The setting sun dyed the sky of Konoha red, and the orange-red light spilled onto the training ground.
Naruto sat on the ground, panting, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“Dad, is today’s training enough? I’m almost dead from exhaustion!”
In response, Madara in the seal space crossed his arms and glanced at him coldly.
“You’re tired from just this much?”
“Hey! I’ve been training for five consecutive hours!” Naruto protested indignantly.
Madara was about to retort a few more times when suddenly, his Sharingan twitched slightly, and his gaze shifted to the distant forest.
A familiar chakra fluctuation emanated from there—it was the Uchiha clan’s dōjutsu, and it was…
engaged in fierce combat.
“Alright, training is over for now. You can get up.” Madara’s voice suddenly deepened.
Naruto blinked.
“What’s wrong?”
“Someone is causing trouble on Konoha’s territory,” Madara’s lips curled into a cold smile.
“I’d like to see who dares to be so bold.”
Naruto blinked.
“Uh… so?”
Naruto was a bit confused by Madara’s reaction.
He had clearly said before that he didn’t care about Konoha or the Hokage.
Why was he acting today as if Konoha was his territory, and anyone causing trouble would be killed?
“So—” Madara’s voice carried an undeniable command.
“Now, immediately, go and see.”
The scene shifted to a clearing in the forest on the outskirts of Konoha.
The training ground on the outskirts of Konoha was dyed blood-red by the setting sun.
Shisui Uchiha’s breathing was exceptionally clear in the silent forest.
His right hand tightly gripped a kunai, his knuckles turning white from the force.
Twelve Root ninjas surrounded him like ghosts from all directions, their masks glinting coldly in the twilight.
A shuriken suddenly sliced through the air.
The moment Shisui dodged sideways, three figures attacked simultaneously from three directions.
Seeing this, Shisui quickly formed hand seals.
“Fire Style: Great Fire Dragon Jutsu!”
“Water Style: Water Wall!”
A scorching fire dragon roared and charged towards the enemy directly in front of him, only to be intercepted by a Water Wall that suddenly rose.
A large amount of white steam erupted, temporarily blocking the Root members’ attack.
“As expected of Teleportation Shisui.”
Danzō walked over slowly, leaning on his cane.
“But today, you won’t escape.”
Shisui gritted his teeth, his Sharingan spinning rapidly, taking in every enemy’s movement.
He noticed that the positioning of these Root ninjas was extremely precise—three ninjas per group, each group maintaining a perfect offensive and defensive distance.
Even more terrifying was that they had completely abandoned their individual will, like precision killing machines.
“Danzō-sama,”
Shisui suppressed the churning chakra, his voice still steady.
“You should know that Kotoamatsukami was to prevent the Uchiha clan’s coup. This was a plan personally approved by Lord Third.”
Danzō’s lips twisted into a strange smile.
“Using the strongest genjutsu to appease a bunch of traitors? What a waste.”
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“Hand it over to me. I can use it to create greater value for Konoha.”
Shisui suddenly felt a chill.
In his Sharingan’s vision, Danzō’s chakra flow under the bandages was unusually turbid, like…
mixed with some power that didn’t belong to him.
“So that’s how it is…” Shisui’s pupils contracted sharply.
“You already…”
Before he could finish speaking, the Root ninja to his left suddenly attacked.
“Wind Style: Vacuum Sphere!”
A high-pressure air bullet whistled towards him.
The moment Shisui dodged with Teleportation Jutsu, the enemy to his right completed his hand seals.
“Earth Style: Swamp of the Underworld!”
The ground beneath his feet instantly turned into a muddy swamp.
“Hah!” Shisui roared, chakra erupting from the soles of his feet.
He shot upwards like an arrow released from a bow.
But waiting for him were the third group of enemies who had already ambushed in the air—six shuriken attached with explosive tags attacked simultaneously.
“Boom boom boom!”
Amidst the explosion of flames, Shisui’s figure landed in a sorry state.
His forehead protector was blown off, and blood seeping from his temple blurred the vision in his left eye.
Worse still, he felt his chakra rapidly depleting.
“Damn it, it’s poison gas…”
Shisui couldn’t help but kneel on the ground.
“Your last chance, Shisui,” Danzō’s voice was like a viper’s hiss.
“Hand over Kotoamatsukami, and I can let you die with dignity.”
Shisui suddenly laughed, blood dripping down his chin.
“Danzō-sama… have you forgotten how ‘Teleportation Shisui’ got its name?”
His hands suddenly turned into afterimages, his hand seals forming so quickly that even the Sharingan could barely capture them.
“Phantom Teleportation Jutsu!”
In an instant, dozens of Shisui clones appeared simultaneously, each with a real chakra fluctuation.
The Root ninjas’ formation was in chaos for the first time; they couldn’t distinguish which was the real body.
“It’s useless,” Danzō sneered, forming a strange hand seal with both hands.
“Wood Style: Deep Forest Emergence!”
Shisui was shocked.
Wood Style?
That was the First Hokage’s unique kekkei genkai.
How could Danzō possibly possess it?
Before Shisui could recover, several wooden vines suddenly shot out from the ground, precisely entangling one of the Shisui clones.
The other clones instantly dissipated—this was Danzō’s true trump card.
He had already secretly planted Wood Style seeds during the battle.
Shisui was tightly bound by the vines, his ribs emitting sounds of unbearable strain.
Even more terrifying was that these wooden vines were absorbing his chakra!
“Surprised?” Danzō walked closer slowly.
“Do you think this old man can live this long for no reason?”
He reached out and, amidst Shisui’s screams, brutally gouged out the latter’s right eye.
Scarlet blood dripped from his fingers onto the ground.
“For Konoha, any power is worth pursuing.”
Shisui’s vision began to blur, but he still stared intently at Danzō.
“You… have already fallen…”
“No, it’s that you Uchiha are too naive,” Danzō reached out again, preparing to gouge out the left eye.
“Farewell, Teleportation Shisui—”
Just at this critical moment, Shisui’s left eye suddenly emitted an eerie red glow.
The Mangekyō pattern spun wildly, and an unprecedented chakra erupted!
“What is this…?!” Danzō’s expression changed drastically, and he quickly retreated.
Emerald green chakra erupted towards the sky like a volcanic eruption, condensing into a giant skeletal frame in the air.
Following that, the meridians, muscles, and armor formed in sequence—Susanoo, First Stage!
The giant fist of the Susanoo smashed down, and the ground instantly collapsed.
Three Root ninjas who couldn’t dodge in time were crushed into mincemeat.
Danzō scrambled to dodge, his sleeve torn to shreds by the aftershock, revealing his unnaturally pale arm.
“How is this possible… A single eye activating Susanoo?!” Danzō’s voice trembled for the first time.
Susanoo, that was the ultimate dōjutsu that only Mangekyō Sharingan users could unleash.
According to records, activating Susanoo required both eyes to be used to their utmost.
Yet, the Shisui before him had activated Susanoo with just a single eye.
Within the Susanoo, Shisui’s seven orifices bled, but his eyes remained firm.
“Danzō… you will never… understand… the power of the Uchiha…”
The emerald green giant raised a spiraling longsword, its blade wrapped in blazing chakra flames.
If this blow landed, the entire training ground would be reduced to ashes.
However, just as the spiraling longsword was about to fall, the Susanoo suddenly began to collapse.
Shisui’s chakra was finally depleted, and the giant samurai shattered like glass.
He fell heavily to the ground, completely losing consciousness.
Danzō crawled out from behind the cover, a grinning of relief on his face.
“It seems… victory still belongs to me…”
He dragged his injured body towards Shisui, his single eye gleaming with greed.
“The strongest genjutsu eye… is mine…”
Just as his fingers were about to touch Shisui’s eyelids…
A golden figure shot between them like lightning!
Danzō was kicked flying, crashing through three large trees before stopping.
He looked up in horror and saw Naruto Uzumaki standing in front of Shisui.
But even more terrifying was—the blond brat’s right eye was currently flashing with a scarlet Mangekyō Sharingan.
“Danzō Shimura…” Naruto spoke, but the voice that emerged was the deep, low tone of an adult male.
“That brat who used to follow Tobirama around, his methods are still as disgusting as ever.”
Danzō’s pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks.
This voice, he would never forget it in his life.
“U… Uchiha… Madara?!”
“Dare to touch someone of the Uchiha…”
“Are you prepared to die?”
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