Shayde watched Hiko with a great deal of interest, as the contents of the Genjutsu he had inflicted upon her were, not simply personal in the sense that they resonated with an Uchiha. No, they were in fact the rawest recollections he could conjure from the single night that had so affected his life. He was intrigued in Hiko's reaction, regardless of how subtle or crude the actual action was. He wanted to see what one who had no true prior connections to the Uchiha would do when exposed to the raw, boiling core of his past. Would she empathize with the Uchiha? With him? Would she break down, knowing that she had lost so many of a family she never even knew? Would she be indifferent to the sufferings of an entire Clan, only interested in her own well-being? There were so many ways this single act could unfold, and each and every one of them just as valid as the other. For it didn't truly matter what happened. That was in the past, and there was no changing it. What mattered is what Hiko herself wanted. Would she seek revenge? Would she try to fix the wrongs of the past? Would she run, like so many others, Shayde included, had? Would she seek to rebel against the system that allowed this atrocity to begin with? This was her moment to show what she was truly made of, and the moment she broke through Shayde's Genjutsu, Shayde witnessed the first signs of empathy. As she wiped a single tear, Shayde felt something resembling pride in the knowledge that he may just have sewn the seeds of freedom within this Uchiha. Maybe, just maybe, she could be free of the Clan's history and curse, while still knowing about her kin. It was a rather distant hope, but one he wholeheartedly wished for just one Uchiha.
Feigning ignorance of the shed tear, despite his own eyes indicating otherwise, Shayde listened intently to Hiko's answer. Hers was fundamentally different from one he gave to a similar question so many years ago. Shayde stated he desired not power, revenge, or world domination, and yet, in the years since that moment, he had sought power insatiably, taken revenge on the Village responsible for his Clan's execution through a lone rebellion, and had partook in a plot to overthrow the world, by destroying the very order that upheld it. In just a few short years, the very ideals that drove him had corrupted, and been flipped on their head entirely. Was this the fate of the Uchiha, regardless of whatever path they walked...? Only time would tell, but Shayde held hope that Hiko could break this cycle he himself once rebelled against. Perhaps her distant upbringing could afford her just that? That she alone could escape the cycle of hate the Uchiha seemed to be dragged into, regardless of their own personal convictions...
But Hiko stated her blade is what drove, and guided her. A weapon of war, and destruction, but one that held an inherent beauty. Much like the Uchiha Clan themselves. Shayde also took note of her condition after being shown such horrifying images, and traumatic events, but it was, unfortunately, clear she was moved, but wholly unphased by the Genjutsu. And Shayde concealed a tear of his own, for there was but one choice left to him now... But as Hiko continued, stating a secondary goal of bringing the Uchiha, Shayde did everything in his power to stifle a rather loud, blatant laugh. As he did, he pushed off the grave marker, and casually strolled towards Hiko, with a crude, curled smile, and a rising intent of hostility.
"You? Revive the Uchiha Clan?! HAHAHAHA!! Man, oh man, I've heard some knee-slappers in my time, but that really takes the cake. Allow me to enlighten you my precious, lost sibling. We Uchiha don't follow just anyone. It's rather barbaric, but we Uchiha only follow the strong. It is a trait we value, not just in those we follow, but in ourselves as well. In fact, some can take immense pride in their strength, so if someone were to challenge that by asking them to bend the knee to reunite what remained of the Clan, you could bet your last Ryo they'd take it personally. Then there's all the senseless killings. See, a lot of Uchiha in the old days were under the impression that they could attain power simply by slaughtering other Uchiha, and taking their eyes for themselves. They would murder friends and family, stealing their eyes, and swap them around like a twisted trading card game, and it's an idea some idiots, unfortunately, still circulate to this day. So getting all the Uchiha together in one place, without a single, indisputable leader to simply keep them in line would be pointless. In fact, it'd be the end of our Bloodline as we know it..."
His words were harsh, and his tone almost mocking, but Shayde meant every word of it. He had to ensure that this fledgling Uchiha knew what they were getting into, otherwise, they might as well give up now...
"It isn't not fair, but a clan is not a blade... If I were to snap your sword into a hundred fragments, all you'd need to do is commission a sword-smith to fix it. It just isn't the same for an entire Clan, or a way of life. It's a long and difficult process, and one not for the faint of heart, or weak willed. I should know... 'Cause I once had the same dream, a long time ago. But I quickly realized it was an impossibility for someone like me. I'm not strong. I can barely stomach something as simple as a teaching gig without screwing it up, apparently... It would take Madara Uchiha himself to unite this Clan under one name, and sad to say, but he's long gone. So if I were you, I'd do as I do, and take pride in my lineage, but forget such a foolish idea right now. It'll only lead you to one place..."
Shayde's hostile intentions rapidly swelled, revealing an underlying, yet vividly clear intent to kill. As he approached, he stared her down, directly in the eyes, even if Hiko herself was more alert than to meet his gaze. As he drew closer, Shayde addressed her once more. This was the last kindness Shayde could give the deluded, lost child of the Uchiha...
"And if that's what you truly want, well, I'll grant you a swift death right here and now!!"
A moment after he finished uttering his death threat, Shayde, once again, disappeared from sight, however, there were no cheap illusions, or feigned strikes that followed this sudden dematerialization. Only pain... Hiko could barely find the time to register Shayde's appearance before she was overcome by an excruciating sensation. Before she could even adjust her head to witness the strike to her abdomen, where Shayde had delivered an unrestrained punch with his right fist, Shayde had already moved his right leg into position behind Hiko's left leg, sweeping back, and removing the foothold she may have had before she would find herself doubling over in pain. As she found her body being violently jerked, and swept backwards, in the brief interval before gravity would take effect, Shayde took his right hand, which only seconds ago was responsible for the strike to Hiko's midriff, and grabbed the young woman by the throat, driving her into the ground. She would be overcome with a sudden urge to cough as blood from her intestines tried to rush up and be expelled, yet found her throat well and truly closed, as Shayde maintained his firm grasp on the young woman's throat. In fact... He began tightening it, unwaveringly staring into her eyes with every second that passed. Was this it? Was this going to be the end of her? Shayde thought to himself whether or not these thoughts would cross the young woman's mind. After what felt like an eternity, Shayde's grip loosened, but he was not done yet... A mixture of disdain, and perhaps disappointment, were plastered across a face so heavily that it could be nothing else than an act. And yet, despite what Shayde's expression was saying, these attacks were real. These strikes were not some held-back attempt at testing her skills, or toy with her. These were true attacks, with weight and purpose behind them, the meaning of which might have already crossed the young woman's mind... But she could barely find time to put her thoughts into words as Shayde took his right foot and carefully tucked it under Hiko's back right side. The purpose of this action was not immediately apparent, but as he began to raise the leg, along with Hiko in tow, his intent became clear. As the young woman was slowly, forcefully lifted from the ground, balanced on Shayde's foot, like a sports-ball, she suddenly found herself tossed towards the large stone marker, the sudden impact of which finally gave her the knock she needed to expel the blood that had failed to be coughed up earlier. Hiko would then find herself slowly collapsing, slumping on the floor with her back planted against the marker, watching as Shayde drew closer, his hand glowing with a vibrant blue hue as the cries of a thousand birds echoed through the forest surrounding the Uchiha's, both the Clan and soon Hiko herself, final resting place. Shayde stood before Hiko, staring into her eyes while his began to well up, but never once breaking eye-contact with her. His face as cold as the darkness exuding from his eyes, he asked the woman before him a single parting question;
"Do you hate me...?"