Kyo lowered his head,
Gazing at his brand new moon-white attire, a faint smile appeared on his face.
Although it looked like he had completed Hollowfication quite easily now,
If it were an ordinary Shinigami, fully mastering this masked Hollowfication form would be much more troublesome.
Not only would they have to adapt to the backlash caused by the Hollow's soul within their body, but they also had to defeat the inner Hollow.
Kyo, however, had directly skipped these steps.
Because the power of Hollowfication rewarded by the system was, from the very beginning, a Hollow soul that had achieved perfect fusion.
All Kyo had to do was simply become familiar with this power.
And the secret training over the past few months was the best familiarization process.
Now,
Kyo could already seamlessly switch between his soul states.
Shinigami and Hollow,
At this moment, they had achieved a perfect balance.
Kyo looked up at the cold moon hanging high in the sky and murmured to himself:
"It should be about to start, probably."
Kyo raised his hand, released his Spiritual Pressure, and once again skillfully opened a Garganta.
Then, he entered it.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Atop the hill behind the Uchiha Clan's compound, at this moment, two mysterious figures had also secretly met.
"You've come, Itachi."
The mysterious masked man, currently standing with his arms crossed, looked at the figure that had appeared before him and spoke in a low voice.
Beneath the pale moonlight, his blood-red Sharingan appeared even more eerie.
And Itachi before him slightly lowered his gaze, was silent for a moment, then said flatly:
"Let's begin."
His tone was very cold.
At this moment, he was so calm it was hard for even himself to believe.
The masked man let out a low laugh, then walked to Itachi's side and said:
"Well then,
"Just as discussed before."
"The members at the Uchiha Police Force will be handled by me."
"The rest are up to you."
"After everything is dealt with, we'll rendezvous at the agreed place, understood."
"..."
Itachi did not answer.
Instead, he turned around, leaped, and vanished directly into the night.
His silence already represented his thoughts.
The masked man's gaze flickered slightly.
"Heh..."
"For the sake of Konoha, he's willing to go this far?"
"Indeed,"
"So this is the so-called product of the Will of Fire."
After muttering to himself,
The masked man's figure also instantly disappeared into a vortex.
From now on,
The official massacre operation had begun.
After tonight,
Except for Sasuke,
There would be no survivors left of Konoha's Uchiha Clan.
...
At this moment, inside the Uchiha Clan's compound.
Just like any other night, it was calm and wave-less.
Most of the members of Konoha's Police Force were stationed at the compound, and most of the clan members were already asleep, deep in their dreams.
Only a few key positions were still being guarded by Police Force's members.
At that moment, on a utility pole.
A black figure suddenly appeared and stood atop it.
He wore the gray Anbu uniform of Konoha, with a long sword on his back. Even wearing a mask, one could vaguely see the red glow of his eyes.
The Uchiha Clan's Kekkei Genkai, the Sharingan.
This figure silently surveyed the Uchiha residences in the night, this familiar place.
He had lived and trained here since childhood.
Every brick and tile here was part of his memory.
But now,
He knew he had to sever these memories.
"Huh?! Who goes there!?"
Just then,
A Police Force's member by the gate noticed him.
But immediately after, as if he directly recognized the figure, he suddenly let out a long sigh of relief and said with a smile:
"Oh, it's just you, Itachi. You really scared me!"
"You Anbu guys are still out on missions this late? You must be really busy!"
Hearing this, another member nearby also instantly relaxed, walking over while chuckling lightly, saying:
"Haha, yeah, Itachi. Finish your mission quickly and get some rest. You can't wear yourself out, you know, after all, you are..."
Shing!
Before this guard could finish his sentence,
Suddenly, in the night sky, a silver-white light flashed, and blood splattered.
Unnoticed,
Itachi was already standing behind the two guards.
A long sword hung in his hand, bright red blood slowly dripping from its tip.
And the eyes of the two Police Force's members held only intense disbelief and a bone-deep fear.
"Itachi... you... how could you..."
Thud!
Before they could finish speaking, their two bodies fell straight to the ground.
Their eyes were vacant, their breathing stopped.
Dead on the spot.
Yet, until their consciousness faded, they couldn't believe Itachi would suddenly turn on them.
"..."
Silence, accompanied by crimson blood, seeped and spread.
In the night,
Itachi's Sharingan gleamed coldly.
He didn't look at the bodies, but instead raised his sword,
And in an instant, he turned and charged towards another house.