'Tsukuyomi.'

Izumi froze in place.

Itachi focused his thoughts on his own genjutsu. Tsukuyomi allowed him to
completely control time, space, and matter. It was a power he had gained when he activated the Mangekyo sharingan. The time that passed within this genjutsu was one one-hundredth of one one-thousandth of one one-millionth of that of the real world.

Itachi drew out a clear image. Peace in the village of Konoha, the clan tranquil.
His own form, freed from all trouble.

Izumi becomes a chunin, as if chasing after him. At that time, Itachi is already a jonin.

He hands a pouting Izumi an engagement ring.

Izumi retiring as a ninja.

Marriage.

Childbirth.

Child-rearing.

The children setting out.

Izumi growing old together with Itachi.

Seventy years since they met.

The hair on both of their heads is white.

Izumi's illness.

He takes care of her.

Her last years...

The Mangekyo sharingan consumed an enormous amount of chakra, and so
placed an equivalent burden on the user. Shoulders rising, Itachi took a deep breath, as if crawling up from the depths of the ocean. Before him, Izumi's knees gave out under her, and she collapsed, smiling.

Sliding over, Itachi held her up, tightly gripping her slender shoulders.

'Thank you.' Izumi's voice sounded like that of an old woman past eighty years
of age.

'Me, too. Thank you.' He squeezed her shoulders more tightly, and could say
nothing more.

With a broad smile on her face, Izumi took her last peaceful breath.



The mind and the body were indivisible. If the mind decays, the body also falls apart.

Izumi died, joyful.


-Itachi Shinden Chapter 6