Localized to a spot where, long ago, a user of the Eight Gates once felled several legendary swordsmen, a storm brewed. The boost it gives to one's lightning jutsu is well worth its hefty cost in chakra. Incidentally, it makes a great tool for finding metal objects.
"There," said Karin, pointing where the electrical energy in the air resonated with something.
That something was the pair of lightning blades, Kiba. Later that day, the group found the needle sword, Nuibari, and traces of someone else having recently been looting the area.
While the state in which the battlefield was left usually calls for many days of searching, team Hebi's method guaranteed that what they had found was all that was left.
I'm sorry Sasuke, this is it.
Why was Sasuke remembering this? This doesn't make any sense. Itachi would never say this. Especially moments before his death. Every single act of kindness by Itachi had been a lie. This one should be no different, right?
However, Sasuke was unable to believe for one second these words were a sadistic lie or anything that made sense. The Sharingan cannot be lied to; it is unable to see lies. As it sees, the sight is etched into memory. No one can falsify those memories, not their owner, not Yamanaka Inoichi, no one.
So why was his brother kind to him? Why...
"Did you hear Itachi Uchiha died?"
Those words mercifully brought Sasuke back on earth. He was in a tavern after searching for swords, and two Konoha-nin were talking nearby.
"Yeah, it was his little brother, Sasuke, right? I heard he got Orochimaru, too! He's a hero"
Those words sounded shallow to Sasuke's ears. He was being praised for murder while the fact that he betrayed the village was being ignored. Oh well, Sasuke thought, that's par for the course concerning the village's opinion of me. Might as well abuse this.
And so, he stood up from his seat and approached them.