If fate is the fire that burns Uchiha, I would like to use lies to weave a rain that will never wake up.
On the verge of death in the Battle of the Valley of the End, Itachi awakens the "Psychic Corridor"——
Thinking overclocking: Deducing thousands of futures in one second, but unable to calculate the hatred in Sasuke's eyes
Memory weaves life: erasing the truth of the genocide, but tearing the brothers' childhood tenderness into pieces
The consciousness returns to ruins: crushing the soul of a shadow-level powerhouse, the price is to gouge out one's own light with one's own hands
When he tampered with Sasuke's memory to create a false peace, he fell into a deeper desperate situation:
The erased last words of Shisui revealed Danzo's conspiracy to transplant another god
Sasuke, who is addicted to fantasy, becomes the perfect container for Orochimaru's "memory purification"
Amid the blood disease and mental backlash, Itachi, who was on the verge of collapse, glimpsed Otsutsuki's chess game.
"Brother, the sweet dream you gave me... Why is it more painful than Tsukuyomi?"
When Sasuke's Kusanagi sword pierced the illusion of the corridor, Itachi finally understood——
The price of tampering with destiny is to become destiny itself.
