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Shisui fled desperately. Poisoned, he couldn’t fight Danzō’s subordinates effectively, making even escape difficult.
Shin watched but didn’t intervene. It wasn’t his nature to interfere in matters that didn’t concern him, unless the person involved was someone he found interesting. Shisui Uchiha didn’t qualify.
Despite the poison and pursuit by Danzō and elite Root ninja—Shisui managed to escape.
He was severely injured, covered in dozens of cuts and bruises from the brief exchange.
“Danzō… I never thought you’d attack a fellow villager.” Shisui clenched his fist, enraged. Even a saint would be furious in this situation.
He waited quietly. Soon, Itachi Uchiha arrived.
“Shisui, what happened?” Itachi rushed over, alarmed by Shisui’s condition and the missing eye.
Itachi had been training when Shisui’s crow delivered a message summoning him here.
“It was Danzō.” Shisui didn’t hide the truth from Itachi.
“I’ll go find him,” Itachi said coldly.
Shisui was his mentor and friend—their bond was stronger than the one Itachi shared with his own parents. Aside from his younger brother, Shisui was the person Itachi cared about most. Seeing Shisui like this, Itachi couldn’t control his anger.
“Don’t go after Danzō. It’s useless.” Shisui shook his head. Even if Itachi confronted Danzō, Danzō would deny everything. Telling the Hokage wouldn’t help either.
“Itachi, I called you here to give you something.” Shisui reached up and plucked out his remaining eye.
“Danzō took my right eye. Take this one. I hope you’ll use it to protect the peace of Konoha.”
“Shisui, what are you planning?” Itachi asked, a sense of foreboding washing over him as Shisui handed him the eye.
“I hope my death will awaken the Uchiha Clan. I hope… they’ll abandon their plans for a coup.”
Shisui planned to commit suicide, hoping that losing him, one of their strongest members, would make the Uchiha realize the disparity in strength between their clan and Konoha and give up their plans for rebellion.
“Itachi, one last gift for you.” Shisui walked to the edge of the cliff, gave Itachi a faint smile, and then leaped into the river below.
Itachi stood frozen, clutching the Mangekyō Shisui had given him, staring blankly at the spot where Shisui had disappeared. His own Sharingan unknowingly activated.
The three tomoe spun rapidly, merging together, evolving into the Mangekyō Sharingan.
This was Shisui’s final gift to Itachi—helping him awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan.
“Shisui…” Itachi bowed his head in anguish. His best friend, his mentor, had killed himself right before his eyes.
Like a walking corpse, Itachi numbly made his way back to the Uchiha compound.
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After Itachi left, Shin suddenly appeared, his gaze fixed on the river where Shisui had jumped.
“<Universal Pull!>”
An invisible gravitational force erupted from Shin’s hand, pulling Shisui’s body from the river.
“This corpse still has some use. I’ll borrow it for a while.”
Shin took Shisui’s body and vanished.
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“Obito, long time no see.”
Hidden within Konoha—Obito startled and spun around, looking behind him.
“Shin Uzumaki?” Obito frowned. How did he find him? Was it White Zetsu?
Obito had long suspected White Zetsu was a double agent, frequently leaking information. Perhaps Shin knew his whereabouts because of White Zetsu.
Indeed, White Zetsu had told Shin that Obito was in Konoha. But finding Obito now was Shin’s own doing.
“You don’t seem very happy to see me,” Shin said with a faint smile.
Obito refocused his thoughts. He resolved that any future actions would be kept secret from White Zetsu.
“What is your purpose in Konoha? You didn’t come just to find me, did you?” Obito asked Shin.
Honestly, if possible, Obito preferred not to interact with Shin. Shin’s power exceeded his own; facing Shin made Obito feel insecure.
Thus, Obito felt a strong aversion towards Shin. Anyone would be wary of someone stronger than them, especially when their intentions were unknown.
“I came to watch the upcoming show. And you?” Shin looked at Obito. Shin already knew Obito’s purpose.
“I saw someone suitable to join the Akatsuki.” Obito’s goal was to recruit Itachi Uchiha into the Akatsuki.
“Oh? Make sure you don’t recruit a backstabber.” Shin glanced at Obito. Itachi Uchiha was a double agent. Obito probably knew this, but Shin wondered what Obito was truly planning.
“Actually, I wasn’t looking for you. I was looking for White Zetsu.”
Shin hadn’t come here specifically for Obito, but for a White Zetsu clone. Coincidentally, one happened to be following Obito.
“Shin-sama, you were looking for me?” White Zetsu asked respectfully, bowing and scraping.
Seeing White Zetsu’s subservient behavior, Obito felt a surge of anger.
Why isn’t White Zetsu ever like this with him? But considering the power difference between himself and Shin, he suppressed his feelings.
“Yes, White Zetsu, I was looking for you. But this time… I need you to make a small sacrifice,” Shin said, smiling at White Zetsu.
For some reason, seeing Shin’s smile made White Zetsu feel uneasy, a sense of foreboding creeping into its core.
“Come with me, White Zetsu.” Shin turned and walked away, ignoring Obito.
White Zetsu, though apprehensive, didn’t dare disobey Shin’s command. Shin told him to follow, and White Zetsu wouldn’t refuse. He cautiously followed behind Shin.
But the further he followed Shin, the more dangerous he felt it became.
“What does he want with White Zetsu?”
Obito watched Shin’s retreating back, pondering. Obito already considered Shin a potential enemy; he needed to analyze Shin’s every move.
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