Chapter 115: The Weight of a Lie

Silence. In the perfect stillness of the Tsukuyomi space, it was the only answer Sasuke could give. Ren’s question—*What would you have done?*—hung in the air, a moral abyss too vast to comprehend. Sasuke’s world, built on a foundation of simple hatred, had been shattered, leaving him adrift in a sea of unbearable complexity.

“So,” Ren continued, his voice soft but relentless, “Itachi made his choice. He decided to end the cycle of conflict by severing its root. It wasn’t an act of betrayal born from resentment, but a sacrifice born from necessity. He saw the growing chasm between the clan and the village, a chasm widened by distrust and fear, and he shouldered the burden alone. He sacrificed his name, his future, his very soul for the stability of Konoha. No one can blame him for the path he walked.”

Ren’s eyes grew distant, as if seeing the ghosts of that night. “But he wasn’t entirely alone in the darkness. There was another player, a shadow manipulating events from an even deeper abyss. Itachi was the only one who sensed his presence… Uchiha Madara.”

Sasuke’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Wait… Madara? You said he died at the Valley of the End!”

“A convenient lie history tells,” Ren said with a dismissive wave. “Madara did not die. He survived his battle with the First Hokage and retreated into the shadows, biding his time. He harbored a deep hatred for both Konoha and the Uchiha clan who had abandoned him.” (Author’s Note: For the sake of this narrative’s clarity, the complexities of Obito’s impersonation are simplified. The essential truth of a “Madara” figure being involved is what matters here.)

“How… how is that possible?” Sasuke whispered, his mind reeling from yet another impossible revelation.

“It is the truth,” Ren stated flatly. “Itachi discovered Madara’s survival. He arranged a meeting and made a deal with the devil. He would allow Madara to assist in the massacre—satisfying Madara’s thirst for revenge against the clan—on one condition: Madara was not to lay a hand on Konoha. Meanwhile, within the village, only the Third Hokage sought a peaceful resolution. He pushed for negotiations with the Uchiha.”

“Then why didn’t they—?”

“The peace talks failed,” Ren cut him off, his tone bitter. “They failed due to a lack of time and the outright veto of the village elders, led by Danzo. And so, the mission proceeded. Itachi became the criminal, the kin-slayer, the missing-nin. All of it… was a role he was forced to play. And he played it perfectly, with only one failure.” Ren’s gaze locked onto Sasuke. “He failed to kill his younger brother.”

Sasuke flinched as if struck.

“After the massacre,” Ren went on, “Itachi went to the Third Hokage. He begged him to protect us, to shield us from Danzo’s machinations. And he made a threat to Danzo himself: if any harm came to you or me, Itachi would leak Konoha’s most vital secrets to its enemies. But Danzo, a man steeped in the Second Hokage’s paranoia towards our clan, understood the potential of the Uchiha bloodline all too well. He made a counter-proposal: one of the two remaining Uchiha orphans would be inducted into his organization… Root.”

“Root…” Sasuke echoed, a cold memory surfacing. “A few years ago… a shinobi claiming to be from Root tried to take me. Anbu intervened.”

Ren nodded grimly. “I’m not surprised. Root is Danzo’s personal black-ops division. Its members are taken from promising clans, subjected to brutal conditioning and cursed seals, and brainwashed into becoming unthinking tools that recognize only Danzo’s authority. They are assassins and spies, creatures of the dark. And yes, you had a brush with them. But you were never Danzo’s primary target.”

He met Sasuke’s confused gaze. “Danzo wanted me.”

Sasuke’s eyes widened. “You? Then why didn’t he…?”

“Because I realized his intention first,” Ren said, a flicker of old fear and cunning in his eyes. “We were children. We had no power to resist. So, I devised a countermeasure. When his agents began watching me, I created my own prison. I pretended that the trauma of that night had broken my mind. I became the ‘Uchiha Fool.'”

A cold, humorless smile touched his lips. “I calculated that if I were seen as a useless idiot, Danzo’s interest would wane. The only viable Uchiha heir would be you. And I knew the Third Hokage would never allow Danzo to take you. It was a desperate gamble. But it worked. For years, I lived in that cage, never stepping out of line, never letting the mask slip, even for a second. I was constantly watched, constantly on edge. A single mistake would have meant a fate worse than death inside Root.”

He looked at Sasuke, his expression stripped bare of its usual arrogance. “That is why I never told you. I couldn’t risk it. Danzo was too cautious. Even with my performance, his spies were always there. To protect us both, I had to lie to you. To everyone.” This content belongs to noⅴelfire.net

The last of Sasuke’s resentment toward Ren evaporated, replaced by a stunned, horrified understanding. He had lived his life consumed by a singular, burning hatred, while his brother had lived a life of constant, silent terror, playing a humiliating role just to keep them safe. The sheer willpower it must have taken was unimaginable.

He looked at Ren, truly looked at him, and for the first time, saw not a rival or a traitor, but a survivor who had carried a burden just as heavy as his own.

The truth was far more terrible than the lie.

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