Uchiha Shisui was dead at last.
He had died to prevent the Uchiha coup and the ensuing civil war, and also to help Uchiha Itachi awaken his Mangekyō Sharingan.
He had fallen backward toward the bottom of the cliff with arms outstretched and a faint smile on his face, meeting his death with serenity.
The very instant Shisui died, two lines of blood-red tears slid from the corners of Uchiha Itachi’s eyes.
His three-tomoe Sharingan spun rapidly, transforming into a pinwheel shape.
He had successfully awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan.
Down below, Chiya, who had been waiting for a long time, moved the instant the death occurred and deposited Shisui’s body into his system warehouse.
[Ding!
A special bloodline biological entity has been detected in the system warehouse.
Would you like to extract it?] “Extract?” Chiya paused.
“Are you sure it’s not ‘fuse’?” [Ding!
The host may choose to fuse instead, if desired.] “Then extract it.” [Ding!
Congratulations, host, you have obtained a sample of the Uchiha clan bloodline.
It has been automatically stored in the system warehouse.
Would you like to consume it?] “Consume.” [Ding!
Consumption successful.
Congratulations, host, you have acquired the Uchiha bloodline!] [Ding!
A Sharingan has been detected in the system warehouse.
Would you like to consume it?] “Consume.” With the Uchiha bloodline now flowing through him, he no longer had to worry about being unable to deactivate the Sharingan.
[Ding!
Consumption successful.
Congratulations, host, you have awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan in your right eye.] Chiya walked to the riverbank and looked at his reflection in the water.
He couldn’t help but complain, “One eye…
so ugly…” Without transplanting Hashirama’s cells, frequent use of the Mangekyō carried a risk of blindness.
However, the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan was different; if one could find another Mangekyō user and consume their eyes and bloodline, it would break the shackles that only close blood relatives could fuse, creating an Eternal Mangekyō.
But for the time being, Chiya didn’t intend to use this ability.
He had no desire to turn into a one-eyed pirate.
He hurriedly deactivated the eye.
“System, open my personal panel.” [Ding!
System panel opening.] [Host: Fujiwara Chiya Gender: Male Kekkei Genkai: Sharingan Chakra Affinities: Fire, Lightning, Earth, Yin, Yang Chakra Volume: 30 “Kakashi-units” Secret Art: Tiangang Art (Reached 4th Level, includes Aura Shield and Flash skill) Ninjutsu: Fire Release (Great Fireball, Phoenix Sage Fire, Great Dragon Fire), Shadow Clone, Three Basic Jutsu, Body Flicker, Summoning Jutsu Summon: Crow Genjutsu: Kyōka Suigetsu (Controls five senses and soul), Kotoamatsukami, Genjutsu: Sharingan Taijutsu: Konoha Basic Taijutsu, Tiangang Art Techniques, Uchiha-style Shuriken & Kunai Throwing Chakra Nature Transformations: Fire, Lightning, Earth Inventory: Zanpakutō Kyōka Suigetsu, Uchiha Shisui (Deceased), Kunai x15, Shuriken x11, various clothing, space storage scroll, substitution logs x9] “The genjutsu and the summon were inherited, and the body was preserved perfectly.” Chiya murmured, glancing toward the lower reaches of the Naka River, where a figure was rapidly approaching.
Chiya whispered to himself, “Is that Itachi?
Well, since you’re here, I’ll let you hold onto that Kotoamatsukami eye for a while.” With that, Chiya took Shisui’s body out of the warehouse, placed it back in its original spot, and carefully erased all traces of his presence before vanishing from the area.
He planned to reclaim that eye during the Fourth Great Ninja War.
By then, Obito’s Mangekyō and bloodline would be his third target—as for his second, that would naturally be Fugaku Uchiha’s.
…
Meanwhile, at the Root organization base.
Back at the base, Danzo could no longer bear the agony of his severed arm and the tearing of his soul.
He immediately summoned a medical ninja to repair his left arm.
“Ah…
faster…
it’s unbearable…” Danzo urged, howling in pain.
He didn’t realize that the soul of his left arm had been severed; he only felt a bone-deep pain at the wound that nearly caused him to faint.
“Lord Danzo, it is finished.” The medical ninja wiped cold sweat from his brow.
Reattaching the limb was a master-class technical feat.
Only someone with highly advanced medical ninjutsu could have done it.
Fortunately, the person who had swung the blade was a master of his craft, leaving a perfectly clean cut; otherwise, even his skills would have struggled to reattach it.
However, before they could even breathe a sigh of relief, the left arm that had just been reattached began to necrotize at a speed visible to the naked eye, losing all vitality until it looked like a dried mummy—exactly like the state of Orochimaru’s hands after they were sealed by the Third Hokage during the Konoha Crush.
“What in the world is going on?” Danzo was furious.
The medical ninja had never encountered such a situation and stammered in terror, “Lord Danzo, I successfully reconnected the muscles, bones, blood vessels, and nerves…
This is the first time I have seen such a thing!” “Then what are you waiting for?
Go investigate!” Danzo growled impatiently.
“Yes, Lord Danzo.” The medical ninja felt as if he had been granted an amnesty and scrambled out of the room.
Feeling the sharp pain in his left arm, Danzo gritted his teeth, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.
He didn’t doubt the honesty of the medical ninja; every operative in Root had the Cursed Seal of the Tongue placed upon them, which completely eliminated the possibility of betrayal.
The problem must lie with the person who cut off his arm.
But who was that person?
Not only did they possess a Body Flicker technique that surpassed Shisui’s, but they could also inflict such irreversible damage.
Could it be the guy who controlled the Nine-Tails six years ago?
It was not impossible.
The more Danzo thought about it, the more horrified he became.
If that were the case, it would be terrifying.
If Shisui’s eye were to fall into the hands of such a person, it would be a catastrophe for Konoha no less severe than the Nine-Tails’ attack.
“No, I am the Root of Konoha; I cannot just sit by and wait for my death.” With this thought, Danzo turned to a Root ninja beside him: “Where is Orochimaru now?” “Returning to Lord Danzo, Orochimaru has rarely been in contact with us since his defection.
It is rumored that he has joined a mysterious organization, but his exact whereabouts are currently unknown,” the Root ninja replied.
“Trash…
all of you are trash…” Danzo gritted his teeth, his face livid.
“Go!
Find Orochimaru at any cost!
Also, send people to monitor the Uchiha clan closely.
If there is even the slightest disturbance, report it to me immediately!” Since losing his shot at becoming Hokage, Danzo had never suffered such a crushing defeat—he had not only lost a Mangekyō he already had in his grasp but also an arm.
He blamed everything on the Uchiha.
Orochimaru was a multi-talented genius; Danzo’s right arm, imbued with First Hokage cells, had been grafted with his help.
With him, there might be a solution.
“Yes.” The Root ninja bowed and vanished from the room.
…
On the other side, in the Hokage’s office.
Late at night, Hiruzen Sarutobi was still puffing on his pipe, waiting for the results of the Uchiha clan’s meeting.
He felt he had a firm grip on the hearts of men—whether it was the Uchiha or Danzo.
In reality, he wasn’t worried about the Uchiha stirring up any trouble.
He knew exactly what kind of man Fugaku Uchiha was: he always hesitated and was even more timid in foreign affairs than Hiruzen himself.
In this meeting, even if Shisui didn’t use Kotoamatsukami on Fugaku, as long as the Uchiha lost their most important combat power, Shisui, the coup would simply fizzle out on its own.
What he truly wanted to hear was the news of Shisui’s death.
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