One hour before the infamous "Uchiha Incident"
Konoha looked beautiful.
Full moon. Gentle breeze. Crickets chirping like the night wasn't about to turn into a bloodbath.A perfect night… for a massacre.
Inside the Uchiha Police Department, the detention room looked like something out of a horror flick. Bodies everywhere, blood pooled in patches—and one very specific detail: no one had eyes.
Well, technically, they had eyes. Just not Sharingan.
Standing in the middle of it all, surrounded by guts and gore, Uchiha Akuma calmly wiped his katana, as if he'd just finished slicing bread instead of people.
"Fifty pairs. And not a single one with astigmatism. Beautiful," he muttered with a smug grin.
Then, as usual, the voice of the "System" popped into his head. That strange, persistent thing that had followed him ever since he ate that one suspicious onigiri years ago:
-Mission Complete: Collected 100 Sharingan-Reward: Mangekyō Sharingan – 八千の槍 (Hachisen no Yari – Eight Thousand Spears)
Akuma raised a hand to his forehead. Not for drama—his skull was on fire.
His pupils spun like tops, and the three tomoe twisted into a new shape: sharp, cruel, the kind of look that could kill if you made eye contact for too long.
His Mangekyō Sharingan had awakened. And with it, the migraine.
"Great… I get a superpower and a splitting headache. No manual? No ninja ibuprofen?" he grumbled.
Then, just like a pop-up ad that punches you in the brain:
Hachisen no Yari – 八千の槍 (Eight Thousand Spears):Mark your targets by looking at or touching them. Through this mark, you can alter their chakra, manipulate thoughts, induce emotions… basically, become the most toxic ex in ninja history.
Akuma gave a low whistle, genuinely impressed.
"This is exactly what Itachi never wanted to teach me. Jealous jerk."
He knelt down, opened a glass cylinder filled with preservation liquid (brand: Definitely Illegal™), and began storing Sharingan one by one, like precious marbles. Or ingredients for some unholy smoothie.
"You bullied me in class... you stole my lunch... you fixed my collar in front of everyone..." he muttered while packing in the eyes. "And now, you're all going in my special little jar."
Once full, he sealed the container with a scroll and tucked it under his jacket.
He was about to leave when—
Cough. Cough.
Someone was still breathing.
"You? Still alive?" Akuma frowned.
Uchiha Inahori, half-dragged up against the wall, bleeding from everywhere, looked up at him with the one Sharingan eye he had left.
"Akuma… You killed your own clan! All for the Mangekyō!!"
Akuma shrugged.
"Nah. I killed them because you betrayed me. The Mangekyō was a bonus. Like when you buy ramen and get free miso soup."
"You gave false evidence! You cheated!"
"Well, yeah. What'd you expect? A fair fight? This is the ninja world, not a shōnen tournament."
Inahori started sweating bullets.
"Reinforcements… they're almost here…"
"Yep. Izumi, Nanfū, and Tamao, right? I scheduled them for tonight."You think this was spontaneous? Buddy, I had a script."
Footsteps on the roof. Voices.They were close.
"Why, Akuma!?" Inahori shouted. "Why all this madness!?"
Akuma walked toward the exit, not hurrying in the slightest.
"Because we were going to be destroyed anyway.I'd rather the story say the Uchiha were vengeful… than submissive."
He stopped at the door.
"And because I still hold a grudge about you stealing my lunch. Never got over that."
Then he left.
A few minutes later, nine ninja arrived in a blur of panic.Among them was Uchiha Izumi, her long dark hair whipping like a flag in the wind.
"What… happened here?" she asked in a whisper.
"It was Akuma," said Inahori, voice like a funeral bell.
Tamao, with the face of an innocent boy but the soul of a crocodile, grabbed him by the collar.
"You liar! He'd never do this!"
"Oh no?" Inahori snapped. "Even if he killed your parents?"
Tamao froze.
Nanfū, wearing glasses and a permanent I-don't-laugh face, asked flatly:
"Where did he go?"
"Forest. Just past the district border…"
"Let's move."
Tamao bolted. The others followed.Leaping from branch to branch, faster and faster, doubts growing with every step.
And there he was.
Uchiha Akuma.
Standing on the path, bathed in moonlight.
His Mangekyō Sharingan shone with a sinister pattern.
"Well, well. If it isn't my three favorite ex-students. Ready for Act Two?"
He smiled.
And this time… it wasn't a joke.