The Speed of Lightning vs. The Shadow of Death
Uchiha Shisui's blood ran cold.
His pride—his unmatched speed—had been outrun.
Yet he refused to retreat. Numbers would be his advantage.
His blade transformed mid-strike, splitting into a dozen phantom slashes—
—as if multiple Shisuis attacked simultaneously, each wielding a distinct swordsmanship style.
To the average shinobi, it was a blur:
Streaks of lightning chasing phantoms in the dark.
Even Hiruzen and Danzō could only guess at Shisui's tactics.
Witnessing the battle? Impossible.
Sweat drenched not just Itachi—but every onlooker.
"This… this is beyond S-rank…"
"What monsters are they?!"
ANBU. ROOT. The Police Force.
All stood frozen in awe.
Uchiha Fugaku's voice trembled. "To think… these two had reached such heights."
The Dance of Thunder and Flame
Yoru's Sharingan had already deciphered Shisui.
Every feint. Every pivot. Predicted.
His reflexes—honed by Raiton Chakra Mode—matched his foresight.
Instinctively, his blade wove through Shisui's illusions like water, the lightning alive in his grip.
CRACK—BOOM!
Fifty exchanges in a breath.
Steel clashed, birthing storms of sparks.
Shisui's mind reeled.
How?!
His Mirage Clone Jutsu—enhanced by kenjutsu—had slaughtered entire platoons. Yet this man dismantled it like child's play!
Gritting his teeth, Shisui unleashed his second trump card:
Fire Release: Blazing Sword!
Flames fused with his blade—
—a dozen phantoms now wreathed in infernos.
Fugaku whispered, "I'd be dead already."
Beside him, Uchiha Yashiro nodded grimly.
Even Hiruzen and Danzō paled.
But Yoru?
Smirking.
His counter was a masterpiece:
Lightning Release: False Darkness Blade!
Thunder and fire collided—
—and thunder prevailed.
Shisui's techniques, though lethal, lacked synergy.
Yoru's were born to merge:
Raiton Chakra Mode + False Darkness Blade = A Storm Given Form.
Lightning scoured the battlefield, shredding illusions like paper.
"IMPOSSIBLE!"
Shisui's voice cracked. Fear—true fear—flared in his chest.
Desperate, he channeled every drop of chakra—
—but Yoru was faster. Sharper. Untouchable.
BOOM—!
A single, cataclysmic strike.
All twelve phantoms—annihilated.
Shisui hurtled backward, blood spraying from his lips.
"SHISUI!"
Itachi lunged—
—only to be halted by Shisui's ragged command:
"STAY BACK!"
Wiping his mouth, Shisui rose. "This… is our fight."
Yoru loomed, lightning crackling. "You've lost."
His blade screamed toward Shisui's heart—
—when everything changed.
The Green God Awakens
Shisui's Sharingan whirled.
Three tomoe melted, reshaping into a four-bladed windmill.
Mangekyō Sharingan.
Yoru's strike halted—inches from Shisui's chest—
—blocked by an invisible force.
Then…
A tremor.
A colossal emerald chakra erupted from Shisui's body—
—solidifying into a skeletal giant.
Muscle. Flesh. Armor.
The battlefield shook.
Hiruzen's pipe clattered to the ground.
Danzō's eye bulged.
Fugaku's knees buckled.
One word escaped their lips in unison:
"SUSANOO…?!"
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