"Uchiha Style: Solar Halo Dance!"
Three blazing arcs of fire slashed diagonally toward a group of over ten Kumogakure ninjas.
"This terrifying speed..."
"He has the Sharingan, but he's not the Yellow Flash. His glow... it's red..."
The remaining Kumogakure ninjas swallowed hard, their nerves taut with fear.
After all, the sensation of seeing two or three comrades fall in an instant was akin to being haunted by a vengeful spirit, one that relentlessly claimed lives.
With a flash of fiery light, Shisui Uchiha's figure appeared before the Kumogakure ninjas.
His expression was calm. It seemed that after Fugaku's guidance, he had begun to gradually accept the harsh realities of war.
"Charge!"
"Even if we die, we'll take someone down with us!"
Sensing their morale plummeting, a scar-faced Kumogakure ninja growled through gritted teeth, his tone icy and resolute.
"This is war!"
"For us, there's only victory... or death!"
The scar-faced man wiped the blood from his hand onto his clothes and gripped his blade tightly.
Crackle!
Blue lightning surged from his weapon, as if dispelling the fear in the hearts of the Kumogakure ninjas. With a collective roar, they avoided the man with the Sharingan and charged toward the injured Konohagakure ninjas behind him.
A flicker of conflicted emotion crossed Shisui's face, but his hands moved without hesitation. As he formed seals, a dense cloud of smoke erupted before him.
In the instant the smoke appeared, several figures flashed into view, intercepting all the charging Kumogakure ninjas.
"Uchiha Style: Blood Moon Flash Slice!"
Silver streaks of light, accompanied by fiery trails, carved intersecting gashes across the chests of the Kumogakure ninjas. Shisui's blade was so swift and precise that it nearly sliced them into quarters.
Soon after, Fugaku Uchiha and Tekka Uchiha arrived with reinforcements to support the battlefield.
"Shisui, are you alright?"
Fugaku asked with concern as he saw Shisui standing amidst the corpses of the Kumogakure ninjas, his body covered in blood.
"I'm fine, Clan Leader."
"This blood... it's all from the enemy."
"Quickly, take the wounded for treatment!"
Shisui forced a faint smile. This kind of slaughter felt utterly meaningless to him...
But if he had to choose between who lived and who died, Shisui would resolutely stand on Konohagakure's side, even if it meant bearing all the guilt himself.
"Well done!"
"This battlefield is cleared. Let's head over to support the Hokage next."
"If we can take out the forces there, the severely weakened Kumogakure will have no choice but to end this war!"
"Peace... will soon return."
Fugaku stepped beside Shisui, patting him on the shoulder as he explained the importance of their mission.
"Understood!"
Shisui nodded, his flickering eyes gradually calming.
"Clan Leader, I'll head over to provide support first!"
Shisui took a deep breath, but the air was thick with the stench of blood, devoid of the usual fresh scent of grass and trees. He frowned at the realization.
"Do you want to rest for a while first?"
Fugaku asked with concern. Being trapped in the shadows of war could have severe psychological consequences.
"No, let's end this war as quickly as possible!"
Shisui tilted his head back, gazing at the sky.
"Huh?"
Shisui blinked as a light drizzle began to fall from the heavens.
The rain washed away the blood on his face, leaving streaks that made it seem as though he was crying tears of blood.
"I'll go with you!"
Standing behind him, Tekka Uchiha suddenly spoke. He gave Fugaku a meaningful glance, signaling that he would keep an eye on Shisui.
Whoosh...
With a faint sound, Shisui's figure vanished from where he stood.
Fugaku lowered his head slightly and sighed. He turned to look at the blood-soaked battlefield littered with the corpses of Kumogakure ninjas.
The rain intensified, its rhythmic patter seemingly trying to cleanse the gruesome scene. Yet, as the water mixed with the blood, the pools of crimson only grew larger.
Severed limbs floated in the expanding pools, creating a hellish spectacle.
Fugaku quickly commanded his forces to evacuate the wounded and regroup the reinforcements coming from other areas. Their next objective was to rendezvous with the Fourth Hokage.
Not long after Shisui left, Fugaku's expression suddenly changed drastically.
He could feel an overwhelming, violent aura erupting in the distance, like a long-dormant ancient serpent baring its fangs from the depths of the earth.
"This isn't good! Shisui!"
With a flash of movement, Fugaku dashed toward the direction Shisui had gone, moving faster than he ever had before.
The other Konohagakure ninjas also wore expressions of shock. The sheer magnitude of this power was far beyond what they could comprehend.
However, those bearing the Uchiha clan's fan emblem quickly followed Fugaku. Seeing this, the remaining ninjas gritted their teeth and joined the pursuit.
After all, Fugaku was the commander of this battlefield. In the relatively progressive Konohagakure, no one wanted to bear the shame of abandoning their leader to save themselves.
Moments later.
When Fugaku arrived at the scene, the sight before him made his heart feel as though it had been seized by a cold hand, with a blade pressed against his throat.
"This...?!"
Rain fell in dense sheets, soaking Fugaku's hair. Though his hairstyle kept it from obscuring his vision, the water clung to his eyebrows.
Before him stood a strange young man, his body surrounded by a dense aura of golden-green chakra. A sharp, bone-white horn jutted from the center of his forehead, its tip tinged with the same golden-green hue.
His eyes were an unusual golden color, shaped like a cross, with four fine rings arranged around the edges of the cross. Beneath his eyes ran deep purple markings, so dark they almost appeared black, resembling veins spreading across his face.
"This is Sage Mode?!"
"How does he possess such immense Senjutsu Chakra?!"
The moment Fugaku laid eyes on Sōmi, his face was overtaken by shock. He had previously witnessed Sage Mode during a sparring session with Minato, but the man before him was on an entirely different level.
The Senjutsu Chakra surrounding Sōmi had solidified into tangible serpents of energy. These serpents seemed to sense Fugaku's presence, their bodies coiling and their tongues flicking as they stared coldly at him.
When the man turned slightly, Fugaku finally saw what had been hidden behind him.
The scene made Fugaku's mind go blank, as if struck by a sledgehammer.
"Oh?"
"I didn't expect you to deliver yourself to me!"
The man's face twisted into a cruel smile.
But Fugaku could no longer hear his words. His Sharingan spun rapidly as his gaze locked onto what lay at the man's feet and in his hands.
Tekka Uchiha's body had been severed in two. His lifeless eyes were wide with shock, as though he hadn't even registered his death.
His organs, a mix of red and blue, were scattered across the ground like the remains of a butchered animal.
In the man's right hand were two crimson Sharingan, their three tomoe still spinning faintly.
His left hand, meanwhile, was plunged into Shisui's chest, piercing through his heart.
The man turned fully, casually tossing Shisui's body aside as though it were trash.
With a dull thud, Shisui's lifeless form crumpled to the ground.
His face bore a complex expression—a mix of surprise, pain, and, perhaps, a hint of relief.
From his hollow, bloodied eye sockets, Shisui's lifeless gaze seemed to stare directly at Fugaku.
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