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“Still chatting at a time like this? Do you really not take Shisui Uchiha seriously?” Shin commented, watching Hiruzen and Danzō converse.
‘Are they that confident in their strength?’ Shin mused. Looks like Shisui isn’t posing enough of a threat. Should he raise the difficulty for them?
Shin stroked his chin, considering whether to add more chaos to Konoha’s situation.
Fortunately, Hiruzen didn’t know Shin’s thoughts; otherwise, he might have coughed up blood from sheer frustration. Konoha was already barely holding on; increasing the difficulty would be disastrous.
Perhaps sensing Hiruzen and Danzō’s lack of focus, Shisui Uchiha couldn’t stand it anymore and unleashed another ultimate attack.
The magatama in his Susanoo‘s chest pulsed again, releasing an even denser barrage of green chakra arrows than before.
As the battle raged, Shisui became increasingly proficient with his Susanoo‘s power. Although he possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan, he hadn’t used Susanoo often before. Aside from his fight with Pain, he had always tried to avoid it due to the immense cost—blindness and extreme physical strain.
“Danzō, stop discussing who revived Shisui! The most important thing now is to block his attacks!” Hiruzen yelled, trying his best to protect the Konoha ninja.
If he had time, Hiruzen would have liked to ask about the history between Shisui and Danzō. Shisui’s earlier hateful roar towards Danzō clearly indicated a hidden story. And how did Shisui really die? There were too many unanswered questions.
But Hiruzen had no time to interrogate Danzō now. Shisui’s relentless assault gave him no reprieve.
Even with Hiruzen and Danzō working together, they were still being overwhelmed by Shisui. However, their combined efforts did alleviate much of the pressure.
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Meanwhile, the battle between Fugaku Uchiha and Itachi Uchiha was far more brutal. Itachi knelt on the ground, his Susanoo flickering, barely holding together.
His vision blurred, his body wracked with bone-deep pain and exhaustion. Itachi gritted his teeth, pushing through the agony.
Fugaku, in comparison, was in slightly better shape. Your father is still your father. The current Itachi was still too inexperienced compared to Fugaku.
In the original story, Itachi succeeded in the massacre because Fugaku didn’t resist, essentially waiting to be killed by his son.
Now, Fugaku was fighting back, showing Itachi that his position as Clan Head wasn’t just due to connections—it was earned through strength.
However, “Better shape” was relative. The cost of using Susanoo was immense, evident from the blood streaming from Fugaku’s eyes.
“Itachi, if you turn back now and help the Uchiha Clan, I can forgive you.” Fugaku’s heart softened. Itachi was his greatest pride; he loved his son dearly.
“Father, I should be saying that to you. Think about the consequences! Even if the Uchiha Clan succeeds in the coup, it will ultimately lead to war!” Itachi replied painfully.
“It seems your will won’t waver. Fine. Consider me without a son then.” Fugaku’s face was expressionless, but his sorrow was palpable. Father fighting son—it was too cruel.
“I’m sorry, Father.”
After apologizing, Itachi’s Susanoo wielded the Totsuka Blade, a spirit weapon formed from chakra with no physical form, and thrust it towards Fugaku. Anyone pierced by the Totsuka Blade would be sealed away forever in a genjutsu world of drunken dreams.
The Totsuka Blade pierced through Fugaku’s Susanoo, heading towards Fugaku himself, who stood within the construct. If struck, Fugaku would inevitably be sealed.
Sensing the imminent danger, Fugaku abandoned his Susanoo, narrowly dodging his son’s attack.
“From now on, I will show no mercy.” Fugaku said, suppressing his inner rage.
“<Yasaka Magatama!>”
“<Yasaka Magatama!>”
Father and son unleashed the same technique simultaneously. The collision resulted in a deafening explosion.
The Uchiha compound was completely leveled.
Itachi coughed up blood, unable to maintain his Susanoo any longer. It dissipated.
He quickly swallowed a handful of Soldier Pills, replenishing some of his depleted chakra.
Fugaku also deactivated his Susanoo. He couldn’t maintain it either. The drain was too great.
It wasn’t a lack of chakra that forced Fugaku to stop, but insufficient ocular power.
Compared to Itachi, Fugaku’s ocular power was average.
His vision blurred completely; Fugaku’s eyes were on the verge of blindness. This was normal. Fugaku had used his Mangekyō Sharingan before in dangerous situations, already consuming much of its power.
Stab!
The sound of a blade piercing flesh echoed. Fugaku’s eyes widened as he looked down at the ninja sword suddenly protruding from his body.
“Itachi, I helped you out. You don’t mind, do you?” Obito asked Itachi.
Yes, it was Obito who had stabbed Fugaku. He had been observing their fight the entire time.
When Fugaku deactivated his Susanoo, his attention focused entirely on Itachi, Obito seized the opportunity to launch a surprise attack.
No one had expected Obito’s sudden intervention, not even Itachi.
“Die.”
Fugaku wasn’t dead yet; the stab hadn’t hit a vital point. He quickly swung his kunai backward, but it passed harmlessly through Obito’s intangible form.
“Father, rest in peace.”
Itachi suppressed his inner turmoil, appeared instantly before Fugaku using Body Flicker, and thrust his katana through Fugaku’s heart.
Fugaku’s eyes widened, filled with intense unwillingness as he died.
‘Just like this? Dying so unjustly?’ Fugaku couldn’t accept it.
“<Amaterasu!>”
Just then, Itachi suddenly unleashed Amaterasu. Black flames instantly engulfed Fugaku’s body, reducing it to ashes within the dark inferno.
Itachi hadn’t intended to desecrate his father’s corpse. He had done it because he noticed the masked man eyeing his father’s Mangekyō Sharingan.
To prevent the eyes from falling into the hands of this self-proclaimed Madara Uchiha, Itachi used Amaterasu to destroy them.
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