Uchiha Massacre

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The following month passed quietly, marked by a steady rhythm of training sessions and meetings. Itachi, Samui, and Mabui, alongside other participants of the Chunin Exams, were preparing rigorously for the final stage. One-on-one battles in front of an audience required not just physical prowess but also strategic acumen and unyielding mental fortitude. The gravity of the situation was reflected in their every action, turning their usual training sessions into intense bouts of concentration and resolve.

On a different front, the Raikage was engaged in detailed discussions with the Hokage. They were negotiating a treaty, a crucial piece of diplomacy that could significantly influence the future of their respective villages. Ryomaru, despite being only five, was privy to these discussions. The Raikage, always keen on teaching his son about governance and leadership, believed in the importance of such exposure.

Towards the end of the month, the day before the final stage of the exams, the treaty was set to be signed. In the Raikage's office, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. The Raikage and the Hokage sat across each other, their expressions solemn and focused.

"Once this treaty is signed, a new era of peace and cooperation will begin between Konoha and Kumo," the Raikage started, his deep voice resonating in the quiet room.

"I agree, Raikage-sama," replied the Hokage, his steady gaze never leaving the Raikage's face. "It's a significant step towards unity."

They shared a quiet moment, acknowledging the gravity of their actions. Then, they both reached for their respective pens, their hands firm as they signed the document.

When the final signatures were in place, they exchanged a look of mutual respect. "May this treaty serve its purpose and bring prosperity to both our villages," the Hokage said.

The Raikage nodded, adding, "And may it stand as a symbol of our dedication to peace."

Ryomaru, observing from the side, felt a sense of pride. The negotiations had been tough, yet his father had navigated them with the grace and tact of a seasoned leader. The entire process was a learning experience for Ryomaru, imprinting valuable lessons about diplomacy and leadership.

Not long after the treaty was signed, a messenger bird fluttered through the open window, a small scroll attached to its leg. The cheerful atmosphere in the Raikage's office faltered as he unrolled the message, his eyes scanning the hastily scribbled words. The Hokage, observing the Raikage's sudden tension, felt a knot of concern forming in his stomach.

The silence in the room was deafening as the Raikage finished reading, his face losing color. "There has been a coup in Konoha," he declared, his voice grave.

The Hokage stiffened, shock flashing across his face. "What?"

"The Uchiha Clan... they attempted a coup," the Raikage elaborated, his tone heavy. "In the absence of your group, the elder council led the defense. It seems... it was a massacre."

Ryomaru watched from the corner of the room as the dreadful news spread. Each person's reaction was different; surprise, shock, disbelief. But what caught his eye was a fleeting look of recognition that crossed the faces of Fugaku, Itachi, and Hiruzen. It was a momentary flicker, almost imperceptible, but to Ryomaru's keen gaze, it was significant. It was as if they had known something of this nature could occur, perhaps not when or how, but the possibility wasn't alien to them.

Fugaku's eyes were wide, an unusual crack in his typically stoic demeanor. He seemed to be grappling with the reality of what had just been said, a battle against a truth he wished he could deny. Mikoto stood by his side, her eyes filled with a quiet grief, a mother mourning for a family that was once her own.

Itachi's eyes, on the other hand, were a tempest of emotions. Surprise, pain, confusion - emotions that the usually calm and composed boy rarely displayed. He seemed older than his years at that moment, a boy burdened by the weight of his clan's actions and the price they had paid.

Sasuke, still too young to fully grasp the situation, looked from face to face, feeling the tension in the room but not understanding the cause. The mention of his clan and the word 'massacre' had sent a chill down his spine, but the true implications were yet to sink in.

The Raikage broke the silence that had descended in the room. "It seems the Uchiha Clan rose against Konoha under the guidance of the elders. In response, the elder council of the village led the defense forces. The fight was... brutal."

He paused, his gaze landing on Fugaku and Itachi. "According to this message, nearly the entire clan was wiped out."

A collective gasp filled the room. Fugaku clenched his fists, the veins in his hand bulging under the strain. Mikoto reached out to hold his arm, her face pale but determined. Itachi remained silent, his face a mask, but the tremble in his hands betrayed his turmoil.

"The sole survivor seems to be Uchiha Shisui," the Raikage continued. "He fought against his own kin and then fled. His current whereabouts are unknown."

The silence returned, heavier than before. The reality of the situation, the magnitude of the loss, hung in the air like a heavy shroud. Each person was left grappling with the ramifications, the intricate web of alliances and feuds that would inevitably reshape due to this cataclysmic event.

After what felt like an eternity, the Hokage found his voice. "I need to return to Konoha immediately. We have to restore order, provide support for the survivors..."

The Raikage nodded in agreement. "I will send a contingent of Kumo shinobi to assist."

Both of them then turned to look at Fugaku at the same time, their gazes heavy with unspoken meaning. The Uchiha clan could no longer call Konoha home. The coup, the massacre, had made sure of that. Fugaku hadn't taken part in it, but the blood of his clan had been spilled nonetheless. If he accepted this without protest, it would tarnish his reputation. Yet, he didn't want to wage war against his own village.

When he had been there, he had implored the elders to bide their time, to allow matters to resolve peacefully. He had hoped that, in his absence, they would come to their senses. But now, his clan was gone. Could he return to Konoha, live in peace? Would the other clans allow it? And what of Danzo?

He felt a whirlwind of emotions, a tempest of anger, despair, and shock threatening to consume him. He clenched his jaw, trying to maintain a facade of control, but inside, he was being torn apart. He looked up to meet the gazes of the two Kages. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, the silence in the room deafening.

It was then he considered the possibility of leaving Konoha. But would Hiruzen allow it?

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