Hearing the singing coming from inside, Shisui’s face twitched.
Even though only one person lived here, the house was always this chaotic.
“Yo, yo, check it out!
Little Shisui, you’re back!
Dinner’s almost ready, so go wash your squeaky-clean butt and get ready to eat!” Kazuki Uchiha turned around at the sound of the door opening.
He was clearly hyped up, bouncing around without any sign of stopping.
Watching Kazuki holding a giant ladle while spinning and leaping around, Shisui felt his eyelid twitch.
He was reminded of a certain famous rapper—next to Kazuki, that guy would look like a complete amateur.
Besides, what did washing one’s rear end have to do with eating dinner?
*Deep breath!
Calm down.* Just then, a mouthwatering aroma wafted toward him.
Shisui’s expression shifted slightly.
He had to admit that while Kazuki’s personality was tormenting, his culinary skills were top-notch—he was practically the top chef in Konoha!
Every dish he prepared looked like a work of art.
Not only could he cook incredible meals, but he could also craft exquisite pastries with unique flavors that were hugely popular among Konoha’s children and young women.
As for the alcohol Kazuki brewed, although Shisui had never tried it himself, the fact that the Hokage had dropped by several times just to get a bottle was proof enough of its quality.
There was even a rumor that Tsunade’s public recognition of Kazuki as her disciple was tied to his booze.
For a master to treat a disciple like that was the ultimate form of a free ride!
Strictly speaking, Kazuki was actually a disciple of Orochimaru, one of the Sannin!
Tsunade and Jiraiya had only claimed to be his teachers later on, and whether they had actually taught him anything of substance was still up for debate.
During the Third Shinobi World War, Orochimaru had taken a liking to Kazuki.
Kazuki personally suspected it was mostly because his appearance filled the void left by Nawaki’s death.
Nawaki, Tsunade’s younger brother and the heir of the Senju clan, bore a slight resemblance to him.
However, Kazuki was an Uchiha—a sensitive identity.
As the Hokage’s student and a frontrunner candidate for the Fourth Hokage at the time, Orochimaru didn’t dare take him on as an apprentice lightly, even if Kazuki was a descendant of Kagami Uchiha.
Yet one day, Orochimaru suddenly accepted Kazuki as his disciple in front of everyone.
He meticulously taught him ninjutsu, keeping a very high profile in both word and deed.
That was the very day Minato Namikaze was internally selected to become the Fourth Hokage…
*** “Kazuki, put that down.
I have something to tell you.” Shisui’s expression turned grim.
“What’s wrong?” Kazuki paused, put down the ladle, and sat on a chair, his face instantly becoming just as solemn.
“Looking at you…
don’t tell me you…” “Stop!” Shisui interrupted hastily.
“Don’t say anything, Kazuki.
Just listen to me.” “Sigh!” Kazuki let out a heavy breath and muttered, “Fine, I get it.
I know everything.
Just lay it on me.
Are you constipated and need me to cook something to clear your bowels, or did your hemorrhoids flare up and you want me to…” “I told you, don’t talk!
Listen to me!” Shisui couldn’t help shouting.
Constipated?
Hemorrhoids?
Even if I had those problems, how the hell would you know?!
The more he thought about it, the more horrifying it got!
“You’re yelling at me?” Kazuki’s eyes welled with tears.
He looked at Shisui, his voice trembling.
“We’re brothers!
Blood brothers!
You’re shouting at me over something so trivial?
You’ve changed, Shisui!
You’ve changed so much I don’t even recognize you anymore!
Get out!
Get out, I don’t want to see you!” His final words were packed with grief and righteous fury.
*Here it comes!
It’s starting again!* Outside, the neighbors who overheard the commotion shook their heads in unison.
*Oh, Shisui, Shisui…
why did you have to provoke Kazuki Uchiha?* Shisui lost all his energy and slumped into the chair, his lips quivering.
“Brother…
I was wrong.” Someone was playing crazy again.
Even though the act was completely fake…
precisely because it was so fake, it was even more infuriating.
Did he want to let the other guy keep acting?
Did he want this to go on forever?
If not, he had to apologize honestly.
Otherwise, the guy had a hundred different ways to force him into submission!
Kazuki looked down at him with a haughty air.
“Where did you go wrong?” Shisui choked back a sob.
“I’m never right.
Whenever I’m in front of you, everything I do is a mistake!
My very existence is a mistake!
If your middle name is Uchiha Perfect, mine is Uchiha Wrong!” Shisui wondered what kind of priceless expression he was wearing right now.
“Sigh!” Kazuki sighed softly.
“Since you’ve realized your shortcomings, fine, I forgive you.” “Can…
can I talk now?” Shisui’s eyes were moist too.
Kazuki was clearly fake-crying, but Shisui actually felt like weeping.
“Speak!” Kazuki adjusted his posture, his expression returning to absolute calm.
Piece of cake.
There was nobody he couldn’t handle.
Shisui of the Teleportation?
He had long been molded into his own rhythm.
No matter how messed up the timeline of the Ninja World got, the key figures who changed the world wouldn’t change.
Their terrifying abilities wouldn’t change either.
And Shisui was definitely one of them!
As his older brother, Shisui offered a natural advantage—how could Kazuki not make use of him?
Shisui’s Mangekyo ability: Kotoamatsukami!
Kazuki bet that if Madara Uchiha knew about it, he’d definitely declare: *I, Madara Uchiha, acknowledge you as the strongest…* Shisui wanted to speak, but he hesitated.
Dammit!
The serious atmosphere was completely ruined again!
He had been so earnest just a moment ago!
“I want to ask…
is your Sharingan still at three tomoe?” He decided to ask directly.
After all, this was his biological brother.
Besides, Shisui really didn’t have the mental energy to beat around the bush.
Probe subtly?
Screw that!
Just being able to finish a full sentence in front of Kazuki was already a massive victory.
When it came to deflecting and derailing conversations, Kazuki was practically Hokage-level.
Kazuki answered briskly, “Nope!” “Really?!” Although he had anticipated it, Shisui still almost jumped out of his seat.
Was his guess right?
Was Kazuki a Mangekyo wielder as well?
Shisui’s breathing hitched.
Did the Uchiha clan currently possess two Mangekyo Sharingan wielders?
This news was guaranteed to shake Konoha, if not the entire Ninja World!
The internal balance of power within Konoha would be completely rewritten because of this.
If it wasn’t handled properly, the flames of conflict would instantly engulf the entire village.
Thinking about how the radical faction of the Uchiha would go crazy upon hearing this news, Shisui’s palms became drenched in sweat, his heart thumping wildly.
Kazuki said with absolute seriousness, “Honestly.
Right now, I’m…
a four-tomoe!” “…” Shisui put on a face of pure agony.
“Kazuki, be serious for once, okay?
I’m begging you, just this once, be serious.” *What the hell is a four-tomoe?!
Are you trying to ascend to heaven?!
In the entire history of the Uchiha clan, there has never been a record of a four-tomoe Sharingan!
Did your eyes just sprout extra flowers?!* “It’s clearly your question that’s weird.” Kazuki curled his lip in disinterest.
“‘Kazuki, is your Sharingan still at three tomoe?’ Tsk, if I don’t say I’m a four-tomoe, what else am I supposed to say?
That it degenerated into a two-tomoe?
Or how many tomoe do you *want* me to have?” *Whoosh!* Shisui didn’t want to waste any more words.
He stared at Kazuki as his visual prowess erupted.
His three tomoe spun rapidly, morphing into the shape of a pinwheel shuriken within his pupils.
The Mangekyo!
Kazuki froze.
“Shisui, my dear oniichan…
did your eyes just bloom?” “…This is the evolution beyond the three-tomoe, the Mangekyo!” Shisui said solemnly.
“The Mangekyo Sharingan, the ultimate eye technique of the Uchiha!” “An evolution of the Sharingan?” Kazuki had a complex look on his face.
*Ultimate?
Get outta here, you illiterate fool!
Above you, there’s the Eternal Mangekyo, and above that, the Rinnegan!
The ultimate form of your family line is just a Mangekyo?
Did you eat the future plot points?
Oh right, you died before reaching that stage, so never mind.
The world keeps evolving, but you passed away far too early.* Still, thinking about the terrifying power of Kotoamatsukami, Kazuki couldn’t help but feel a chill, even knowing Shisui wouldn’t use it on him.
Shisui said with utmost gravity, “Kazuki, do you still think I’m joking now?” Kazuki thought for a moment, then nodded.
“Yep.” “Why?!” Shisui couldn’t help asking.
“Seeing is believing!
Can’t you see my eyes?” Kazuki let out a helpless sigh.
Three tomoe appeared in his pupils, and then, they slowly began to shift.
Finally…
A fourth tomoe emerged!
A genuine, real-deal four-tomoe!
Shisui: “…” Kazuki said casually, “Don’t look like your jaw just hit the floor.
I told you I was a four-tomoe, but you kept thinking I was lying to you.
Sigh!
Where has the trust between people gone?
Was it blocked in your intestines by your constipation?
Human hearts just aren’t what they used to be!” Shisui: “…” He stared blankly at Kazuki.
He was broken!
His brain had completely short-circuited!
*What the hell…
is this really a four-tomoe?* Shisui wanted to tear his own hair out.
*Is there actually such a thing between the three-tomoe and the Mangekyo?
Where did this come from?!* *Wait!* Shisui suddenly snapped back to reality.
He had been dragged off track by Kazuki again.
What four-tomoe?!
This was clearly a Mangekyo!
An ordinary three-tomoe simply had three distinct tomoe floating in the iris.
But looking closely at Kazuki’s eyes, the four tomoe seemed to be connected like an ouroboros, linking together into a seamless pattern.
At a quick glance it looked simple, but a closer look revealed a strange, deep, and eerie quality.
This was clearly an external variation of the Mangekyo!
“The Mangekyo!” “This is the Mangekyo!” “Kazuki, this is your Mangekyo!” Shisui couldn’t help shouting.