Shisui’s body stiffened.
She fumbled around to pull out all the money she had on hand, then unzipped her vest, exposing her tightly packed combat outfit beneath.
Turning her back to Yasuka, she rummaged around a bit more.
“This is the very last of my secret stash.
Can I pay back the rest slowly in the future?”
With a dejected look on her face, Shisui handed all her cash over to Yasuka.
Looking at the topmost bills, which still carried her body heat and a faint, sweet fragrance, Yasuka took every last bit of it without hesitation.
“Fool.”
“Yasuka, you really *are* worried about me, aren’t you?”
Perhaps knowing that she might be embarking on a point of no return, Shisui grew significantly bolder, sidling up closer to Yasuka to push her luck.
Now that her unsightly flak jacket was unzipped, those massive breasts were finally freed from restriction, though she remained completely oblivious to the fact that she was repeatedly dancing in a minefield.
“Get lost!”
Irritated by Shisui’s badgering, Yasuka directly kicked her out.
As Shisui zipped her vest back up, she kept looking back at Yasuka’s retreating figure.
She might…
really care about Yasuka, just a little bit.
Once she resolved this matter and came back…
she would try to confess to Yasuka—no…
wait…
that’s not right…
she should…
try to…
um…
Itachi, as always, slept very soundly.
By the time she woke up, Satsuki was already sitting on Yasuka’s lap, swinging her clean little feet back and forth with a freshly baked cookie in her hand.
Seeing her younger sister and Yasuka getting along so harmoniously, a trace of softness entered Itachi’s eyes.
This was only acceptable because it was Yasuka; if anyone else had dared to do this, she would have absolutely hacked them into seven or eight pieces.
“Satsuki, it’s time to go home.”
Itachi called out softly.
Upon seeing her older sister, Satsuki didn’t run straight over like she usually did.
Instead, she lowered her tiny head slightly, signaling for Yasuka to give her one more head pat.
“See you next time, Satsuki.”
Yasuka granted Satsuki’s silent request and bid her a gentle farewell.
Watching this, Naruko felt a bit reluctant to see her leave, but she felt far more smug.
Because Satsuki couldn’t stay with Big Brother Yasuka forever, but *she* could.
“Hmph!
Blehh~”
Satsuki blew a raspberry at Naruko, then ran over to her sister’s side.
The two held hands and left the clinic.
“Sister…”
Satsuki gently tugged Itachi’s hand, acting all fidgety as if she were agonizing over something.
“What’s wrong, Satsuki?”
Itachi assumed Satsuki wanted to visit Yasuka’s place again tomorrow.
But she truly had no free time lately, so she likely wouldn’t be able to accompany her.
“Could you…
marry Big Brother Yasuka?!”
Satsuki had held it in for a long time before finally blurting it out.
Although she wanted to marry him too, if her older sister married Yasuka, then she could move in with them completely justified!
When that time came, she could act spoiled in front of Big Brother Yasuka every single day right in front of that smelly Naruko, completely infuriating her!
The smile gradually faded from Itachi’s face.
She had considered many possibilities, but she never expected Satsuki to ask *this*!
“Come on, please~”
Now that the cat was out of the bag, Satsuki threw all caution to the wind, wrapping herself around Itachi and acting thoroughly spoiled.
Coming to her senses, Itachi gently tapped Satsuki on the forehead and deflected the question by talking about something else.
“…”
“If you don’t want him, Sister, then I’m going to claim him for myself…”
Satsuki, clutching her forehead, didn’t get angry at all.
Since her sister had rejected the idea, she wasn’t going to be polite.
Itachi didn’t take her sister’s playful antics to heart.
After all, how old was Satsuki?
How could she possibly understand such things?
“Itachi.”
Shisui suddenly materialized, greeting Itachi and indicating that she wanted to have a word with her.
“Alright.”
The two girls first escorted Satsuki back home, and then chatted while taking a stroll.
They talked about many things—from the past to the present, and from themselves to the village.
At the very end, Shisui gently patted Itachi on the shoulder, carrying a profound air of passing the torch over to her.
Late at night, Shisui met with Danzo in person.
However, due to Yasuka’s prior warning, she maintained a few extra layers of vigilance against this Hokage Assistant.
As the two discussed the disposal of the Uchiha, Danzo edged closer to Shisui inch by inch.
The exact moment Shisui momentarily lowered her guard, his left hand violently lunged forward.
Just as his fingers were about to gouge out her eye, Shisui raised her hand and firmly seized Danzo’s arm, her eyes filled with deep disappointment and sorrow.
“Lord Danzo, can you truly not grant the Uchiha even a single path to survival?”
The hidden members of the Root materialized, joining forces in an attempt to assassinate Shisui.
Yet, their kunai and swords stopped dead half a meter before her.
A green ribcage of skeletal armor manifested around Shisui’s body.
Danzo’s face contorted in utter shock; he hadn’t expected Shisui to actually dare to fight back against him.
“I don’t understand.
The Uchiha have always been a part of Konoha.
Why is it that you simply refuse to accept us?”
At this moment, Shisui’s idealized perception of Konoha shattered completely.
Yasuka had been right all along; she…
really was a fool.
“What right does the inherently evil Uchiha clan have to integrate into Konoha?!
All of you should drop dead!
Every single one of you should die until not a single soul remains!!!”
The sight of the Susanoo seemed to trigger some deeply unpleasant, buried memories within Danzo, causing him to roar and bellow like a rabid old dog.
But Danzo was very quickly rendered unable to scream.
The Susanoo ribcage behind Shisui reached out and brutally ripped Danzo’s left arm completely off.
“If that’s how it is, then let all of you witness exactly how terrifying the ‘evil Uchiha’ can truly be.”
Shisui completely cast aside her hesitation, deciding to use her own strength to execute the “nuclear deterrence” Yasuka had spoken of.
She loved the village, of course, but she loved her own clan just as much.
She could not choose one over the other, nor could she stand by and watch one destroy the other.
If pushed to the brink, she, too, knew a thing or two about violence!
The Susanoo rapidly materialized, achieving its complete form within a few mere breaths.
The Root members threw away their lives in droves, yet they remained entirely unable to halt Shisui as she walked toward Danzo step by step.
This wasn’t a battle; it was a one-sided slaughter.
However, the exact moment Shisui impaled Danzo through the chest, his body vanished into thin air, rematerializing a short distance away, his face deathly pale.
“Izanagi?”
Shisui’s gaze locked onto the bandages covering Danzo.
Precise with her timing, she rapidly wove hand signs and utilized the Fire Release: Great Fire Dragon Technique to incinerate Danzo once more.
With the bandages thoroughly burned away this time, the Sharingan embedded all over Danzo’s right eye and right arm were laid bare.
If Shisui had merely been disappointed before, it was now completely replaced by pure, unadulterated rage.
Every single Sharingan on that arm was a relic belonging to her deceased clansmen.
Yet, they were currently desecrated, crudely grafted onto his flesh like a monster.
In particular, the Mangekyō embedded in Danzo’s eye socket felt sickeningly familiar to her—as if it were the eye of her own flesh and blood.
“I will kill you!!!”
Shisui thoroughly abandoned her moral boundaries, transforming into a emerald-colored Asura as she systematically butchered Danzo over and over.
One, two, three, four.
Danzo possessed absolutely no means to counter the Susanoo; he could only be killed by Shisui repeatedly, forcing him to burn through his Sharingan to resurrect.
Just as he was down to his very last eye, the Adamantine Staff forcefully swung down, blocking the strike.
Shisui looked toward the hastily arriving Third Hokage, and the final remnants of her illusions and convictions crumbled into dust.
“Lord Third, did you…
did you not see?
It was clearly Danzo who—”
“Shisui, there must be some sort of misunderstanding here!
Calm down first.” The Third Hokage instinctively began to smooth things over, while simultaneously cursing Danzo in his mind for losing his mind and pushing Shisui to such an extreme.
Hearing this same old attempt to sweep things under the rug, Shisui, now utterly disillusioned, had no interest in listening further.
Right in front of all the arriving Jonin, she drew a cold blade across her forehead protector.
“If you want to destroy my clan, then even if I die, I will drag all of you to hell with me.”
“Now…
let us begin.”