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Several white figures hovered on the tree trunks and branches, gazing at the horrific battlefield below with inscrutable expressions.

"I never expected that Konoha and Iwagakure would fight to this extent."

Both Onoki and Hiruzen Sarutobi are cunning old foxes who will stop at nothing for profit, so it's truly rare to see them fighting to this extent.

"Iwagakure believes that Konoha is already at its last gasp, just one step away from victory. Konoha is in dire straits, and with its back against the wall, it's normal that it has fought to this extent."

"Actually, our battle with Konoha was even more brutal, leaving no trace of corpses, and even the terrain changed."

"Hey, Yagura, I remember you were the Third Hokage's chosen candidate for the Fourth Hokage, right? After being defeated by Yoru, you were still willing to work for him, even calling him 'Lord Mizukage'..."

His ears and neck were wrapped in bandages, and he wore a white mask. His clothing was not the Kirigakure uniform, but rather ordinary ninja attire. Notably, on his left shoulder was a wooden badge with the saw blade emblem engraved with the number 'eleven'.

"You wouldn't be thinking of playing along with the current Mizukage now, and then backstabbing him later, would you?"

"boring."

Although short in stature, he was dressed in a white haori with a huge 'thirteen' on the back.

"If you can wield your sword against the night in this state, then I can support you in becoming the Fifth Mizukage."

"Tch, I'm just a weapon; I have no interest in the location of the Water Shadow."

"Don't waste your time."

Also dressed in a white haori, with the number '2' written on the back, and wearing a mask, the figure whispered, "Let's prepare to begin."

"Oh? Captain, next we're going to be targeting the souls of your former fellow villagers. Are you sure you're okay with starting this operation like this?"

With a slightly teasing tone, the words came from the mouth of a man with fluffy, spiky yellow hair. He was wearing a black shirt and trousers, and a loose bandage was wrapped around his neck. Notably, on his left shoulder was a wooden badge with the character "two" engraved on it.

"..."

Upon hearing this voice, the boy in the white haori slowly raised his head. Even though he was wearing a special mask, an inexplicable aura of pressure emanated from him.

"Oops, okay, okay, I was just being nosy."

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

"Yes!"

The crowd scattered and disappeared into various corners of the battlefield.

Their clothing was quite conspicuous, especially the two people wearing haori. Such clothing was as extravagant as a divine robe for ninjas. However, even the Byakugan of the Hyuga clan could not detect their presence due to the reconnaissance ninjas' reconnaissance ninjutsu.

Without anyone noticing, the group had already appeared in various corners of the battlefield and began setting up special soul-collecting devices.

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

"They really fought hard, Konoha and Iwagakure."

"It's said that when that guy Ye fought against Konoha, he froze all of Konoha's positions. I wonder if those ice sculptures have melted yet..."

As he placed the soul-collecting device in the giant tree, Juzo Biwa, the vice-captain of the 11th Division, muttered to himself. Suddenly, he noticed something and looked toward the open space not far away.

In a clearing in the woods, a short, young figure was panting heavily as he clutched a blood-stained kunai.

In front of him.

A person dressed in the uniform of a Genin from Iwagakure lay on the ground, bright red blood flowing from his neck, convulsing incessantly.

The boy steadied his rapid breathing, put away the kunai in his hand, and formed hand seals in front of Biwa Juzo's astonished gaze. Then, a blazing fireball was spat out of his mouth and blasted towards the Iwagakure genin who was no longer able to resist.

The raging flames engulfed the body of the Iwagakure genin, taking his life.

His soul, at the moment of death, was attracted by a mysterious force and absorbed into the device in front of Pipa Juzo.

However, Juzo Biwa's gaze was not on the soul, but fixed on the black-haired, black-eyed boy.

"A kid this young can actually do this much... Is he a genius of Konoha?"

“Now that winter has arrived, places like Dongsongshan are close to the coast and have a cold climate, so those ice sculptures won’t melt easily.”

A calm voice came from behind.

Kizuki turned around and looked at the figure in the white haori, his eyes narrowing slightly beneath the mask: "Is that so? Thank you for the reminder, Captain Shisui."

"No need to be polite. Let me take charge of this area. You can go to the other side."

"Oh?"

Juzo Biwa glanced at the boy's figure in the open space, then at Shisui: "Since Captain Shisui has spoken, I naturally have no problem. However... please don't do anything sensitive, Captain Shisui."

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

"Of course, after all, you are the captain of the second division, on whom the Mizukage has placed high hopes."

Pipa Juzo smiled faintly: "Then, this area is entrusted to you, Captain Shisui."

Watching Hibiki Juzo disappear silently before him, enveloped in a curved light, Shisui turned around and looked at the boy below who was quickly cleaning up the traces of the battle.

The eyes behind the mask held a complex expression.

"It's been a long time... Itachi."

His relationship with Itachi Uchiha was the closest; this little guy was practically raised by Shisui.

I never expected that this little guy would appear on the front lines of the battlefield after only a few months!

This was somewhat unacceptable to Shisui.

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

"Itachi, you did a great job!"

The sudden sound pulled Shisui back to reality, and a figure that Shisui knew all too well appeared beside Itachi.

"To be able to single-handedly kill an Iwagakure genin at the age of four, your talent is so great that, in my knowledge, almost no one can compare to you!"

Fugaku Uchiha patted Itachi on the shoulder, proud and full of pride: "Truly worthy of being my son!"

"Father."

Itachi did not show any smugness because of Fugaku Uchiha's praise. Instead, he shook his head and said, "My fighting just now was actually very rough. Even my shurikenjutsu had major flaws, and I was forced into close combat with my target."

"My age makes it impossible for my body to go toe-to-toe with a ten-year-old genin. If he hadn't been careless and I hadn't caught him off guard, I might be the one lying on the ground right now."

Hearing Itachi's words, Fugaku's pride grew even stronger. He smiled and ruffled Itachi's hair, saying, "You're only four years old and haven't awakened your Sharingan yet. Don't be too hasty. You've already done quite well to reach this level."

"Oh, right, as a reward for killing the enemy while fighting alone..."

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

"This ninja sword is yours, how about it!"

"Thank you, father!"

Fugaku laughed heartily, wanting to praise his son a few more times, but seemed to sense something, and his eyes suddenly turned serious.

"What's wrong, Father?"

"Something has been discovered... Spirit communication!"

The white smoke dissipated, and a white ninja cat, about the size of Itachi, appeared before us.

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

"Twenty portions!"

Fugaku's expression turned serious, and his figure vanished from the spot, leaving only a faint echo: "Take Itachi back to the camp."

"Looks like something unexpected has happened, meow." The white ninja cat licked its lip and said to Itachi, who was still a little dazed, "Let's leave quickly. We're fighting seven people at once. If we get caught in the crossfire, it won't be good."

The white cat quickly left with the weasel, while Fugaku caught up with Shisui, who had deliberately exposed himself.

The clash of kunai against kunai, the battle between Zanpakuto and ninja swords.

In that instantaneous clash, Fugaku felt an unprecedented sense of familiarity from his opponent—that fighting style, that feeling…

"Who are you!"

Shisui did not answer, but continued to rush forward, with Fugaku following closely behind. The blood-red three-tomoe jade beads kept turning in his eye sockets, trying to find something from the body wrapped in white haori.

The two figures moved continuously through the bushes, with Fugaku asking them questions, but Shisui remained silent.

Ten minutes later, the Uchiha clan chief finally lost patience to continue observing, and the three tomoe in his eye sockets suddenly merged together.

Sensing the unusual power of his eyes, Shisui paused, glancing back at Fugaku's eyes, where the strangely patterned Mangekyou Sharingan immediately came into view.

"Mangekyo Sharingan..."

Zhi Shui's steps finally came to a stop, and the two of them landed in a clearing in the woods.

The crimson kaleidoscope gazed at the white feathered creature before him, and Fugaku spoke in a deep voice, "Isn't this far enough away from the front lines?"

“Your previous taijutsu and ninja tool throwing were typical of the Uchiha clan. This is something my Sharingan can’t miss. Tell me honestly, who are you?”

"So, just to find out my identity, you exposed your Mangekyou Sharingan, which you've kept hidden for so long?"

A deliberately hoarse voice came from under the mask: "This isn't like you, Clan Chief Fugaku."

Even so, they are unwilling to reveal their identity?

Fugaku Uchiha looked somewhat somber; he already had some guesses in his mind.

The Uchiha's unparalleled taijutsu and ninja tool throwing techniques, his speed of movement that was in no way inferior to his own, and the overwhelming sense of familiarity 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 due to some special reason that prevents their identities from being revealed...? If that's the case..."

Fugaku's left eye kaleidoscope suddenly spun, and a tear of blood streamed down his cheek.

Zhi Shui felt as if the world around him suddenly changed, the scenery turned black and white, and everything became blurry.

A gigantic Mangekyou Sharingan hangs in the sky, like a blood moon, the only light in this black and white world.

The pattern on that Mangekyou Sharingan was exactly the same as the Mangekyou Sharingan in Fugaku's eye socket, resembling a three-edged shuriken, except that there was an ink dot between each blade.

"So this is the eye technique in your left eye? Such a powerful illusion..."

"What you should be doing now is not being shocked by my power."

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

"..."

Shisui silently shook his head.

"Stubborn!"

"Since that's the case, then let me let you experience firsthand the legendary power of the Uchiha clan!"

Fugaku's voice grew increasingly majestic and sacred, and the radiance of the blood moon became ever more dazzling. The entire dark world completely lost its brilliance, as if everything had been swallowed up by the blood-red kaleidoscope in the sky.

Even the radiance emanating from Shisui began to be gradually stolen away by it.

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

In just an instant, the world that had changed so drastically collapsed and shattered.

Fugaku groaned, feeling an intense stinging pain in his left eye.

Illusion backlash?

how can that be possible? !

This is the eye technique of the Mangekyou Sharingan, his most prized power.

"What the hell..."

"My identity is not important, and there is no longer any Uchiha Shisui in this world."

The voice that Fugaku Uchiha knew all too well rang out from Shisui's mouth, confirming Fugaku's complete certainty about the other party's identity.

The fact that Shisui was able to break through his Kaleidoscope eye technique means that his eyes have also evolved into Kaleidoscopes, and his eye power is extremely strong.

No wonder he always thought so highly of the number one genius of the Uchiha clan!

But Shisui's words made his heart leap into his throat.

"Shisui, what exactly are you...?"

Chapter 115 The Initial Release of Still Water: The Dragon Slayer Will Eventually Become a Dragon!

Fugaku gazed at the man before him, the former number one genius of the Uchiha clan.

Although Shisui was quite stubborn, he hesitated between his clan and the village, unable to sever ties.