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Chapter 114: Squad Captains Itachi, Shisui and Fugaku
One month later.

The land of grass.

The war between Iwagakure and Konoha has already entered a white-hot stage, and the battlefield where the two sides are fighting is devastated, with corpses and traces of ninjutsu everywhere.

From the initial Iwagakure's rapid advance, to the subsequent stalemate between the two sides, to Konoha's counterattack, and finally to the stalemate, this long-term and large-scale battle caused the battlefields of both sides to be constantly pulled and shifted. Up to now, the main battlefields of both sides have returned to the original place.

Near the Kannabi Bridge in the Land of the Grass.

In addition to the main battlefield of Kannabi Bridge, there are many other battle points around it, such as Asakawa Town, Itaya Town, and even Kusagakure Village was affected. Its famous attraction 'Tianchi Bridge' became the site of the battle between the two sides.

The rolling earth revealed dark brown soil, from which one could smell a slight hint of rust, a smell that could only be produced when blood had completely seeped into the soil.

Konoha and Iwagakure fought each other here for several months, and no one knew how many ninjas were sent in, so that the river water under the Kannabi Bridge had been dyed red.

Several white figures stayed on the tree branches, looking at the tragic battlefield below with inexplicable expressions.

"I didn't expect Konoha and Iwagakure to fight to this extent."

Both Ōnoki and Sarutobi Hiruzen are old foxes who will do anything for profit. It is rare for them to fight to this extent.

"Iwagakure believes that Konoha is already at the end of its rope, and is only one step away from victory. Konoha is in a desperate situation, and it is normal for them to fight like this."

"In fact, our battle with Konoha was even more brutal. There were no bodies left, and even the terrain changed."

"Hey, Yagura, I remember that you were the candidate for the fourth generation chosen by the Sandaime. After being defeated by Ye, you were still willing to work for him and even called him Mizukage-sama..."

The ears and neck were wrapped in bandages, and there was a white mask on his face. The clothes he wore were not the Kirigakure uniform, but ordinary ninja clothes. It was worth noting that there was a wooden badge on his left shoulder with the sawgrass emblem with the word "eleven" engraved on it.

"You are not planning to pretend to be nice to the current Mizukage now and then stab him in the back some other time, are you?"

"boring."

Although he is short in stature, he is wearing a white haori with a huge "Thirteen" on the back of the haori.

"If you can swing the sword at Ye in this state, then I can support you to become the Fifth Mizukage."

"Tsk, I'm just a weapon. I have no interest in the location of the Mizukage."

"Don't waste time."

The masked figure, also wearing a white haori with the word 'two' written on the back, whispered, "Get ready to act."

"Oh? Captain, we are going to attack the souls of your former fellow villagers. Are you sure you are okay with starting like this?"

A slightly teasing tone came from the mouth of a man with long fluffy yellow spiky hair. He was wearing a black shirt and trousers, with a fluffy bandage wrapped around his neck. It was worth noting that tied to his left shoulder was a wooden badge with a Weng grass emblem engraved with the word "two".

"..."

Hearing this voice, the young man in white feather robe slowly raised his head. Even though he was wearing a special mask, an inexplicable aura of oppression came over him.

"Hiss, okay, okay, I was too talkative."

"Okay, let's start setting up the spirit gathering device!"

"Yes!"

The crowd scattered and hid in every corner of the battlefield.

Their clothes were quite conspicuous, especially the two people wearing haori. Such clothes were as exaggerated as divine robes for ninjas. However, the reconnaissance ninjutsu of those reconnaissance ninjas, even the Byakugan of the Hyuga clan, could not detect their figures.

Silently, everyone appeared in every corner of the battlefield and began to set up special soul collection devices and instruments.

This device can absorb dead souls within a certain range and is currently one of the main props used by Ye to obtain souls.

"That's a really brutal fight, Konoha and Iwagakure."

"It is said that when Ye was fighting Konoha, he froze all the Konoha positions. I wonder if the ice sculptures have melted now..."

Placing the soul collecting device in his hand in the giant tree, the deputy captain of the 11th Division, Biwa Juzang, muttered to himself, and suddenly noticed something, looking towards the open space not far away.

In the clearing in the woods, a short, young figure was panting and holding a blood-stained kunai.

in front of him.

A man dressed in the clothes of an Iwagakure Genin was lying on the ground, with bright red blood flowing from his neck, and he was twitching on the ground.

The young man steadied his rapid breathing, put away the kunai in his hand, and formed seals with his hands in front of Biwa Juuzou's astonished eyes. Then, a blazing fireball shot out of his mouth and blasted towards the Iwagakure Genin who had no power to resist.

The raging flames devoured the body of the Iwagakure Genin and took his life.

And his soul, at the moment of death, was attracted by an inexplicable force and taken into the device in front of Biwa Shizang.

However, Biwa Juzo's gaze was not on the soul, but on the boy with black hair and black eyes.

"A kid this age can actually achieve this level... Is he a genius from Konoha?"

"It's winter now, and places like Dongsongshan are close to the coast, with a cold climate, so those ice sculptures won't melt easily."

A dull voice came from behind.

Biwa Juzo turned around and looked at the figure in the white haori, his eyes narrowed under the mask: "Is that so? Thank you Captain Shisui for your reminder."

"You're welcome. Let me take care of this area. You go to the other side."

"Oh?"

Biwa Juzo looked at the young figure in the open space, then looked at Shisui: "Since Captain Shisui has spoken, then I naturally have no problem, but... Captain Shisui please don't make any sensitive moves."

"…I don't think I need you to teach me how to do things."

"Of course. After all, you are the captain of the Second Division who has high hopes from the Mizukage."

Biwa Juzo smiled faintly, "Then, this area will be handed over to you, Captain Shisui."

Looking at Biwa Juuzou, whose figure was shrouded in curved light and disappeared silently in front of him, Shisui turned around and looked at the young man below who was quickly cleaning up the traces of the battle.

The eyes beneath the mask held a complicated expression.

"Long time no see...Itachi."

He has the closest relationship with Uchiha Itachi. This little guy almost grew up under Shisui's care.

I didn’t expect that after just a few months of not seeing this little guy, he would actually appear on the front line of the battlefield!
This was a little hard for Shisui to accept.

Even though Itachi's talent was the most outstanding that Shisui had ever seen, what could a four-year-old boy do? The aftermath of a slightly larger battle would be enough to take his life.

"Itachi, you did great!"

The sudden voice brought Shisui back to his senses, and a figure that Shisui was very familiar with appeared beside Itachi.

"You were able to single-handedly kill an Iwagakure Genin at the age of four. Your talent is so strong that, in my opinion, almost no one can match you!"

Uchiha Fugaku patted Itachi's shoulder, proud and proud: "You are worthy of being my son!" "Father."

Itachi did not show any smug look because of Uchiha Fugaku's praise. Instead, he shook his head and said, "My fighting just now was actually very rough. Even my shuriken technique had a huge flaw, and I was forced to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the target."

"My age makes it impossible for my body to fight head-on with a genin in his teens. If he hadn't been careless and I had caught his weakness, I would have been the one lying on the ground right now."

Hearing Itachi's words, Fugaku's face became even more proud. He smiled and ruffled Itachi's hair: "You are only four years old and haven't opened your Sharingan yet. Don't be too hasty. It's already quite remarkable to be able to achieve this level."

"Oh, by the way, as a reward for fighting alone and killing the enemy..."

Fugaku pulled out a scroll, took out a ninja sword from it, and handed it to Itachi.

"I'll give you this ninja sword, how about it!"

"Thank you, father!"

Fugaku laughed and wanted to praise his son again, but he seemed to notice something and his eyes suddenly became serious.

"What's wrong, father?"

"I discovered something... the art of spiritualism!"

The white smoke dissipated, and a white ninja cat about the same size as Itachi appeared in front of him.

"Do you need any information, Fugaku? You know my rules. The starting price is ten portions of cat food, meow."

"Twenty copies!"

Fugaku looked serious, and his figure disappeared from the spot, leaving only a few echoes: "Take Itachi back to the camp."

"It looks like there's something unexpected going on, meow." The white ninja cat licked Cat Zhang and said to Itachi, who was still a little dazed, "Let's leave quickly. It's one against seven. If we get affected, it will be bad."

The white cat and Itachi left quickly, and Fugaku caught up with Shisui who deliberately exposed himself.

The collision of kunai and the confrontation of Zanpakutō and ninja sword.

In the instant of collision, Fugaku felt an unprecedented sense of familiarity from the other party, that fighting method, that feeling...

"Who are you!"

Shisui did not answer, but continued to rush forward, followed closely by Fugaku, the blood-red three magatama constantly turning in his eye sockets, trying to find something from the body wrapped in the white haori.

The two figures kept moving back and forth in the bushes. Fugaku kept asking questions, but Shisui remained silent.

After more than ten minutes, the Uchiha clan leader finally lost his patience to continue observing, and the three magatama in his eye sockets suddenly merged.

Feeling the strange eye power, Shisui paused, looked back, and looked into Fugaku's eyes. The pair of strangely patterned Mangekyō Sharingan suddenly came into view.

"Mangekyo Sharingan..."

Shisui's steps finally came to a halt, and the two of them landed in a clearing in the woods.

The blood-colored kaleidoscope stared at the white woven feathers in front of him, and Fugaku said in a deep voice: "This place is far enough away from the battlefield, right?"

"Your previous physical skills and ninja tool throwing are all the style of our Uchiha clan. This cannot escape my Sharingan. Tell me the truth, who are you?"

"So, just to find out my identity, you revealed your Mangekyō Sharingan that you had hidden for a long time."

A deliberately hoarse voice sounded from under the mask: "This is not like your style, Chief Fugaku."

Even so, you are unwilling to reveal your identity.

Uchiha Fugaku looked a little gloomy. In fact, he already had some guesses in his mind.

The exquisite Uchiha physical skills and ninja tool throwing methods, the instantaneous speed that was not inferior to his own in the slightest, and the familiar feeling that came over him, all made the person in front of him overlap infinitely with the person in his memory.

"Is it really just a resemblance, or is it because of some special reasons that prevent the identity from being revealed... In that case..."

The kaleidoscope in Fugaku's left eye suddenly spun, and a line of blood and tears flowed from the corner of his eye.

Shisui only felt that the world around him suddenly changed, the surrounding scenery turned black and white, and everything became blurred.

A huge Mangekyō Sharingan hung in the sky, like a blood moon, like the only light in this black and white world.

The pattern of the Mangekyō Sharingan was exactly the same as the Mangekyō in Fugaku's eye sockets, shaped like a three-edged shuriken, except that there was an ink dot between each blade, embellishing it.

"Is this the pupil technique in your left eye? Such a powerful illusion..."

"What you should do now is not to be shocked by my strength."

Fugaku's cold voice came from all directions: "Take off the mask and tell me everything that has happened in the past few months. I can give you a chance, Uchiha Shisui."

"..."

Shisui shook his head silently.

"Stubborn!"

"In that case, let me let you experience for yourself the power of the Uchiha legend!"

Fugaku's voice became more majestic and sacred, the light of the blood moon became brighter and brighter, and the entire gray world completely lost its brilliance, as if everything was swallowed up by the blood kaleidoscope in the sky.

Even the light on Shisui's body began to be taken away by it bit by bit.

But the next moment, an invisible force emanated from Shisui's body, and the whole world turned upside down in this instant.

In just a moment, the suddenly changing world collapsed and shattered.

Fugaku groaned, feeling a sharp pain in his left eye.

Illusion backlash?

how can that be possible? !

This is the eye technique of the Mangekyō Sharingan, and it is the power he is most proud of.

"What the hell..."

"My identity is not important. There is no Uchiha Shisui in this world anymore."

The voice that Uchiha Fugaku was very familiar with came from Shisui's mouth, making Uchiha Fugaku completely certain of the other party's identity.

Being able to break his Mangekyō pupil technique means that Shisui's eyes have also evolved into a Mangekyō, and their pupil power is extremely strong.

He is worthy of being the number one Uchiha genius that he has always been optimistic about!

But the words that came out of Shisui's mouth made his heart tighten.

"Shisui, what on earth are you…"

(End of this chapter)