“Now is the time.” Just as the two were about to separate—in the split second of absolute tension—Chiya, who had been hiding in the shadows waiting, finally moved.
He erupted with the full force of his fourth-level Tiangang Art, combining its innate “Flash” skill with the Body Flicker Technique to reach an extreme, almost godlike speed.
No one, not even Shisui—who was in agony from losing his right eye—saw exactly what happened.
All they saw was a flash of blade light cut between the two figures.
When they finally separated, Shisui had lost his right eye, and Danzo had lost his entire left arm.
“This…
what the hell just happened…” Danzo, who had thought victory was in his grasp, stared with hollow eyes at his severed arm lying on the ground.
His palm was open, but the Sharingan was nowhere to be found.
A second later, a stabbing pain from the depths of his soul washed over him.
Danzo couldn’t hold back a heart-wrenching howl: “Ahhhhhhh!” Chiya sneered coldly, not lingering for even a second before walking away.
Danzo’s left arm was now completely useless; he hadn’t just been cut by a physical blade, but by a Zanpakutō.
What was severed wasn’t just flesh, but his very soul.
From this day on, unless he installed a puppet arm, even if he grafted a new limb, it would simply necrotize and fail to condense any chakra.
Such a headache—let him deal with it himself.
“Lord Danzo…” The Root ninjas hiding in the shadows were terrified.
They appeared instantly to shield him, but they hadn’t even caught a glimpse of what had happened.
They only saw a blur, and Danzo’s arm was gone.
Shisui recovered quickly.
He clutched his empty right eye socket, looked at Danzo’s severed limb, and realizing that a third party had intervened, he quickly formed hand seals.
“Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!” A massive fireball roared toward Danzo and his Root ninjas.
These Root operatives had been specifically positioned there to deal with Shisui, and they immediately responded with their own seals: “Water Release: Water Severing Wave!” Fire and water collided, erupting into a massive cloud of steam.
Shisui seized the opportunity to escape.
The Root ninjas turned to Danzo: “Lord Danzo, Uchiha Shisui has escaped.” “Damn it!
Who the hell was that…” Danzo’s face was distorted.
He clutched his left shoulder in pain, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes filled with frustration and rage.
He had always been a master of calculation, yet today he’d been “plucked” by someone else.
It was absolutely outrageous.
“Lord Danzo, should we pursue him…” one of the Root ninjas suggested.
“Pursue?
Pursue what?!
Quickly, secure my left arm and get me back to Root!” Danzo roared.
Even though he hadn’t seen who had severed his arm, he knew it couldn’t have been Uchiha Shisui.
In that situation, Shisui didn’t have the ability, nor would he have dared to do such a thing.
Now that Danzo had used up his Sharingan, his body was severely wounded, and his right arm—grafted with First Hokage cells—was still sealed and not suitable for use within Konoha.
If that mysterious person were to attack again, he’d be a dead man!
…
On the other side, Chiya, having successfully obtained Shisui’s Kotoamatsukami, didn’t choose to reveal himself.
Instead, he went to the Naka River, the place where Uchiha Shisui was destined to meet his end.
“So this is Kotoamatsukami?” Looking at Shisui’s right eye, which he had swiped from Danzo, Chiya felt a wave of nausea.
He tossed it into his system warehouse.
Time and space in the system warehouse were absolutely frozen; he had experimented with rabbits and fish, and they remained perfectly fine after a long period, so the Sharingan would be safe.
As for transplanting it?
Chiya had no such desire.
He couldn’t bring himself to do something as insane as gouging out his own eyes.
Nor did he want to end up like Kakashi, dragged down by the Sharingan due to a lack of Uchiha blood, eventually going blind—that would be a terrible trade-off.
Plus, a single mismatched Sharingan looked terrible.
If he were going to do it, he’d rather follow Itachi’s lead and transplant it into a summon.
Now that would be elegant.
However, the moment he tossed the eye into the warehouse, a long-lost system notification sounded: [Ding!
Detected an eye from the Naruto world in the system warehouse.
Would you like to fuse it?] “What happens if I fuse it?” Chiya asked in his mind.
[Ding!
It will replace the host’s right eye.] “Damn it, then why the hell would I fuse it?
I don’t want to be the second Kakashi.” Chiya’s mouth twitched.
He looked up at the cliff, his eyes glinting.
“System, what if I toss Uchiha Shisui into the system warehouse?” [Ding!
If the host doesn’t mind a split personality, feel free to fuse.] “Damn.
Only an idiot would do that.” Chiya cursed.
He decided to stop overthinking it.
Either way, Shisui was going to commit suicide anyway.
Dead or alive, he’d just toss him into the warehouse later and see what happened.
Meanwhile.
Shisui and Itachi arrived at the top of the cliff—the place they used to play together as children.
“Shisui…
your eye?” Itachi was a man who rarely expressed emotion; though his face remained calm, a killing intent was brewing in his heart.
“As you can see, it was taken.” Shisui turned back, a self-deprecating smile on his face, revealing the empty socket.
He continued: “The Uchiha coup can no longer be stopped.
If Konoha falls into internal war, other countries will surely seize the opportunity to invade, triggering the Fourth Great Ninja War.
I wanted to use Kotoamatsukami to stop the coup, but I didn’t expect Danzo to take my right eye.” “I was too naive.
Danzo has never trusted anyone.
He is willing to sacrifice everything to protect the village in his own way.” “It’s a pity that in the end, it was all for nothing.
I’ve just been a stepping stone for someone else.” “A mysterious person appeared the moment Danzo took my eye and severed Danzo’s left arm.
The speed was so fast that even my Body Flicker couldn’t keep up.
Now, I fear my left eye has become his target as well.
And Danzo will not stop there.” At this, Shisui mused for a moment and removed his remaining left eye.
“So, before this one is taken as well, I intend to entrust it to you for safekeeping.” “Shisui…” Hearing this, Itachi, who never showed his emotions, could no longer maintain his composure.
His eyes misted over as he spoke with difficulty.
“After all, you are the only trusted friend I have left.
You must protect the village, and you must protect the Uchiha.” Shisui smiled with relief.
He opened his left hand, revealing the blood-soaked eyeball.
He had already accepted his death.
Itachi closed his eyes in pain, summoned a crow, and accepted Shisui’s eye.
“I have received your eye.
What will you do now?” “If I die, the situation will inevitably change.
The Uchiha coup will come to nothing.
I have already left my suicide note.” Shisui slowly stepped backward toward the edge of the cliff.
“Wait…
Shisui…” Seeing this, Itachi could no longer keep calm and tried to stop him, but Shisui said: “Don’t stop me, if you are still my friend.” With those words, Shisui leaned back, fell toward the bottom of the cliff, and slowly disappeared into the darkness.