At the edge of the Uchiha district, by the banks of the Naka River, Yoru stood in silence.
This battle with Shisui Uchiha had been delayed for far too long.
Hiruzen Sarutobi wasn't the only one growing impatient—Yoru himself was done waiting.
It was time to end this.
The river roared below the steep cliffs as Yoru meditated, refining his chakra even now.
Then—
Two figures approached along the shore.
Shisui Uchiha… and Itachi.
Yoru didn't react.
As they drew closer, the killing intent radiating from Shisui intensified.
This man…
Was his opposite in every way—his mirror, his antithesis.
Now, their fates would collide.
Shisui's chakra surged to its peak, his aura sharp as a blade.
"Yoru Uchiha."
Yoru lifted his gaze.
"You came."
Shisui's voice was low. "Enough talk. Let's finish this."
A smirk tugged at Yoru's lips.
"Fine."
In an instant, their chakras erupted, clashing violently over the Naka River. The sheer pressure forced Itachi back, his face pale.
Even as a prodigy, facing these two monsters left him breathless.
The Uchiha bloodline carried an instinctive fear—a primal terror of stronger eyes.
"Shisui is one thing… but for Yoru to reach this level…?"
Itachi's fists clenched.
"He has to win…"
"Shisui…"
No more words were needed.
This was a fight to the death.
Far from the battlefield, three factions watched in silence.
Danzō and ROOT, poised to seize Shisui's Mangekyō. Koharu and Homura's forces, monitoring Danzō's movements. Hiruzen and his ANBU, waiting to play the final hand.
All of them wanted the same thing—for both Uchiha to fall.
Meanwhile, within the Uchiha compound, Fugaku and the clan observed from afar.
Yoru had asked them not to interfere…
But Fugaku couldn't suppress his unease.
"Shisui is the strongest shinobi in Konoha right now."
Since Minato's death, the Sannin's departure, and Hiruzen's decline, Shisui stood above all—even Kakashi and Might Guy were still too young.
"Yoru… can you really win?"
"Begin!"
Though only Itachi stood as witness, the entire village watched.
Shisui struck first.
"Shurikenjutsu!"
A barrage of kunai and shuriken shot toward Yoru—each one aimed with lethal precision.
Itachi's eyes widened.
"Shisui's legendary accuracy…!"
Yet Yoru didn't even flinch.
With a slight shift of his body, every projectile missed.
As if he'd moved before they were even thrown.
Itachi's breath caught.
"That's not a Body Flicker…"
"His eyes predicted the trajectories instantly!"
"This man… is terrifying!"
Shisui didn't falter. He'd expected no less from his greatest rival.
In the next heartbeat, he unleashed his signature technique—
"Mirage Clone Jutsu!"
The move that earned him the title "Shisui of the Body Flicker."
Ten afterimages split from his body—each one a tangible, attacking entity.
Not mere illusions.
Not shadow clones.
Ten real bodies, striking at once.
Yoru's response was instantaneous.
"Lightning Release Chakra Mode."
Electricity surged through his body, igniting every cell.
Crackling lightning wreathed him like a storm god.
Then—
BOOM!
He vanished in a flash of light.
Hiruzen, Danzō, and Fugaku all stiffened.
"So it's true…"
"He's mastered Kumogakure's secret technique!"
After the Yellow Flash's death, the Fourth Raikear had claimed the title of "fastest shinobi alive" with this very jutsu.
Now, Yoru wielded it.
Lightning Release Chakra Mode vs. Mirage Clone Jutsu.
The Raikage's supreme speed vs. Shisui's legendary flicker.
Who was faster?
Every observer held their breath.
Even Itachi's three-tomoe Sharingan struggled to track them.
"I can't… keep up…!"
CLANG!
Blades clashed as Shisui's ten forms struck from all angles—
Yet Yoru's lightning-cloaked body dodged them all.
For the first time…
Shisui's speed had been surpassed.