In the original timeline, the Uchiha clan, due to the Nine-Tails incident, came under suspicion and exclusion from Konoha, and were forced to relocate to the outskirts of the village.
After several years of escalation, the conflict between their clan and Konoha accumulated to an irreconcilable level. Clan members frequently held secret gatherings in the Naka Shrine, existing in a daily quantum superposition state between venting their emotions and preparing a coup.
Even Uchiha Fugaku couldn't suppress them.
It could only be said that this bunch really had something wrong with their heads.
If you're going to rebel, then just do it—don't keep talking about it all day. Absolute secrecy is key.
If you want to vent your emotions, then don't bring up rebellion. Just curse Konoha a bit—the higher-ups could still tolerate that.
And yet, even knowing Shisui's stance, they still had him attend clan meetings. Knowing full well that Itachi had been influenced by Shisui since childhood, they still sent him into the ANBU as a spy.
Before they even had the chance to rebel, the Konoha higher-ups already knew everything.
Then they got wiped out in one clean sweep by their own "filial son."
But things were different now.
Although the Nine-Tails incident still happened as usual, Minato was still alive. After reassuming his position, he and Fugaku worked together to actively ease the tensions between the Uchiha and the village.
At least so far, the results were good. Most of the Uchiha were fairly satisfied with the current situation.
They could form teams with non-clan members to take on missions normally. They could join different departments within Konoha based on their preferences and abilities. Routine public security duties were gradually being transferred to recruited civilian shinobi, reducing direct friction between the Uchiha and the villagers.
The resentment from Konoha's residents toward them was slowly fading.
Now, the Uchiha clan no longer held frequent secret gatherings. Even when they assembled at the Naka Shrine as part of tradition, they would notify Konoha in advance.
Over the past two years, only a small number of people still clung to outdated ideas during meetings—venting their dissatisfaction and trying to recruit more young members.
Fugaku, as clan head, didn't mind.
Let them vent. As long as it stayed under control, it didn't matter.
He refused to believe anyone would dare cause trouble under the pressure of both the Fourth Hokage and Higashino Makoto.
If someone really did—he would acknowledge them as the most thick-headed fool in the entire shinobi world.
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Konoha Year 57, end of the year.
As the year drew to a close, the Uchiha clan gathered at the shrine as usual to summarize the year's achievements and determine the focus for the next one.
In truth, there wasn't much to summarize. It usually got resolved within the first hour. The remaining time was nothing more than the same old routine—listening to that small group of hawkish members complain.
Fugaku had long since grown numb to it.
Sure enough, today was no different.
After the main matters were concluded, Uchiha Sōsuke asked, "Clan Head, did you get a response from the Fourth Hokage about the matter I mentioned?"
Fugaku blinked. "Huh? Which matter are you referring to?"
Suppressing his anger, Sōsuke said, "About our clan relocating back to our original district."
"Ah… Sōsuke, over the past few years our clan has grown. Even if we got the old area back, it wouldn't be enough space. Isn't the current clan compound pretty good? Plenty spacious."
"Damn it, is this about size?" Sōsuke snapped. "This is about historical status! As one of the two great founding clans of Konoha, our territory in the village center is proof of that."
"Now that we've been moved out, given enough time, who will even remember our contributions to Konoha's founding? That's why we must move back."
"But that place was turned into ruins by the Nine-Tails. After reconstruction, it's already been developed into a commercial district and allocated out."
"Then rebuild it again."
Fugaku frowned. "Now you're just being unreasonable."
"Unreasonable? If you want me to trust the village, this is the condition."
Several Uchiha members sitting behind Sōsuke immediately joined in.
"Exactly. This is something the village owes us."
"That place originally belonged to the Uchiha."
"The compensation the village gave us back then was far too little. Just look at the land prices there now."
At that moment, Shisui, who was standing beside Fugaku, spoke up to persuade him, "Sōsuke-ojisan, you're putting both the clan head and the village in a difficult position. The old district is already full of residents. Are we supposed to drive them all out?"
Sōsuke sneered. "Then the village can compensate them—just like they did to us back then."
"The village is stable now. If you force a relocation, where will those people go? Here?"
"Sure. Didn't the clan head say this place is spacious?"
"Sōsuke-ojisan, we can't do that. They're all fellow Konoha comrades. Forcing people to move will ruin the Uchiha's reputation."
Sōsuke's anger flared instantly. "Comrades? I don't see the village treating us as comrades. And even if they are—what, in your eyes, Shisui, those outsiders are comrades, but we, your own clan, aren't?"
Shisui was still too young. He hurriedly explained, "Sōsuke-ojisan, that's not what I meant."
"Then what did you mean? Shisui, you're the most outstanding genius our Uchiha has right now. At such a young age, you've already made a name for yourself on the battlefield—achieving things we older generation never could."
"You're a role model for the younger members of the clan. Your stance can't be crooked. Today, say it clearly—are you standing with the higher-ups, or with the Uchiha?"
That question was a trap. Fugaku should have stepped in to smooth things over, but he didn't.
Shisui answered without hesitation, "I am both a member of the Uchiha clan and a shinobi of Konoha. I stand on the side of Konoha as a whole."
"So in your eyes, the people of Konoha are more important than your own clan, is that it?"
"That's not what I mean. The Uchiha are the Uchiha of Konoha. Why do you insist on dividing us? Are the clan members not also part of Konoha?"
"If there's no division, then give us back our original clan district. If there's no division, why is the new compound surrounded on three sides by elevated surveillance points from other clans? Is that what you call 'no division'?"
Shisui said anxiously, "That was Danzō's idea back when he was hostile to our clan. Now he's been forced into retirement, and even the Third Hokage who approved it has stepped down."
"The Fourth Hokage is in power now, and he has always treated the Uchiha with goodwill. We should seize this opportunity."
Sōsuke smoothly redirected the issue, "Exactly—I'm seizing the opportunity. Since you say the Fourth Hokage bears us goodwill, why won't he agree to let us move back?"
"Sōsuke-ojisan, you're deliberately stirring up conflict."
"I'm stirring up conflict? Shisui, you're too young—and you've been getting too close to Higashino Makoto. Don't you know he's a disciple of the Fourth Hokage and his wife? You'd better be careful not to get fooled by them."
"I'm not."
Shisui trusted Makoto and Minato completely. He firmly believed they would never deceive him—but he didn't know how to refute Sōsuke, nor how to convince this stubborn hawk within the clan.
Suddenly, a cold, ominous chakra began to spread through the meeting chamber beneath the shrine.
Fugaku, standing beside him, was startled. "Shisui, your… your eyes…"
"What? What's wrong with my eyes?"
The clan members sitting across from Shisui all widened their eyes, their faces filled with shock, excitement, and envy.
Sōsuke muttered, "The Mangekyō Sharingan?"
Shisui took out a small tactical mirror from his ninja pouch. In the reflection, the three tomoe in his Sharingan had transformed into a connected, distorted four-pointed shuriken pattern.
A completely different shape from the standard tomoe.
At the same time, he could feel his ocular power surging.
In that instant, Shisui understood.
This was the Mangekyō Sharingan—the ultimate form of the Uchiha clan's dōjutsu.
A true treasure.
Fugaku asked with concern, "Shisui, how do you feel? Any abnormalities in your body?"
"Clan Head, no. I'm perfectly fine. It feels like I have endless ocular power—I've never felt better."
As he spoke, he stared wide-eyed at Sōsuke and the other hawks.
But it wasn't just Sōsuke's group—every Uchiha present felt the tangible pressure of his ocular power. Even activating their Sharingan instinctively to resist was useless.
This was absolute suppression by rank.
Uchiha Sōsuke's scalp went numb. If he had known, he never would have provoked this extraordinarily talented clansman.
He said stiffly, "It's said that the Mangekyō Sharingan, aside from the ultimate divine power—Susanoo—also grants other abilities. Shisui, is that true?"
Logically, a ninja's techniques were their greatest secrets. Shisui could have refused to answer—that would have been the most normal response, and no one would have blamed him.
Even Fugaku advised him, "Shisui, it's enough that you alone know the abilities of your eyes."
But after thinking for a moment, Shisui still answered, "Sōsuke-ojisan, you're right. But I won't tell you what my Mangekyō abilities are."
"I can only say this—don't force me to use it on you. You won't be able to resist it. In fact, no one in the entire shinobi world can resist it."
Sōsuke lowered his head. "I see. The Clan Head is right—you should keep your dōjutsu's secrets to yourself. I shouldn't have asked. My apologies."
No one could resist it?
Uchiha Sōsuke believed it. In that moment of overwhelming power, Shisui's confidence wasn't something that could produce lies.
What he believed even more was the ultimate power of their clan.
Precisely because of that—those eyes were even more valuable.
Seeing them bow their heads, Shisui couldn't help but smile.
At that moment, he finally understood what Makoto had once said:
When you're strong enough, what you say becomes right—and your ideals will be accepted by others.
Right now, he wanted to laugh out loud—laugh wildly and without restraint.
But in the end, he held it back.
Among the generally obsessive Uchiha clan, Shisui was one of the rare gentle ones.
In a clan where the stronger one became, the more extreme one grew—and the more extreme, the stronger—Shisui… was actually quite extreme as well.
It was just that his extreme side was far more hidden.
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