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Chapter 45: The Right Eye’s Dōjutsu—Magatsuhi no Kami! * 

Hearing the system’s chime in his mind, Yoru tallied up the thirteen Cloud-nin he’d just annihilated in an instant.  

No surprise there—he’d wiped them out in a flash.  

+900 Virtue Points.  

Without hesitation, he dumped them all into his ocular power.  

And then—  

[Host’s Mangekyō Sharingan ocular power has reached 3000!] 

[Host has awakened the right eye’s dōjutsu…] 

[Magatsuhi no Kami!]  

[Magatsuhi no Kami: This dōjutsu allows the user to gaze into the sins etched upon a target’s soul, materializing them as "karmic flames" that scorch both body and mind. The deeper the sin, the greater the agony. It holds the power of divine judgment, forcibly dredging up the target’s accumulated karma and forcing their soul and flesh to endure equal torment!]  

A flicker of satisfaction crossed Yoru’s mind.  

His second Mangekyō ability had finally awakened.  

Magatsuhi no Kami.  

In Japanese myth, this malevolent deity embodied "sin" and "calamity"—yet paradoxically, also represented "purification through suffering." According to the Kojiki, when Izanagi fled the underworld, the impurities clinging to his body birthed Magatsuhi no Kami, the incarnation of all worldly corruption.  

And now, Yoru’s right eye had manifested this very power—  

Judgment. Retribution. The flames of karma, searing body and soul alike.  

A perfect match for him.  

Of course it was.  

A Mangekyō’s abilities always reflected its wielder’s nature.  

His left eye’s Sukunahikona, the "Eye of Insight," mirrored his peerless perception—even as a three-tomoe user, his vision had been unmatched.  

His right eye’s Magatsuhi no Kami, the "Eye of Judgment," embodied his hatred for evil, his vow to purge the world’s sins down to the last ember.  

Together, these eyes were his soul made manifest.  

The Sharingan was, after all, the mirror of the heart.  

That said, without the Eternal Mangekyō or Hashirama’s cells, he couldn’t afford to recklessly abuse its power.  

Still—  

With these twin dōjutsu awakened, Yoru’s strength had skyrocketed once more.  

As Yoru quietly savored his newfound power, Hiruzen Sarutobi stood frozen in shock and fury.  

The fragile peace he’d sacrificed the Hyūga to secure with Kumogakure—  

Shattered in an instant.  

This man had crossed the line yet again.  

The pain of losing his son, old grudges, fresh rage—all fused into a single, icy resolve.  

Strangely, Hiruzen felt no visible anger.  

Only silence.  

A silence more terrifying than any outburst.  

With a glance, he signaled Shisui Uchiha.  

Shisui understood.  

It was time to end this.  

He stepped forward, past the clan heads and Konoha’s elite, locking eyes with Yoru.  

Behind Shisui stood the might of the entire village.  

Behind Yoru—  

Only corpses.  

Yoru sensed Shisui’s killing intent.  

But to him, Shisui was just Hiruzen’s puppet.  

Pathetic.  

Strong as he was, Shisui’s convictions were hollow.  

A man like that could never defeat him.  

If he sought death—  

So be it.  

Fugaku Uchiha subtly moved to Yoru’s side, chakra flaring.  

As clan head, he dreaded this fight more than anyone.  

But if it came to war, he’d stand with Yoru—  

Even against the entire village.  

Hiashi Hyūga, sensing the tension, hesitated—then stepped to Yoru’s other side.  

"…Hizashi?"  

The crowd stirred.  

This wasn’t the Hyūga clan head?  

Realization dawned.  

Hiashi emerged, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder—his own robes damp with cold sweat.  

He shot Yoru a fleeting glance before forcing a smile.  

"You’re safe… That’s what matters."  

Hiruzen’s brow twitched.  

So.  

The Hyūga brothers had kept even him in the dark.  

If this had gone wrong, the ceasefire—  

No matter.  

That damned Uchiha had ruined everything anyway.  

But… were the Hyūga now siding with him?!  

It was the elders who finally broke the tension.  

Koharu Utatane sighed.  

"Hiruzen, damage control with Kumo comes first."  

"Indeed. Unless we want war, this must be handled carefully," Homura Mitokado added gravely.  

Hiruzen glanced at Danzō—  

But the shadowy advisor stayed silent.  

Typical.  

Was he enjoying the show?  

Gritting his teeth, Hiruzen spoke.  

"Shisui. Elders. Danzō."  

"My office. Now."  

Shisui blinked. "Hokage-sama?"  

A nod.  

"…Understood."  

With that, they withdrew.  

ANBU swiftly disposed of the Cloud envoys’ bodies, while the clans dispersed—each lost in thought.  

Kakashi lingered, his gaze unreadable.  

As Hiruzen left, Hiashi exhaled.  

He turned to Yoru.  

"…Thank you."  

"If not for you—"  

Yoru shook his head.  

"I act for my own sake. Nothing more."  

The Hyūga brothers exchanged glances.  

"Regardless, you saved our lives—and avenged the humiliation our clan endured."  

"The Hyūga owe you a debt."  

Yoru barely reacted, but Fugaku’s pulse quickened.  

An alliance with the Hyūga?  

Hizashi lowered his voice.  

"Yoru, I’m grateful, but…"  

"The Hokage won’t let this go."  

"Be careful."  

Yoru smirked.  

"What comes will come."  

"Some debts… are overdue."  

Fugaku and the Hyūga stiffened.  

Did he mean—?!  

Hiashi shot Fugaku a look.  

"Fugaku-sama… sometimes the greatest threat lies within one’s own clan."  

Fugaku understood.  

Hiruzen’s true weapon wasn’t himself—  

It was Shisui, Konoha’s strongest Uchiha, the ANBU commander.  

Pitting Uchiha against Uchiha.  

That was the Hokage’s game.  

Fugaku’s fists clenched.  

"…I’ll be vigilant."  

"And you should know—"  

He dropped his voice.  

"The Hokage distrusts the Hyūga now, too."  

The brothers paled.  

They knew he wasn’t wrong.  

Chapter 46: Kotoamatsukami!  

The Hyūga brothers' plan to sacrifice themselves as decoys had not been disclosed to Sarutobi Hiruzen beforehand.  

Naturally, he couldn’t remain indifferent.  

And then…  

Just moments ago, Killer Yoru had slaughtered the entire Kumo envoy team—right before the brothers publicly expressed their gratitude…  

How could Hiruzen’s heart not be stirred?!  

Of course…  

Hyūga Hiashi was no fool.  

He understood that Uchiha Fugaku’s "reminder" carried an underlying intention: alliance.  

If the Hokage himself holds a grudge against the Hyūga clan…  

Why not side with the Uchiha instead?  

But Hiashi wasn’t reckless enough to make such a gamble.  

After all, Hiruzen represented the entire Konoha leadership.  

And the Uchiha clan?  

They could never stand against the entire village.  

With a sigh, Hiashi nodded. "Thank you for the warning, Clan Head Fugaku."  

"We’ll proceed with caution."  

Then, turning to Yoru, he added, "If you ever need our aid, name it. We owe you a life-debt."  

Fugaku understood the subtext:  

We won’t openly ally with the Uchiha—but we’ll honor our debt to Yoru alone.  

Still, Fugaku was satisfied. This was enough… for now.  

Yoru gave a faint nod. The Hyūga brothers exchanged glances, hesitating as if to say more—but in the end, they simply clasped his shoulder and left.  

Now, only Yoru and Fugaku remained.  

Fugaku exhaled deeply. "Yoru… your methods are as ruthless as lightning."  

The words carried a double meaning:  

1. Yoru’s decisiveness—swift and lethal.  

1. His Raiton Chakra Mode and Raiton: Gian no Yaiba—literally, a judgment from the storm itself. 

"Still… I must admit, you handled this perfectly."  

"Hmph. Hiruzen’s plan was obvious—sacrifice the Hyūga to buy temporary peace with Kumo, then turn his full force on us."  

"But you shattered his schemes in one strike."  

"Not only that… you’ve even swayed the Hyūga’s stance, if only slightly."  

Yoru shook his head. "The Hyūga won’t gamble their future."  

"True. But their leanings matter. For now, it’s enough." Fugaku’s voice turned somber.  

"The Uchiha have never had allies in this village—only isolation and hatred."  

"The words you spoke to Yamaikaze… he shared them with the clan."  

"You were right. Even if we staged a coup, without support from other clans, it’d be meaningless."  

"And compared to Konoha’s full might… the Uchiha are but a drop in the ocean."  

Then, his tone darkened.  

"The real traitor… is Shisui."  

"If he had remained loyal—combined with your power—we might’ve stood a chance. But now…"  

Fugaku glanced at Yoru.  

"Hiruzen will send Shisui to kill you. Are you prepared?"  

Yoru smirked. "A man without conviction is already dead."  

"He chose to be Konoha’s puppet—to drown in the ‘Will of Fire.’"  

"I’ll grant him the end he deserves."  

Fugaku relaxed slightly—but the thought of kinslaying still weighed on him. His hatred for Hiruzen burned hotter.  

Hokage’s Office 

"Koharu, Homura… why stop me?"  

Hiruzen’s rage simmered beneath a calm surface.  

Mitokado Homura spoke first. "You’re acting rashly, Hiruzen."  

Utatane Koharu added, "Even if Yoru must die, doing it publicly would backfire."  

"And why is that?" Hiruzen’s voice was icy.  

Homura sighed. "Your power relies on perception as much as authority."  

"The clans already question your weakness toward Kumo."  

"If you openly pit two Uchiha against each other… what will they think?"  

Danzō sneered. "They’ll call you spineless abroad, tyrannical at home."  

Hiruzen shot him a glare. "Silence, Danzō!"  

Then, turning to Shisui:  

"You hesitate. Do you still hope to redeem that man?"  

Shisui clenched his fists. "Hokage-sama… there’s another way."  

Hiruzen raised a brow. "Oh? Can you truly make him loyal?"  

"That man has forsaken the village’s peace—"  

"I can." Shisui’s voice was firm.  

"What?"  

Shisui met Hiruzen’s gaze—then scanned the room (Danzō, Koharu, Homura).  

Hiruzen understood. "Speak freely. They’re trusted."  

After a pause, Shisui revealed:  

"My Mangekyō Sharingan…"  

"…can rewrite a person’s will."  

Silence.  

The four leaders froze—faces paling.  

Hiruzen’s voice trembled. "You… what?"  

This was mind control in its purest form.  

If true… why had he wasted years "indoctrinating" Shisui and Itachi?  

Shisui continued, solemn:  

"My ocular jutsu is called…"  

"Kotoamatsukami."  

Hiruzen repeated, dazed: "Koto…amatsukami?"  

"How does it work?"  

Shisui explained: "It alters the target’s thoughts—without their awareness. They’ll believe the new will is their own."  

"No bloodshed. No resistance. Absolute victory."  

"Kotoamatsukami… is the ultimate genjutsu."  

For a moment, the room was dead silent.  

This… was the dream of every ruler.  

Total control.  

Yet their first reaction wasn’t awe—but terror.  

Cold sweat drenched their robes.  

This power… had been hidden from them all along.  

If Shisui had ever turned it against them—  

The consequences were unthinkable.  

To men who lusted for power…  

Kotoamatsukami was more terrifying than the Shodai’s Mokuton.  

A weapon they craved—yet feared.  

Hiruzen’s pulse raced. "Why conceal this, Shisui?"  

Shisui hesitated. "Because… I questioned its morality."  

"To strip someone of free will… it feels evil."  

Hiruzen almost laughed. Still so naive.  

"Power isn’t evil, Shisui. Only its use."  

"If Kotoamatsukami can bring peace between the Uchiha and Konoha… isn’t that justice?"  

Shisui bowed. "…Understood, Hokage-sama."  

But then—  

Danzō’s voice cut in, cold as steel:  

"I forbid this."  

Chapter 47: The Final Battle – Shisui vs. Yoru! (Read & Vote!)  

Danzō’s voice cut through the room like a blade.  

"I oppose this."  

Hiruzen and the two elders stiffened in surprise.  

"What are you saying, Danzō?"  

Danzō’s gaze was icy. "Using Kotoamatsukami on the Uchiha…"  

"Is this your solution, Hiruzen?"  

Hiruzen frowned. "What’s wrong with it? If we alter their will, we prevent rebellion. Isn’t that the cleanest path?"  

Danzō’s voice darkened. "You’re overlooking one critical flaw."  

His hawk-like eyes locked onto Shisui Uchiha.  

"The man standing before us… is also an Uchiha."  

Shisui’s heart lurched.  

"Danzō-sama… you still don’t trust me?"  

"I trust no Uchiha. That includes you."  

"How can I be sure you’re telling the truth?"  

"How do I know you’ll truly use Kotoamatsukami to make them loyal—and not secretly undo it later?"  

"How do I know you won’t let the Uchiha bide their time… and revolt when we least expect it?!"  

Shisui’s face paled. "I would never—!"  

"Empty words."  

Shisui clenched his fists. After mustering the courage to reveal his last resort… this was the thanks he got?  

He turned desperately to Hiruzen. "Hokage-sama! Do you doubt me too?!"  

Hiruzen had trusted him implicitly—until now.  

But Danzō’s words planted a seed of doubt.  

Shisui seemed loyal…  

But what if?  

Kotoamatsukami’s power was absolute. There’d be no way to verify its effects.  

What if the Uchiha weren’t brainwashed…  

What if he was the one under control?  

The thought sent a chill down Hiruzen’s spine.  

"Shisui… I believe in your Will of Fire."  

"But Danzō raises valid concerns."  

"This affects the entire village. How can we be certain the Uchiha are truly subdued?"  

Shisui’s voice turned hollow. "What must I do to prove myself?"  

Before Hiruzen could answer, Danzō interjected.  

"It’s simple."  

"Surrender your Mangekyō Sharingan…"  

"To me."  

Shisui recoiled in shock.  

Hiruzen’s eyes widened—then narrowed.  

Handing it to Danzō was out of the question. That power was too dangerous in anyone’s hands but his own.  

"Enough, Danzō!"  

"You know that’s impossible!"  

Danzō’s head dipped, shadows masking his scheming gaze.  

Hiruzen exhaled. "Shisui… even Kotoamatsukami has limits, correct?"  

"No jutsu is invincible."  

Shisui nodded. "Yes, Hokage-sama."  

"It can affect multiple targets unconsciously…"  

"But while it claims to permanently alter will, it can be broken if detected."  

(In the original timeline, Danzō’s attempt to control Mifune at the Five Kage Summit was exposed by Ao’s Byakugan—proving Kotoamatsukami wasn’t flawless.)  

"And…" Shisui added, "once activated, it enters a cooldown lasting years… even decades."  

(Unless one possessed Hashirama’s cells, which reduced it to mere hours—a fact only Yoru knew.)  

Danzō scoffed. "So it’s detectable and has a decade-long cooldown?"  

"Hiruzen, you’d stake the village’s fate on this?!"  

Hiruzen wavered, turning to the elders. "Your thoughts?"  

Koharu and Homura exchanged glances.  

"It’s true—Kotoamatsukami isn’t foolproof."  

"But if it stops the Uchiha coup, it’s worth attempting. Worst case, they rebel as planned."  

Homura agreed. "And we can tie this to the Cloud incident."  

"If Shisui controls the Uchiha, we can hand Yoru over to Kumo as a scapegoat."  

"His Mangekyō alone would satisfy them more than the Byakugan ever could."  

Hiruzen grimaced. "The Raikage won’t settle for just that…"  

Koharu’s eyes gleamed. **"Then we give them both—Yoru and his eyes."**  

Hiruzen’s breath hitched.  

Of course.  

Kumo had wanted the Byakugan. Offering the Mangekyō instead would be an upgrade.  

"The other clans may protest…"  

Homura shrugged. "A necessary sacrifice."  

"Let Shisui control the Uchiha, surrender Yoru to Kumo, and we solve two crises at once."  

"Only one question remains…"  

"Shisui—can you do it?"  

"Yoru wields the Mangekyō too."  

Shisui’s voice hardened. "His eyes are newly awakened. They’re no match for Kotoamatsukami."  

"I will succeed."  

Koharu studied him. "You originally planned to control Yoru, didn’t you?"  

"To turn him into Konoha’s weapon?"  

"You still have… hopes for him."  

Shisui sighed. "In talent and power, Yoru is unparalleled."  

"Perhaps even rivaling myself… and Itachi."  

"I’d prefer to spare him… but his resolve is unshakable."  

Hiruzen understood. Even controlled, Yoru would haunt his nightmares.  

Only death would bring peace.  

"Then it’s decided."  

"Yoru dies."  

"His corpse and eyes go to Kumo."  

"The rest… falls to you, Shisui."  

Shisui inhaled deeply—then bowed.  

"Understood, Hokage-sama."  

"The Uchiha…"  

"Will know peace."  

Chapter 48: Uchiha Itachi!  

The Hokage’s Office – A Fractured Decision  

The four Konoha elders and Uchiha Shisui had reached their verdict.  

First: Kill Yoru.  

Then: Use Kotoamatsukami to rewrite the Uchiha clan’s will.  

This was Hiruzen and his advisors’ plan—but Danzō had other designs.  

Shisui understood. This was the endgame.  

He met Hiruzen’s gaze solemnly.  

"Hokage-sama… I go now."  

"This will be my final proof of loyalty."  

His eyes flicked toward Danzō—a silent warning.  

If slaughtering my own kin and brainwashing my clan isn’t enough…  

…then nothing will be.  

Hiruzen sighed. "Shisui… to me, you are loyalty."  

"Like your ancestor, Uchiha Kagami—whom even the Nidaime trusted implicitly."  

"You are my Kagami."  

The name stirred Shisui’s blood.  

"I swear on my life—I will repay your faith!"  

With that, he vanished from the office.  

Danzō snorted. "You truly trust him?"  

Koharu frowned. "Let him try. Using Uchiha against Uchiha is efficient."  

Danzō’s voice dripped ice. "After all these years… you remain fools."  

He stood to leave.  

Hiruzen’s voice cracked like a whip. "Where are you going?!"  

"My affairs are my own."  

"You mean to steal Shisui’s Mangekyō, don’t you?!"  

Danzō paused. "What if I am?"  

"You overstep, Danzō!" Hiruzen’s eyes burned. "You disregard the Hokage’s authority!"  

"You disregard reality!" Danzō spat. "Trusting an Uchiha—!"  

"Shisui’s loyalty surpasses yours!"  

Danzō recoiled—then laughed bitterly. "Ah… so it’s finally said."  

"You never trusted me."  

"Trust is earned."  

"Then watch as I earn it." Danzō stormed out.  

Hiruzen turned to his advisors. "Shadow Danzō. Do not let him interfere."  

As they departed, doubt gnawed at Hiruzen.  

Was Shisui truly reliable?  

Or should I seize Kotoamatsukami for myself?  

One thing was certain—it could never fall to Danzō.  

"ANBU!"  

Three figures materialized, kneeling.  

"Accompany me."  

"At once, Hokage-sama!"  

Shisui’s Resolve – A Clash of Ideals 

Amidst the village’s political storm, Shisui’s goal was pure:  

Prove his loyalty.  

Yoru’s death would secure peace with Kumo.  

Yoru’s death would "save" the Uchiha.  

To Shisui, even Fugaku was no true threat—only Yoru, the man who shattered his convictions and bent Konoha’s fate around himself.  

Without his elimination… the coup cannot be stopped.  

Yet…  

Despite his confidence in victory, Yoru’s fanatical eyes haunted him.  

This wasn’t about strength—Shisui knew his power.  

It was about will.  

If I fall… who will bridge the clan and village?  

An answer flashed in his mind:  

Uchiha Itachi.  

His protégé. His friend. His only equal in understanding.  

Before facing Yoru, he would entrust his dream to Itachi.  

He headed for Naka River—where Itachi trained relentlessly.  

Unaware…  

The hunter was being hunted.  

The Prodigy’s Omen – Itachi’s Burden 

Shisui found Itachi before reaching the river.  

At just eleven, the boy’s eyes held depths no one could fathom—not even Shisui.  

But one truth was absolute:  

Itachi loved Konoha.  

As Hiruzen once said, "Itachi had a Hokage’s mind at seven."  

His vision surpassed even Shisui’s.  

If I fail… he will achieve the peace I couldn’t.  

"Itachi? You’re not training today?"  

"…A rare sight."  

Shisui managed a smile.  

Itachi spoke slowly, voice heavy.  

"Shisui… something feels wrong today."  

Shisui blinked—then chuckled.  

Of course he sensed it.  

"Is the clan in turmoil?"  

Itachi’s gaze sharpened.  

Shisui told him everything.  

"Yoru… did that?!"  

Itachi’s composure cracked.  

"Yes. He stands against peace now."  

"So I will end him."  

Itachi’s fists clenched. "You’re certain?"  

"Worried for me?" Shisui grinned. "Have faith."  

"But if I do fall… you must inherit my will, Itachi."  

A pause. Then—  

"…Me?"  

Shisui gripped his shoulder. "Only you can unite the clan and village."  

"Bring true peace, Uchiha Itachi."  

Silence stretched—until Itachi bowed.  

"I understand, Shisui."  

"I will protect them… at any cost."  

Shisui exhaled, relieved. "Then I fight without regrets."  

Itachi’s eyes flicked past him. "You’re being followed."  

"ANBU or ROOT." Shisui shrugged. "I sensed them earlier."  

"Let them watch. This battle decides our futures."  

Itachi’s voice hardened. "Then I will witness it."  

Shisui nodded. "Come."  

"Consider this… my final lesson to you."  

"How to kill… for peace."  

Chapter 49: Shisui's End – The Decisive Battle Begins!  

At the edge of the Uchiha district, by the banks of the Naka River, Yoru stood in silence.  

This battle with Shisui Uchiha had been delayed for far too long.  

Hiruzen Sarutobi wasn’t the only one growing impatient—Yoru himself was done waiting.  

It was time to end this.  

The river roared below the steep cliffs as Yoru meditated, refining his chakra even now.  

Then—  

Two figures approached along the shore.  

Shisui Uchiha… and Itachi.  

Yoru didn’t react.  

As they drew closer, the killing intent radiating from Shisui intensified.  

This man…  

Was his opposite in every way—his mirror, his antithesis.  

Now, their fates would collide.  

Shisui’s chakra surged to its peak, his aura sharp as a blade.  

"Yoru Uchiha."  

Yoru lifted his gaze.  

"You came."  

Shisui’s voice was low. "Enough talk. Let’s finish this."  

A smirk tugged at Yoru’s lips.  

"Fine."  

In an instant, their chakras erupted, clashing violently over the Naka River. The sheer pressure forced Itachi back, his face pale.  

Even as a prodigy, facing these two monsters left him breathless.  

The Uchiha bloodline carried an instinctive fear—a primal terror of stronger eyes.  

"Shisui is one thing… but for Yoru to reach this level…?"  

Itachi’s fists clenched.  

"He has to win…"  

"Shisui…"  

No more words were needed.  

This was a fight to the death.  

Far from the battlefield, three factions watched in silence.  

• Danzō and ROOT, poised to seize Shisui’s Mangekyō.  

• Koharu and Homura’s forces, monitoring Danzō’s movements.  

• Hiruzen and his ANBU, waiting to play the final hand. 

All of them wanted the same thing—for both Uchiha to fall.  

Meanwhile, within the Uchiha compound, Fugaku and the clan observed from afar.  

Yoru had asked them not to interfere…  

But Fugaku couldn’t suppress his unease.  

"Shisui is the strongest shinobi in Konoha right now."  

Since Minato’s death, the Sannin’s departure, and Hiruzen’s decline, Shisui stood above all—even Kakashi and Might Guy were still too young.  

"Yoru… can you really win?"  

"Begin!"  

Though only Itachi stood as witness, the entire village watched.  

Shisui struck first.  

"Shurikenjutsu!"  

A barrage of kunai and shuriken shot toward Yoru—each one aimed with lethal precision.  

Itachi’s eyes widened.  

"Shisui’s legendary accuracy…!"  

Yet Yoru didn’t even flinch.  

With a slight shift of his body, every projectile missed.  

As if he’d moved before they were even thrown.  

Itachi’s breath caught.  

"That’s not a Body Flicker…"  

"His eyes predicted the trajectories instantly!"  

"This man… is terrifying!"  

Shisui didn’t falter. He’d expected no less from his greatest rival.  

In the next heartbeat, he unleashed his signature technique—  

"Mirage Clone Jutsu!"  

The move that earned him the title "Shisui of the Body Flicker."  

Ten afterimages split from his body—each one a tangible, attacking entity.  

Not mere illusions.  

Not shadow clones.  

Ten real bodies, striking at once.  

Yoru’s response was instantaneous.  

"Lightning Release Chakra Mode."  

Electricity surged through his body, igniting every cell.  

Crackling lightning wreathed him like a storm god.  

Then—  

BOOM!  

He vanished in a flash of light.  

Hiruzen, Danzō, and Fugaku all stiffened.  

"So it’s true…"  

"He’s mastered Kumogakure’s secret technique!"  

After the Yellow Flash’s death, the Fourth Raikear had claimed the title of "fastest shinobi alive" with this very jutsu.  

Now, Yoru wielded it.  

Lightning Release Chakra Mode vs. Mirage Clone Jutsu.  

The Raikage’s supreme speed vs. Shisui’s legendary flicker.  

Who was faster?  

Every observer held their breath.  

Even Itachi’s three-tomoe Sharingan struggled to track them.  

"I can’t… keep up…!"  

CLANG!  

Blades clashed as Shisui’s ten forms struck from all angles—  

Yet Yoru’s lightning-cloaked body dodged them all.  

For the first time…  

Shisui’s speed had been surpassed.  

Chapter 50: Susanoo!  

The Speed of Lightning vs. The Shadow of Death  

Uchiha Shisui’s blood ran cold.  

His pride—his unmatched speed—had been outrun.  

Yet he refused to retreat. Numbers would be his advantage.  

His blade transformed mid-strike, splitting into a dozen phantom slashes—  

—as if multiple Shisuis attacked simultaneously, each wielding a distinct swordsmanship style.  

To the average shinobi, it was a blur:  

Streaks of lightning chasing phantoms in the dark.  

Even Hiruzen and Danzō could only guess at Shisui’s tactics.  

Witnessing the battle? Impossible.  

Sweat drenched not just Itachi—but every onlooker.  

"This… this is beyond S-rank…"  

"What monsters are they?!"  

ANBU. ROOT. The Police Force.  

All stood frozen in awe.  

Uchiha Fugaku’s voice trembled. "To think… these two had reached such heights."  

The Dance of Thunder and Flame 

Yoru’s Sharingan had already deciphered Shisui.  

Every feint. Every pivot. Predicted.  

His reflexes—honed by Raiton Chakra Mode—matched his foresight.  

Instinctively, his blade wove through Shisui’s illusions like water, the lightning alive in his grip.  

CRACK—BOOM!  

Fifty exchanges in a breath.  

Steel clashed, birthing storms of sparks.  

Shisui’s mind reeled.  

How?!  

His Mirage Clone Jutsu—enhanced by kenjutsu—had slaughtered entire platoons. Yet this man dismantled it like child’s play!  

Gritting his teeth, Shisui unleashed his second trump card:  

Fire Release: Blazing Sword!  

Flames fused with his blade—  

—a dozen phantoms now wreathed in infernos.  

Fugaku whispered, "I’d be dead already."  

Beside him, Uchiha Yashiro nodded grimly.  

Even Hiruzen and Danzō paled.  

But Yoru?  

Smirking.  

His counter was a masterpiece:  

Lightning Release: False Darkness Blade!  

Thunder and fire collided—  

—and thunder prevailed.  

Shisui’s techniques, though lethal, lacked synergy.  

Yoru’s were born to merge:  

Raiton Chakra Mode + False Darkness Blade = A Storm Given Form.  

Lightning scoured the battlefield, shredding illusions like paper.  

"IMPOSSIBLE!"  

Shisui’s voice cracked. Fear—true fear—flared in his chest.  

Desperate, he channeled every drop of chakra—  

—but Yoru was faster. Sharper. Untouchable.  

BOOM—!  

A single, cataclysmic strike.  

All twelve phantoms—annihilated.  

Shisui hurtled backward, blood spraying from his lips.  

"SHISUI!"  

Itachi lunged—  

—only to be halted by Shisui’s ragged command:  

"STAY BACK!"  

Wiping his mouth, Shisui rose. "This… is our fight."  

Yoru loomed, lightning crackling. "You’ve lost."  

His blade screamed toward Shisui’s heart—  

—when everything changed.  

The Green God Awakens 

Shisui’s Sharingan whirled.  

Three tomoe melted, reshaping into a four-bladed windmill.  

Mangekyō Sharingan.  

Yoru’s strike halted—inches from Shisui’s chest—  

—blocked by an invisible force.  

Then…  

A tremor.  

A colossal emerald chakra erupted from Shisui’s body—  

—solidifying into a skeletal giant.  

Muscle. Flesh. Armor.  

The battlefield shook.  

Hiruzen’s pipe clattered to the ground.  

Danzō’s eye bulged.  

Fugaku’s knees buckled.  

One word escaped their lips in unison:  

"SUSANOO…?!"