“Go.
I have only one request: try not to shed blood.” Fugaku’s voice deepened, and he added at the end, “I’ll have Yakumi assist you.” After saying this, he turned and walked outside.
To avoid potential trouble later, he needed to disappear for a while, at least until the matter with the Radicals reached a temporary conclusion.
Just as he reached the door, Fugaku paused and looked back at Itachi, his eyes filled with gravity.
“Itachi, I was serious about what I just said.
Make your decision as soon as possible.
Don’t make your family and friends worry about you.” Itachi watched his father’s receding figure, and that familiar sense of confusion surged within him once more, like a thin mist that left him feeling somewhat suffocated.
He turned around, his gaze falling on Shisui beside him, his tone clearly pleading for help.
“Shisui, what do you think I should do?” Shisui patted his shoulder gently, a warm smile slowly appearing on his face.
“Itachi, perhaps you could try working hard to become a Konoha Jonin and get along well with everyone in the Village.” “Perhaps once you’ve spent more time with your comrades in the Village, their perception of our clan might change.” A trace of self-reproach flickered in Shisui’s heart.
As Itachi’s close friend, he hadn’t even noticed that something was wrong with the boy’s state of mind.
The conflict between the clan and the Village was still too heavy a burden for him to bear.
After all, no matter how much of a recognized genius Itachi was, he was still just an eleven-year-old child.
Because of Itachi’s maturity, Shisui had shared problems he couldn’t even solve himself with him; it was truly unseemly…
“Leave it to me,” Shisui said, pressing his right hand gently against his chest, his tone exceptionally serious.
“Both the Clan Leader and I have the Mangekyo.
We will surely find a path to peace.” Seeing Shisui’s ever-gentle demeanor, Itachi looked away, feeling a bit embarrassed.
After a long silence, he finally whispered a soft “Okay,” his voice as light as a breeze.
Shisui breathed a silent sigh of relief when he saw him nod in agreement—he had finally managed to pull him back from that stubborn, narrow-minded path.
He was still thinking to himself: The police Squad really isn’t a good place.
What if Itachi joined and got into a conflict with the clansmen?
Given his extreme thoughts just now, such a thing was entirely possible.
“Then I’ll be going now.
I need to find a way to stop the Radicals’ plans.” Shisui patted Itachi’s shoulder again, then turned and walked toward the door.
He had only walked a few steps out the door when a figure suddenly intercepted him—it was Uchiha Yakumi, who had previously infiltrated the Radicals’ meeting.
“The Clan Leader asked me to give this to you.” Yakumi handed over a scroll, his tone carrying a hint of caution.
“Be careful.” Recorded in this scroll were all the discussions from the Radicals’ meetings.
Yakumi had done this sort of thing countless times, but this time, the contents were truly explosive.
He had gradually realized something was off—during the meeting, he had almost been led by the nose by that kid Yashiro.
Shisui took the intelligence and gave Yakumi a slight nod.
In the next second, his figure vanished instantly from the spot.
Yakumi looked in the direction where Shisui had disappeared and couldn’t help but marvel, “That guy Shisui is really fast.
He truly deserves the name ‘Shisui of the Body Flicker’.” After glancing in that direction a few more times, he also immediately departed using the Body Flicker in another direction.
Just as Yashiro had said, the Village’s surveillance of the Uchiha was increasing; it was best not to linger in one place for too long.
…
On the other side, Shisui returned home and immediately opened the intelligence scroll to read it carefully.
As he read, his eyes widened—were the Radicals already this desperate?
They were actually planning to take action and even wanted to present it as a fait accompli.
Fortunately, the Clan Leader wasn’t actually on their side; otherwise, they might have truly dared to launch a Coup directly.
Now that he had this intelligence and the Clan Leader’s support, these Radicals shouldn’t be able to cause much trouble.
“It seems like the turning point for everything was brought about by that child named Uzumaki Sora?
Little Sora?” It was precisely because of Sora’s existence that he and many others in the clan discovered new circumstances; it was also because of this that he and Itachi could have an open and honest talk with the Clan Leader and finally reach a consensus.
At this thought, a faint smile appeared on Shisui’s face.
He was looking forward to meeting this child more and more now.
Once the issue with the Radicals was resolved, he would go see him.
“Summoning Jutsu—Crow!” *Poof!* A cloud of white smoke suddenly dispersed, and a black-feathered crow landed steadily on the back of his hand.
Shisui gently tapped the crow’s forehead with his fingertip and spoke warmly, “Tama, I need your help.
Keep a close eye on things and give me a warning if anything happens.” Tama nodded gently, nuzzled his palm affectionately, and then flapped its wings toward the sky, quickly becoming a tiny black dot in the distance.
Shisui watched the direction the crow flew for a moment, then his figure vanished in an instant, leaving only a few fallen leaves swirling gently on the spot.
…
Yashiro had now regained his composure, looking like a completely different person compared to when he was talking grandly about dreams at the meeting.
He looked at Tekka and Inabi beside him, unable to hide the smile on his face.
“Tekka, Inabi, our cause is gaining more and more support now.” “From now on, it doesn’t matter if the Clan Leader actually takes action or is just paying lip service.
Once things reach that stage, the old man will have no choice but to follow us.” Tekka and Inabi also laughed along.
The three of them walked side by side, having already agreed to go to an Izakaya for a few drinks and recruit more like-minded partners while they were there.
On a utility pole not far behind them, Shisui was perched, his crimson Sharingan coldly watching their every move, hearing their conversation clearly.
“I heard that the Second Young Master going to the Jinchuriki’s side was arranged by Itachi?” Tekka’s voice rang out again, his tone a bit uncertain.
“Could it be that he’s finally come to his senses and joined our side?” “Who knows?” Yashiro replied.
“If that’s the case, then naturally it’s for the best; after all, we’re all of the same clan.
But if that guy is still on the Hokage’s side…” He didn’t finish, but his tone had grown colder.
“Then we’ll just have to meet him blade to blade.”