The Uchiha clan, which was wiped out entirely, lacked vision.

Chapter 103 Itachi, Look How Considerate I Am

Chapter 103 Itachi, Look How Considerate I Am

"Hey, Itachi, what are you still hesitating about?" An laughed even more happily.

"Are you worried about being accused of killing your comrades?"

"You can rest assured about that!"

"Look, these ninjas are now in my hands. Killing them is as easy as a thought."

"They were going to die anyway. By making your choice, you can save a group of them!"

"How about this!"

"I've always been a considerate person, let me put it another way."

"Itachi, are you planning to rescue Hiruzen Sarutobi and his clan members, or are you planning to rescue the large number of ordinary ninja?"

"Or, according to your standards, are these elite clan ninjas more valuable to the village, or are those ordinary ninjas, though weaker, who make up the majority of the village's population, more valuable?"

"I—" Itachi's expression changed again and again. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he still couldn't say it.

He wasn't stupid, and Ann's intentions were very clear; she didn't hide anything at all.

Itachi certainly understood the malice contained in An's choice, but precisely because he understood, he was also very clear that An would not lie about this matter and would really release those who were not chosen by him!

And most importantly, although he understood An's malice, he didn't think there was anything wrong with his choice in his value system!

His pain stemmed from his helplessness in being forced to make choices, from his inability to save everyone, rather than from feeling that his choices were wrong!

And what Ann said wasn't meant for him, but for the hostages who were being held up.

Human hearts are complex!

No matter what Itachi chooses, those who survive will not be grateful to him; on the contrary, they are likely to hate him for it!

Because this matter will surely spread throughout the village, and all the survivors will be subjected to cold interrogation by the relatives of the dead.

Why wasn't it you who died?

Often, living is more painful than dying!

And that's what An wants!

"I choose to rescue the Hokage!"

Itachi finally followed his heart and made his final choice.

His voice was hoarse, his face was ashen, and his eyes were fixed on Uchiha An, as if he wanted to devour him whole.

However, An didn't care about his attitude at all, and immediately burst into laughter after hearing his choice.

"Ha ha--"

"Great choice!"

"Itachi, you're still the same Itachi as before!"

"As expected of Uchiha Itachi, who wiped out his entire clan, leaving no one alive—old, young, women, or children—for the sake of the village's peace!"

An laughed so hard that tears streamed down her face, which became contorted and deformed, like it had been sculpted from clay.

He turned around, opened his arms to the group of ordinary ninjas who had been abandoned on the other side, and laughed loudly:

"Did you see that?"

"This is the Will of Fire!"

"Where leaves dance in the air, the fire will never die!"

"Without you kindling, where would the Hokage's ever-burning flame be!"

"You'll always just be important figures in other people's eyes, but when it comes to actually making a choice, you're the first ones who get abandoned!"

"After you go to the underworld, remember to be reborn into a good family, so you won't be a nobody again in your next life!"

The group of ordinary ninjas were all staring intently at Uchiha Itachi, their eyes filled with fear, pleading, and sorrow—a variety of emotions.

There were also some people whose gazes weren't fixed on Itachi Uchiha, but rather on Hiruzen Sarutobi and the elite ninjas of their clans. The meaning in their eyes was more complex, perhaps containing hatred and envy—An couldn't quite figure out how many emotions they were.

These people are just ordinary Chunin and Genin, the kind of people who would rob and slaughter civilians for a bag of rice. Do you really expect them to be willing to sacrifice themselves for the village's higher-ups?

"Hehe—" Looking at all these different aspects of life, An stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers with a grin.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the branches and vines began to wriggle, and the gags that had been blocking these people fell off automatically, giving everyone a chance to speak.

A moment of silence fell over the scene; for a moment, no one spoke, and everyone just stared coldly.

But soon, those who couldn't withstand the pressure of life and death were the first to start cursing.

"Uchiha Itachi, you deserve to die a horrible death!"

With one person taking the lead, others naturally followed suit, all expressing their fear of death.

"Uchiha Itachi, it's all because of your reckless actions that you've brought disaster upon the village! Why don't you just die?!"

"Uchiha Itachi, you beast, you're worse than a pig or a dog!"

"Uchiha Itachi, you—"

The more these people cursed, the dirtier it got, while An just stood there listening with a grin, practically ready to applaud and cheer them on.

Since you're so good at cursing, then go ahead and curse even more!

Itachi stood to the side with a cold face, silent, letting these people hurl insults at him, his true feelings unknown.

Listening to the many ninjas of Konoha cursing Uchiha Itachi was naturally a very satisfying thing.

However, after listening for a while, An got a little tired of it.

Because these people only criticized Itachi, and no one criticized Hiruzen Sarutobi who was standing next to him.

That's not good!

Although An understood, even though they were dead, their families were still living in Konoha. They could afford to offend Itachi Uchiha, but they couldn't afford to offend these high-ranking officials in the village!

But while she understood, An had no intention of being considerate of them.

So when someone finished cursing Uchiha Itachi and started transferring their anger to Uchiha An, An's eyes turned cold.

He snapped his fingers again.

"Snapped!"

After a crisp sound, the branches and vines suddenly retracted inward.

"ah--"

Dozens of piercing screams rang out almost simultaneously, filled with despair and pain, as if tearing their lungs apart. They echoed repeatedly through the forest, sending chills down one's spine.

Before the screams had subsided, the cracking sound of bones grinding together rang out.

The sound was like a dry branch being snapped, or like hard bones being forcibly squeezed and deformed, sending chills down one's spine.

Then, the sounds of flesh bursting open and exploding could be heard one after another.

Fresh blood slowly flowed down the vines, dripping onto the ground and forming dark red pools of blood.

Some of the flesh and internal organs were even squeezed out and stuck to the green leaves, looking disgusting and terrifying.

These sounds intertwined, echoing repeatedly in the silent forest, each one striking the heart like a heavy hammer blow.

It sends chills down your spine and makes you shudder.

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