it. Itachi's visual prowess ended the life of the two strongest ninja in the room, including the captain of the Council.
"Everyone. Attack without hesitation this precise moment!"
But half of them escaped after witnessing what had happened to the commander that they knew for years. He was believed to be inexorable and exceptionally dominant, but in the end, he was just another victim of the void of a kid's tale where he did not matter one bit. A pawn in a game of kings.
Fire Style: Fire Ball Jutsu!
Water Style: Water Vortex Jutsu!
Earth Style: Rock Barrage!
The few ninja that were still there attacked with their three most powerful attacks, and thought they had killed the Uchiha, except…
Ribcage Susano'o!
Even the weakest version of Susano'o was enough to effortlessly block all of their attacks.
A man nearly appeared to be having a heart-attack instigated by overwhelming terror due to Itachi's visual prowess of hellish obscurity. And rightfully so.
"He… what is he? I simply can't deal with…" Thus, he died.
Another man opened his mouth, almost as frightened as the first one. "Please let us go. I swear in the name of the Will of Fire that we will not say anything about this incident. Not that it matters anyway because you're stronger than the Leaf combined!"
The villain changed his smirk to complete, utter seriousness and responded. "You really think I am just going to let you go after everything that's happened so far? You pathetic scum tried to murder me, so die."
A rookie Chunin started crying. "Wait! Please give us a chance! I don't want to die!"
Coldness aroused the place. "Hmph."
What were his true intentions? Those no one recognized, but he left the lives of the ninja at the hands of fate. All he did was destroy the walls and cellars that were holding up the place using his Susano'o, and quickly escaped the building. They might've died, they might've lived, or half-and-half. He, apparently did not care about any of that, and so, left.
Was he, perhaps, looking for Naruto Uzumaki, the Nine-Tails host? Or more prominently, his own little brother – the one that he had tortured, mocked, humiliated, and terminated everything that he held dear?
Assuredly the Hyuga were the ones that decided destiny, but the Uchiha… with all their hate-filled hearts and truth-seeking eyes… they were those who inscribed it in the first place.