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Itachi carefully monitored his breathing as he listened to the conversation just down the hall.

The room was lit by lamplight, coming from the corner.

It was two women talking. One voice, he knew very well. The other, was her mother.

To cause a distraction, he kicks the trash can down beside him.

“What was that?” The familiar voice asks her mother. “I don’t know.” The other responds.



“I’ll go check.”



Avoiding suspicion, he quickly ducks into the hallway, entering the room from the side. Before the mother can scream upon noticing Itachi, he takes her out with his Sharingan.

“Mother, the trash can was knocked over….Itachi-kun?” Izumi saw her mother unconscious on the floor, and didn’t understand. She was stupefied. “Wh…why?”



Itachi couldn’t listen to Izumi’s voice anymore.

So he gathered chakra into his eyes, and activated his Sharingan. Tsukuyomi.

Izumi was left deathly still, unable to fight it.

He put all of his focus into his genjutsu. Tsukuyomi was a type of genjutsu where Itachi had total control of space and time. This was the power Itachi awakened when he awoke his Mangekyo Sharingan.

Any time spent in the real world was a thousandth of a thousandth of a thousandth of the time spent in Tsukuyomi. ((1 divided by 1,000 three times totals 0.000000001/th of a second. This is one billionth of a second. One billion seconds is equal to about 31 years. In one second of real world time, Izumi lived over thirty years inside Tsukuyomi. ))

Itachi formed the genjutsu exactly to his desired image. Peace, in the village of Konoha. The clan is also peaceful, and tranquil. Itachi is free of all of his suffering. Izumi is beside him, smiling. Izumi is following his footsteps, also turning Chuunin. In this time, Itachi has already reached the Jounin rank. Itachi gives Izumi a promise ring. Izumi retires from being a shinobi.

A wedding.

The birth of their children.

((Now, “hijos” can mean boys AND children, since the masculine term for this is also the neutral term. So it basically says they had children.))

Raising their children.

The departure of their children.

Izumi, who gets older beside Itachi all the while.

From the time they came to know each other, 70 years had passed. Both their hair had gone completely white.

Izumi falls ill. Itachi cares for her.

The rest of their lives.

The Mangekyo Sharingan wastes a lot of chakra, and puts a large strain on its user. And as if he had just risen above water, Itachi was breathing heavily.

Itachi falls to his knees, infront of Izumi, while she is still smiling. (this wording was confusing, I can also see it being translated as she falls to her knees while smiling, because of the next line)

Itachi kept her body up, gripping her delicate shoulders tightly.

“Thank you…” she says.



Izumi’s voice was just like an old woman who had lived to be 80 years old.

“It is I who owes thanks to you…”



And Izumi, with a big smile, died peacefully.

The mind and body are inseparable. If the mind collapses, the body follows. Izumi died enveloped in happiness. Soon after, Itachi places her body on the floor gently, after she’s stopped moving. Itachi, meanwhile, struggles to stand.

The loss of chakra he’d experienced was making his body tremble fiercely.

In his heart, he had decided to start the massacre with Izumi. By starting with her, he undid all of his doubts.

“Thank you, Izumi.”



He turns now, finding Izumi’s mother, still unconscious from his earlier Sharingan display.