I, Uchiha, will not be whitewashed!

Late at night, Shuoge went to Orochimaru's laboratory alone.

The laboratory was built in a forest on the outskirts of the village. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary wooden hut, but when you got closer, you could smell a strange odor—not the smell of medicine, but something more pungent, like the smell of rotting flesh.

Shuoge crouched behind the bushes, his three-tomoe Sharingan slowly rotating in the darkness.

He saw the flow of chakra. There were three people in the lab—no, two.

There's another... something whose chakra fluctuations are weak but dense, like countless tiny points of light.

He waited for half an hour and finally saw what he wanted to see.

Danzo walked out of the laboratory.

He was wearing a black cloak, his right arm hidden inside, so it was not visible.

But Sakugo's Sharingan saw it—the chakra fluctuations in that arm were abnormal, unlike a normal person's arm, it was like...like many independent chakra sources were pulsating at the same time.

Danzo was accompanied by two masked guards, who were from Root. The three of them walked towards the village and quickly disappeared into the night.

Shuoge didn't follow. He crouched in the bushes, going over the scene his Sharingan had shown in his mind.

Danzo's right arm exhibited abnormal chakra fluctuations, with multiple independent chakra sources—that was the Sharingan.

More than one.

There is another kind of chakra, thicker, deeper, and more vital, as if extracted from a body far more powerful than ordinary people—the cells of the First Hokage.

Orochimaru has already completed the transplant for Danzo.

Shuoge stood up, brushed the leaves off his clothes, and walked towards the Uchiha compound.

The moonlight shone on him, casting a long shadow that stretched across the ground like a knife.

He pushed open the courtyard gate, and Feng Heyan was already waiting for him.

"Have you found the answer?" Feng asked.

"Hmm." Sakugo sat down, leaning his knife against the table. "His right arm has been replaced with a gift specially made by Orochimaru. It contains Sharingan eyes, at least three. And cells from the First Hokage."

Yan frowned. "Where did he get so many Sharingan eyes?"

"I found them on the battlefield," Sakugo said calmly. "The Third Shinobi World War has been going on for so long, and many Uchiha clan members have died. Some died, but their eyes weren't recovered. Danzo has been collecting them."

Feng tapped his fingers on the table. "The Third World War is over; he should have collected quite a bit by now."

"Danzo's ambitions don't stop there." Sakugo looked at the candlelight on the table. "He will continue collecting. Because his arm needs more Sharingan to suppress the side effects of the First Hokage's cells."

"He's gone mad," Yan said in a low voice.

Shuoge didn't speak. He picked up the knife and began to clean it.

One, one, another.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, falling on the blade and giving it a cold sheen.

A somber atmosphere permeated the air.

"When will we make our move?" Feng asked.

Shuoge paused for a moment. "Wait for the right opportunity."

"At what time?"

Shuoge looked up at the moon outside the window. "Something big is about to happen in Amegakure."

……

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……

The sky over Amegakure will never clear.

Shuoge lay on the top floor of the tower, rainwater leaking from the broken eaves and dripping onto the back of his neck, cold and wet.

He didn't move, his three-tomoe Sharingan peering through the rain at the empty plaza below. Kaze was on his left, and Yan on his right, the three of them forming a triangle, blocking out all directions of the tower.

They have been lying in wait here for three days.

Danzo hadn't appeared yet, but Hanzo had already made his move. He grabbed a woman—Konan—and tied her to a pillar in the square.

Then he was greeted by two young men.

—Yahiko and Nagato.

Shuoge recognized the two men and one woman at a glance.

晓。

At this time, Akatsuki was not yet the organization that struck fear into the hearts of the five great nations; it was just a group of young people with a dream of changing the world.

Yahiko stood in the square, rain streaming down his hair.

Nagato knelt on the ground, covered in wounds, with rainwater mixed with blood flowing down his forehead.

Konan was tied to a pillar, her mouth gagged, and she shook her head desperately. She was surrounded by ANBU members from Amegakure, as well as masked Konoha ANBU members—the Root.

Hanzo stood on high ground, holding a sickle in his hand, his voice coming through the rain.

"Kill Yahiko, and I'll let her go."

Sakugo's fingers tightened on the hilt of his sword. He didn't move. This wasn't his battle, this wasn't his era. He was here to wait for Danzo, not to rescue anyone.

Moreover, Yahiko's ideas were too idealistic and impossible to realize.

Yahiko's presence blocked the way for many people.

If he doesn't die here today, he'll die somewhere else.

Just as Shuoge was pondering—

With a soft "pfft!"

Nagato's hand pierced through Yahiko's body. Blood spurted out, turning a dark red in the rain. Yahiko collapsed, falling into the water, splashing up a spray. Konan's cries were swallowed by the sound of the rain.

Then, Nagato went berserk.

The ripples in his Rinnegan spun violently, and a massive, suffocating surge of chakra erupted from his body.

The ground cracked open, rainwater flowed backward, Hanzo's subordinates were torn to pieces, and the Root members also vanished in the explosion. The phantom of the Gedo Mazo appeared in the air, ten enormous black shadows blotting out the sky.

Hanzo took a step back. A look of horror finally appeared on his face.

"Retreat!" Hanzo's voice was hoarse. "Retreat now!"

He turned and ran. The Anbu of Amegakure followed him, scattering like a receding tide.

The Root people also retreated, but they retreated in a more orderly manner than the Rain Ninja.

Danzo stood atop a distant tower, watching all this through the rain, and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"That good-for-nothing Hanzo couldn't even handle three brats properly." His voice was soft, as soft as raindrops falling on a stone slab. "But it doesn't matter anymore. Akatsuki is finished."

He turned and walked towards the outskirts of Amegakure. Two Root guards followed behind him.

Sakugo's Sharingan caught sight of that figure.

Danzo.

I've finally waited for you.

"Prepare for battle," Shogo said softly.

The wind's blade was already three inches from its sheath. The proverb's finger touched the kunai.

Three people, each with three pairs of Sharingan eyes with three tomoe, slowly rotated in the rain.

"Make a move?" Feng asked.

Shuoge looked down at the chaotic battlefield.

Nagato was still rampaging, the Gedo Mazo was still roaring, and the rain had turned blood red. Danzo's figure was moving away from the chaos, heading towards a path on the outskirts of Amegakure.

"Wait until he leaves the battlefield," Shuoge said calmly. "Getting too close will get us caught in the crossfire."

The three people slid down the tower silently and disappeared into the rain.

Their target is Danzo, not Hanzo, not Akatsuki, not anyone else.

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……

The rain is getting heavier.

Danzo hurried along the path, raindrops dripping from the edge of his cloak and forming streams at his feet.

The two root guards stood one in front and one behind, maintaining a standard triad formation, remaining silent.

The battlefield behind them had receded into the distance; the roar of the Gedo Mazo was swallowed by the sound of rain, and Hanzo's defeated troops had scattered. This path led to the border of the Land of Fire; once they left the territory of Amegakure, they would be safe.

Danzo suddenly stopped.

There was a person standing on the road ahead.

Black hair, black clothes, a knife behind his back, hands hanging at his sides. Rain streamed down his face, but he didn't wipe it away. His three-tomoe Sharingan slowly rotated in the rain, like two red lamps.

"Uchiha Sakugo." Danzo's voice was very soft, as soft as a snake's forked tongue. "What are you doing here?"

Shuoge remained silent. His sword was already drawn.

From the bushes on either side, Uchiha Fu and Uchiha Yan appeared simultaneously. Three pairs of three-tomoe Sharingan sealed off all of Danzo's escape routes from three directions.

Rain fell on their knives, splashing up tiny droplets.

"The Uchiha clan..." Danzo's lips twitched, not in a smile, but with something colder. "They really can't be trusted."

"Sarutobi should have just listened to me and wiped out your entire clan..."

The wind remained silent. His sword lay horizontally before him, chakra coalescing into a thin layer of light on the blade.

Yan's fingers rested on the kunai, with three kunai held between his fingers, ready to be used at any moment.

"Kill." Shuoge's voice was flat.

-

The three people moved at the same time.

The wind rushed towards Danzo first, slashing from the upper left to the lower right with a tricky angle and speed so fast that it cut through the rain.

Danzo dodged to the side, raising his right arm—that arm was wrapped in bandages, but Sakugo's Sharingan saw three, no, four Sharingan eyes densely packed beneath the bandages.

Danzo opened his right palm, unleashing Wind Release: Vacuum Ball.

The wind bullet bursts out from the palm, not to hit the wind, but to hit the proverb.

As Yan's kunai flew out, the three kunai drew an arc in the air. Two were knocked away by the wind, and one grazed Danzo's ear, severing a few strands of his hair.

Yan's figure disappeared from his original spot and appeared to Danzo's left, unleashing a flurry of shuriken.

Both root guards attacked simultaneously.

One person lunges towards the wind, the other towards the proverb.

Their speed and perfect coordination clearly indicated countless hours of training. The wind was caught in their grasp, swords clashed with kunai, sparks flying. Yan was also entangled, and the three were locked in a fierce battle.

-

Sakugo ignored them. His eyes remained fixed on Danzo.

The three-tomoe Sharingan captured Danzo's every movement, every breath, and every flow of chakra.

Danzo's right arm chakra fluctuated abnormally, with the Sharingan chakra and the First Hokage's cell chakra mixed together like a pot of boiling porridge.

They are mutually exclusive and suppressive, and could get out of control at any time.

Danzo's right arm was hidden under his cloak, but Sakugo's Sharingan had already seen the three Sharingan embedded beneath the bandages—all open, the tomoe within their pupils slowly rotating. Sakugo knew what that meant.

Izanagi, a forbidden technique that transforms fatal wounds into dreams. Each time it is used, one Sharingan will close forever.

He did not give Danzo a chance to make a move.

Shuoge remained silent. His blade moved upwards, not quickly, but patiently.

Danzo's Wind Release: Vacuum Giant Ball was already condensing in his palm, about to be unleashed—Sakugo's sword was waiting at the point where his wrist would land.

The blade sliced ​​through the bandages, blood splattered, Danzo's Wind Release was interrupted, chakra exploded in his palm, and he was forced to take three steps back.

Danzo looked down at the wound on his right arm. The bandage had come undone, revealing the pale skin beneath and the Sharingan embedded in his arm.

All four Sharingan eyes were open, the tomoe within their pupils slowly rotating. He looked at Sakugo, and finally, something different appeared in those eyes—not contempt, but seriousness.

"We should have gotten rid of you, this troublesome person, at all costs, back then."

Danzo said coldly.

Shuoge's knife came at him again.

This time it was faster; the blade slashed horizontally from the left. Danzo blocked with his left arm—his left arm had no Sharingan, it was just an ordinary arm. The blade sliced ​​open his left arm, blood spurted out, and Danzo retreated again.

He formed a hand seal with his right hand, unleashing Wind Release: Vacuum Wave.

Dozens of wind blades flew out from his palm, blocking all of Shuoge's directions.

Sakugo's Sharingan captured the trajectory of each wind blade. His body weaved through the rain, dodging the first, second, and third blades.

The fourth blade grazed his shoulder, tearing his clothes.

He couldn't dodge the fifth one—he blocked the sixth one with the blade of his sword.

Danzo's Wind Release technique stopped. His chakra was decreasing, and one of the Sharingan eyes on his right arm closed—that eye had used Izanagi to turn the fatal wound into a dream.

Shuoge saw it.

The Sharingan caught the chakra fluctuation of that instant—the Sharingan closed, and Danzo's aura became briefly disordered.

he knows.

The price of Izanagi wasn't just the loss of a Sharingan, but also the severe depletion of chakra. Danzo wasn't an Uchiha; he used his own chakra to power the Sharingan, which consumed even more of his own energy.

"Izanagi, how many more times can you use it? Or how much longer can you maintain it?" Sakugo's voice was very calm.

Danzo's pupils contracted.

-

The battle on the other side of the wind has ended.

His knife was pressed against the neck of the guard, who was kneeling on the ground, the knife already out of his hand.

The matter with Yan was also over. Another root guard lay on the ground with a kunai stuck in his chest. He was still breathing, but he couldn't move anymore.

The wind came and stood to the left of Shuoge. The proverb came and stood to the right of Shuoge.

Three people, three swords, three pairs of Sharingan with three tomoe, surrounding Danzo.

Danzo looked at them, three of his Sharingan eyes still open on his right arm. He could still use Izanagi three more times.

three times.

enough.

That's enough for him to kill those three brats.

He raised his right arm, preparing to form a hand seal—

Sakugo's blade had arrived. Not a slash, but a thrust. The tip of the blade aimed directly at Danzo's Sharingan in his right arm.

It wasn't murder, it was blinding.

Danzo dodged to the side, but Sakugo's blade sliced ​​open the other Sharingan on his right arm. The eye was severed by the blade, and black blood gushed from the eyeball. Danzo groaned, and his right arm went limp.

The wind's blade followed from behind, slashing towards Danzo's nape.

Danzo ducked to avoid the attack, but the kunai flew from the side and struck his right shoulder. Danzo's right arm was completely immobilized. He still had two Sharingan eyes, but with his right arm useless, he couldn't perform hand seals.

A ninja who can't perform hand seals is a useless person.

Shuoge walked up to him, holding his sword horizontally in front of him, the tip of the sword pressed against Danzo's throat.

There were no further questions, no final confrontation.

Danzo collapsed, blood gushing from his throat, diluted by the rain. His eyes remained open, filled with resentment, yet silent.

Danzo's pupils dilated. The moment the knife sliced ​​across his throat, his consciousness hadn't caught up with his body falling.

The sound of rain faded into the distance, and the view darkened.

He didn't shout, but in his heart he felt resentful.

He hasn't sat in that chair yet. He hasn't transformed Konoha into the way he wants it to be. He hasn't proven Hiruzen Sarutobi wrong—that gentleness, concession, and the so-called Will of Fire will only allow the village to slowly rot away.

He can do it.

He could have.

If he were given a few more years, if he could get rid of all those who were in his way, if he could become Hokage—Konoha wouldn't be the pathetic Konoha it is now.

He fell into the water, rainwater filling his ears, cold. Before his consciousness faded, the last thing he saw was a pair of Sharingan eyes with three tomoe. Red, like burnt-out charcoal.

Silence. Dead.

-

Shuoge sheathed his sword. There was no blood on the blade.

Feng glanced at the corpse on the ground. "Burn it."

Yan pulled an explosive tag from his ninja tool bag and stuck it on Danzo's chest.

The three took a few steps back. A burst of light erupted, rain mingling with flames, the acrid smell quickly dissipated by the wind. The Sharingan on his right arm closed one by one in the flames, turning to ash.

"Walk."

Shuoge turned and walked towards the border of the Fire Kingdom. Feng and Yan followed behind. The three were silent, the only sound being the soft thud of their footsteps in the water. The rain continued to fall, erasing all traces.

The sky over Amegakure will never clear.

But some things have finally come to an end.