"Shisui… the you living in that fantasy died a long time ago. It's time to come back to reality."
Hearing this, Shisui froze.
Then he slowly sat down on the ground, face blank and lost, like someone whose entire operating system had just crashed.
A few days ago, after losing his Mangekyō Sharingan, he had already sensed something was wrong.
But he deliberately stopped himself from thinking about it.
Because once you start digging…
you might find things you don't want to see.
After Naruto exposed everything, he instinctively resisted accepting reality.
After all, facing reality takes guts.
And he really didn't want to go back to who he used to be.
Looking at Shisui wrapped in gloom like a defeated stray dog, Naruto sighed softly.
He left behind a shadow clone to keep watch, then walked out of the underground base.
Shisui needed time.
And Naruto needed practice time with his new toy.
Fair trade.
Walking through the dense forest, Naruto kept replaying Shisui's story in his head.
If he hadn't seen it himself, he would never believe it.
The Shisui who sacrificed himself for the village…
was just a self-brainwashed "ideal version."
The real Shisui?
A guy ruthless enough to rewrite his own mind.
Naruto scratched his head.
"Man… Uchiha really are a bunch of psychos."
Soon, he went deeper into the Forest of Death and arrived at a valley crawling with wild beasts.
Perfect training ground.
No humans.
No ANBU surveillance.
No old man Hiruzen spying with his stupid crystal ball.
Just fresh air and things trying to eat him.
Lovely.
He activated the Sharingan.
The world instantly slowed down.
Every twitch of muscle, every breath, every leaf falling—
clear as hell.
After testing basic dynamic vision, insight, and genjutsu amplification, Naruto muttered,
"Alright… next step… Susanoo?"
Sadly.
Nothing.
No giant chakra Gundam.
No cool armor.
No dramatic background music.
Naruto sighed.
"Seriously? I only got one eye and no Susanoo? What a scam."
Because honestly—
whether it's strong or not is secondary.
A chakra Gundam is every man's romance.
No Susanoo = emotional damage.
Still, he kept training.
Whoosh—
Kunai flew from his fingers.
They collided midair, changing angles, ricocheting around trees, and finally nailed a hidden target dead center.
Bullseye.
Naruto grinned.
"This eye's insane… as long as I don't treat it like a Mangekyō skill with a ten-year cooldown."
A few hours later, drenched in sweat, he jumped into a small pool to wash off.
Splash.
"So convenient…"
He leaned back lazily.
"Sharingan's nice and all… but Kurama's still better."
"Can chat, can lend chakra, three different modes… and no damn cooldown timer."
Best tailed beast. 10/10 service.
After bathing, he dried himself with Wind Release and headed toward town.
Since the Sharingan couldn't be turned off, eye patches and transformation jutsu were useless.
So—
colored contact lenses it was.
High-tech ninja solution.
As for Hiruzen noticing?
Naruto snorted.
"The old man barely remembers I exist. No way he's checking my eyeballs."
Meanwhile.
Another unlucky soul was also transplanting Shisui's eye.
Shimura Danzo.
Lying stiffly on an operating table, surrounded by medical ninja and ROOT guards, Danzo looked like a paranoid mummy.
Security everywhere.
As if the eye might grow legs and run away.
Even so, the surgery wasn't smooth.
Several times his pulse almost flatlined.
After all—
he wasn't a teenager like Naruto.
He was pushing sixty.
One bad rejection reaction and boom — funeral.
But Danzo endured it.
Because power was worth the risk.
As long as he obtained the Mangekyō and Wood Release, he could control everything.
Konoha.
The world.
History itself.
Typical Danzo delusions.
After stabilizing, he immediately tried testing Kotoamatsukami.
And then—
cooldown.
Ten years.
Danzo's face darkened so badly it could scare ghosts.
The test subject nearby almost pissed himself.
He had planned to control the Five Kage, the daimyō, leaders of small nations—
basically everyone with a pulse.
And now?
Skill locked.
Like some broken game mechanic.
"Who did Shisui use it on…" Danzo muttered darkly.
Fugaku?
Hiruzen?
The advisors?
What a waste if it was used randomly.
He clicked his tongue.
Then asked coldly,
"When can I transplant Hashirama's cells?"
The researcher hesitated.
"Danzo-sama… the First Hokage's cells are too aggressive. Your failure rate is extremely high… unless you obtain more Sharingan to balance the yin energy."
"In other words… we need more eyes."
Danzo fell silent.
Then slowly smiled.
Cold.
Cruel.
"There are plenty of Uchiha in the village."
To him, they weren't people.
Just spare parts.
Somewhere else in the Land of Fire.
A carriage raced down the road.
Suddenly—
space twisted.
Obito stepped out of a spiral vortex.
Casually.
Like he was taking a walk.
Under the guards' horrified stares, he slaughtered the Fire Nation official in seconds, grabbed the corpse, and left.
Didn't even bother with the guards.
White Zetsu could clean that mess.
Sitting on a tree branch afterward, staring at the blood below, Obito looked bored.
He didn't even like bounty missions.
But Nagato and Konan kept assigning them.
So here he was.
Working overtime like an underpaid employee.
Suddenly—
a message arrived.
Obito's eye narrowed behind the mask.
It was short.
Only one line.
"Shisui is missing. According to Uchiha intelligence… he died at the hands of Uchiha Itachi."
The forest went quiet.
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