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*Chapter 106: One Against a Group (Part 1)*

“Fire Style!”

With a swift motion, Itsuki clasped his hands together, completing the hand signs.

“Great Fireball Jutsu!”

Boom!

A fireball, hundreds of meters in diameter, hurtled forward like a meteor.

Even though they'd seen it before, its size — even larger than a tailed beast — left everyone in awe.

This demonstrated Itsuki's control over the technique!

It showed the immense chakra reserves he possessed!

Swoosh!

The massive fireball roared towards Shisui, Fugaku, and Itachi.

The three stood together.

Shisui and Itachi instantly used their body flicker techniques to vanish.

But Fugaku remained rooted to the spot, unmoving, facing the fireball with his eyes gently closing.

Boom!

The fireball struck Fugaku directly.

Everyone gasped in shock.

“What’s going on? Why didn’t he dodge?”

Toji and Setsuna murmured to themselves in disbelief.

BOOM!

A massive explosion rang out.

Amidst the shocked gazes of the onlookers, a giant blue-black figure emerged, holding a massive sword, slicing through the fireball with ease.

Fugaku stood calmly at the center of this enormous figure.

“That’s... the Mangekyo Sharingan!”

Setsuna, staring at Fugaku’s eyes, muttered in disbelief.

At this moment, Fugaku’s eyes had evolved beyond the usual three-tomoe Sharingan. His original three tomoe were now enveloped by three large, interlocking tomoe.

The outer tomoe were large and black, while the inner ones were smaller and white.

The pattern was both mysterious and beautiful.

“Bastard!”

Confirming that it was indeed the Mangekyo Sharingan, Setsuna suddenly erupted in anger.

With a furious snarl, he shouted, “Fugaku, you bastard!”

If Uchiha Fugaku had the Mangekyo Sharingan all this time, why did he endure so much?

For years, the Uchiha had suffered countless hardships and humiliations.

Their greatest humiliation had been when they were forced to relocate their entire clan.

It was like nailing the whole family to a pillar of shame!

After the night of the Nine-Tails attack, when a mysterious Uchiha had controlled the beast and caused the deaths of the Fourth Hokage and his wife, all the blame had been placed on the Uchiha.

Fugaku had the power to change this, but he chose to endure.

Unforgivable!

At this moment, Setsuna’s eyes began spinning, the three tomoe slowly evolving into something deeper.

“Susanoo!”

Itsuki looked at the massive blue-black figure and smiled faintly. “As expected, Fugaku, you have the Mangekyo. You truly are worthy of being the leader of the Uchiha clan.”

Fugaku looked calmly at Itsuki and said, “Itsuki, let’s communicate with our eyes. Today, you’ve cut off all retreat for the Uchiha. We need to understand each other deeply, for the future of our clan and people.”

He understood clearly that after Itsuki's bold words in the Hokage’s office earlier today, the Third Hokage and others would now see the Uchiha as a direct threat.

Itsuki’s words had essentially declared war on the Hokage.

Given any opportunity, the Hokage's side would surely seek to annihilate the Uchiha.

“You make a good point! Let’s have an open and honest discussion!”

Itsuki smiled faintly, and his Sharingan began to spin slowly.

The image of an ouroboros serpent appeared, coldly locking eyes with Fugaku before its head and tail connected.

Four larger tomoe appeared on the image, resembling a windmill shuriken.

The Mangekyo Sharingan!

“As I thought.”

Fugaku murmured, “So you've awakened the Mangekyo too? Heh.”

Boom!

Skeletons formed!

Flesh emerged!

The shape of a Tengu crow!

Itsuki’s own Susanoo appeared.

It stood tall, even larger than Fugaku’s by several meters, looking down on him from above.

Moreover, it wielded a massive crossbow!

“Hm?”

After summoning his Susanoo once again, Itsuki paused briefly.

It seemed like something had changed.

But what had changed, he couldn’t quite pinpoint.

He looked up at his Susanoo, momentarily silent.

Was it an illusion?

For some reason, the Susanoo felt... more real.

“Come on!”

With a wild laugh, Itsuki controlled his Susanoo and charged at Fugaku, kicking towards him.

Boom!

A heavy impact echoed out.

The blue-black Susanoo was sent flying.

Boom!

But Itsuki’s attack didn’t stop there. He raised his hand and fired an arrow.

“Haaah!”

With a roar, Fugaku’s Susanoo raised its sword to block the arrow.

Clang!

The sword and arrow clashed, creating a massive shockwave that sent waves rippling across the lake.

At the same time, Fugaku’s Susanoo was forced back even further.

“Is this all you’ve got?”

Itsuki sneered coldly, stepping forward to launch another charge.

Zzz!

Fugaku stared at Itsuki, his Mangekyo Sharingan spinning rapidly.

Susanoo let out a roar, punching towards Itsuki.

Boom!

Itsuki’s Susanoo raised its hand and met the punch head-on.

Under the tremendous force, Fugaku’s Susanoo continued to retreat.

“What incredible strength! It’s like... a tailed beast!”

Fugaku’s expression changed slightly as he swung his sword in return.

Boom!

Itsuki blocked with his crossbow, then followed up with a punch, sending Fugaku’s Susanoo flying once again.

In the blink of an eye, Fugaku was almost knocked out of the lake.

According to Uchiha’s unwritten rules, leaving the lake would be considered a defeat.

Fugaku’s face darkened. He unleashed more of his visual prowess, making his Susanoo more solid and powerful.

However, it still couldn’t compare to Itsuki’s overwhelming strength.

“Too weak, far too weak!”

Itsuki scoffed. “Fugaku, is this really all you’ve got? It seems you aren’t pride of the Uchiha clan after all.”

“Fire Style!”

“Great Fireball Jutsu!”

Itsuki clasped his hands together, using his Susanoo as a medium to cast a Fire Style jutsu.

Though the fireball didn’t grow in size, it became far more viscous.

If Itsuki himself was casting fire, the Susanoo’s flames were now more akin to molten lava.

Of course!

It wasn’t actually lava, just a transformation in the chakra’s nature.

But the power within it was something Fugaku didn’t dare to test.

Just being near it made him feel an intense sense of danger.

It felt... like a tailed beast.

Fugaku’s face completely changed at the thought.

Could Itsuki be a jinchuriki?

Boom!

Amidst another impact, Fugaku was sent flying again.

Itsuki was suppressing him!

Even though both of them wielded the Mangekyo Sharingan, Itsuki was displaying overwhelming strength.

Huff... huff...

Fugaku panted heavily, having lost too much strength. He could barely stand upright.

Using the Susanoo was already an enormous strain on a regular Mangekyo user.

Sigh... how pathetic.

Itsuki shook his head and sighed, murmuring, “With this level of power, how can you protect the Uchiha in the coming chaos?”

“Brother Itsuki, it’s true that my father is weak. But what if you add me?”

A soft voice echoed out.

Itsuki turned his head.

Itachi had also activated his Mangekyo Sharingan, and his orange-red Susanoo stood proudly before Itsuki, holding a sword and shield.

A second Mangekyo!

“Come on, Brother Itsuki. Teach me a lesson with my Mangekyo!”

Itachi suddenly burst into wild laughter, charging towards Itsuki.

He didn’t punch or kick, but rammed into him with his entire body.

Boom!

With that impact, Itsuki’s Susanoo finally staggered backward.

“Ahahaha!”

Itachi laughed even louder, more wildly.

“What are you laughing at, kid? Let me show you how to laugh!”

“Wahahaha!”

After a cold snort, Itsuki’s eerie laughter rang out.

He leaped into the air, and his massive Susanoo descended, sitting directly on top of Itachi’s Susanoo, pinning him to the ground.

Then...

A left hook. A right hook...

The crackling sound of punches echoed endlessly.

(End of the chapter)

*Chapter 107: One Against Many (2)*

"Keep laughing!"

"Go on, laugh some more!"

"Come on, give me another laugh!"

"Haha!"

While laughing hysterically, Itsuki kept throwing punches, pounding Itachi.

After just a few hits, cracks began to appear on Itachi's Susanoo.

Itachi was stunned.

Ever since he awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan and obtained Susanoo, he had tried everything, but nothing could break through its defense.

This was supposed to be absolute defense!

But now, Itsuki’s punches were actually cracking it.

A thought popped into Itachi’s head: If this fist hit the Third Hokage, one punch would probably turn him into a pile of meat.

"Bang!"

At that moment, a large foot kicked Itsuki to the side.

A dark blue Susanoo stood in front of Itachi’s orange-red one.

Fugaku was protecting Itachi.

"Father!"

Itachi was touched.

Fugaku, however, glared coldly at Itachi, nodding repeatedly. "Well done, you little brat, well done."

Little brat?  

Itachi realized Fugaku must have picked up the insult from Itsuki. Somehow, it felt good to say!

Sarutobi Hiruzen, you brat!  

Shimura Danzo, you brat!

"Father, what's wrong?"

"What do you think?" Fugaku said coldly, "Does Itsuki know you awakened the Mangekyo?"

Itachi instantly realized where the problem was. "… Yes, he knows."

"And do I know?"

"… You probably don’t."

"Are you a little brat?!"

"… Yes, I am."

"Hmph, deal with Itsuki first, and then I’ll deal with you later!"

Fugaku’s expression was grim.

His own son, the one he valued most, the one he was raising as his successor, had shared his biggest secret with an outsider but hadn’t told him. How could he not feel hurt?

They weren’t the only ones upset.

Two other people, Uchiha Toji and Uchiha Setsuna, both elders of the clan, were also watching with grim expressions.

Itsuki didn’t lose his Mangekyo?  

Fugaku has awakened the Mangekyo?  

Itachi has also awakened the Mangekyo?  

The elders had no idea.

Damn it! If we had known Uchiha had three pairs of Mangekyo Sharingan, why would we ever care about the Third Hokage? We could’ve mocked them to their faces, and they’d have to smile back!

Konoha Village? It should have long been renamed Uchiha Village!

Meanwhile, unnoticed by the others, Shisui was silently observing the fight, a complex look on his face. Something seemed to be changing in his eyes, and he appeared to be undergoing a personal struggle.

"Yah-hoo!"

Itsuki shouted as his Susanoo grew even taller.

A normal Susanoo ranges from 20 to 25 meters in height.

Itachi and Fugaku were at this level.

Fugaku’s was slightly taller, nearly 25 meters.

But!

Itsuki’s Susanoo started at 28 meters tall.

And now, after pouring more energy into it, it easily surpassed 30 meters, reaching a height of around 33 meters.

So!

Itsuki looked down at Fugaku and Itachi, feeling superior.

Two kids. Just a couple of slaps!

"You two, come at me together!"

Itachi stared intently at Itsuki. "Father! Let me go first!"

He was cautious because Itsuki was no ordinary opponent.

At the same time, he was excited. He would be fighting alongside his father, and their opponent was none other than Uchiha Itsuki.

"We need to finish this quickly!"

Fugaku sounded annoyed, which was clear from his tone. "Susanoo is a forbidden technique. It not only causes unbearable pain, but using it too much can make us lose our eyesight permanently."

Itachi was shocked.

He had only recently awakened the Mangekyo and had no idea about this.

"I understand! We’ll use the most aggressive attacks."

"Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit!"

Itsuki let out a series of strange cries and charged toward Itachi and Fugaku.

"You like to charge?"

"Bang!"

With a loud crash, Itachi was sent flying by Itsuki’s charge.

"You like to kick?"

"Bang!"

Fugaku was stomped under Itsuki's foot, starting from his head.

"What the @#￥%&*!"

Fugaku cursed loudly in rage.

He had kicked Itsuki once, but did Itsuki really have to go this far?

There’s a rule: don’t hit someone in the face.

But here Itsuki was, stomping directly on his face.

"I stomp, I stomp, I stomp stomp stomp!"

After landing a hit, Itsuki’s Susanoo began bouncing up and down on Fugaku’s body.

He was going all out.

"I’m a wild stallion, I jump, I jump, I jump and jump again!"

He had quite the rhythm.

Fugaku struggled desperately, but Itsuki's crushing weight knocked him down every time. He couldn’t get up.

"Father, I’m coming to save you!"

Itachi shouted, raising his long sword and charging at Itsuki.

He had to save his father.

"Bang!"

Itsuki blocked with his giant crossbow, then countered with a powerful strike that sent Itachi spinning in place. He didn’t even have time to raise his shield.

Pieces of his Susanoo shattered and scattered everywhere.

One fragment landed near Shisui.

As he watched it disintegrate into the air, Shisui instinctively reached out to touch it...

Fugaku struggled to get up.

Itsuki glanced at him and sneered, shouting, "Here comes the bomber!"

With a powerful leap, Itsuki dropped down, landing right on Fugaku’s face.

"Boom!"

Just as Fugaku managed to lift himself halfway, his head was driven into the ground, and he sank into the lake beneath him.

Damn!

He was about to lose his mind.

After struggling for so long, Itsuki had knocked him out with one final blow.

How could anyone endure that?

Fugaku couldn’t.

"Sizzle!"

Endless lightning began to gather.

"Huh?"

Itsuki was taken aback.

Fugaku slowly rose from the water, glaring at Itsuki coldly.

Lightning surrounded his entire body.

"Roar!"

With a low growl, all the lightning gathered in Fugaku’s hand, forming a spear nearly 30 meters long.

"Lightning Spear!"

He hurled the lightning spear.

As soon as it left his hand, it seemed to teleport in front of Itsuki.

"Boom!"

Itsuki was hit directly, sent flying, and crashed into the water.

"Nice one, Father!"

Itachi shouted, his eyes fixed on Itsuki as he unleashed his ocular power: "Amaterasu!"

"Boom!"

Black flames engulfed Itsuki, burning even as he sank into the lake.

"Hmm?"

Everyone was startled by the sight.

Flames that could burn underwater?

And…

Several of them exchanged thoughtful glances at Itachi.

Was that a visual jutsu?

"Did we win?"

Itachi covered his eyes, breathing heavily.

"It won’t be that easy!"

Fugaku’s expression remained grim.

"Heh heh, ha ha!"

A villainous laugh echoed from the lake.

Itsuki slowly floated up from the water, grinning wickedly at the father-son duo. "Not bad, not bad. That attack had some bite. It finally gave me a bit of pleasure, but it’s not enough. Come on, keep dancing!"

"Let’s see you dance!"

Raising his hand, Itsuki launched three arrows, all aimed at Itachi.

Then, he rushed toward Fugaku himself.

*End of Chapter*

Chapter 108: One Against Many (3)

"Ah! Hit, hit, hit hit hit!"

Itsuki faced off against Fugaku, throwing a series of military-style punches, leaving Fugaku dazed and confused, as if performing a real-life drunken fist technique.

Fugaku's Susanoo was in tatters—one arm missing, and half its face shattered.

Several of the fragments flew toward Shisui.

This time, it was intentional on Itsuki's part.

He had just discovered something interesting.

Shisui had absorbed some fragments of Itachi's Susanoo, and he seemed to be undergoing some kind of strange transformation.

The most noticeable change was in his ocular power.

It had taken a significant leap forward.

Itsuki, being a sensory ninja, was fully aware of the battlefield, even while fighting Itachi and Fugaku.

This piqued his interest, so he intentionally shattered Fugaku's Susanoo, sending its fragments toward Shisui.

After all, that's his brother.

A real one.

Since Shisui was undergoing a transformation, Itsuki naturally wanted to help.

As for what Fugaku thought? That wasn't Itsuki's concern.

As the Uchiha clan leader, Fugaku surely wanted to help his clansmen—even if it meant sacrificing himself!

Itsuki vouched for Fugaku!

And as expected.

Shisui absorbed more of the fading Susanoo fragments, and his ocular power became even more turbulent.

It was as if something was about to break free.

"I'm quite curious, Shisui. Keep it up," Itsuki said with a meaningful gaze.

His hands, however, struck even harder, beating both Fugaku and Itachi, who howled in frustration.

No matter how fiercely they fought back, they were effortlessly suppressed.

In front of Itsuki, they felt like children facing an adult, not even close to being a match for him.

"Why is this happening...?" Toji asked, looking confused.

"They're all Mangekyō users, right? Why is Itsuki still dominating them two-on-one?"

Setsuna remained calm and replied indifferently, "What's so strange about it? Among the Uchiha, there are more than a few who can take on two with just a regular Sharingan. Itsuki is just particularly strong, even among Mangekyō users."

"I guess that's true, but still... this is the Mangekyō we're talking about," toji said, his expression complicated.

Ordinary Uchiha had no idea what the Mangekyō Sharingan even was.

Even the elders didn't fully understand it.

But they knew it was the ultimate dream of the Uchiha.

A legendary ocular technique.

Countless Uchiha spent their entire lives trying to glimpse its power, only to fail.

And now, here were three sets of Mangekyō Sharingan in one place.

Three pairs of Mangekyō.

This was a moment of glory for the Uchiha.

The peak of their power.

As an elder of the clan, toji was genuinely overjoyed.

Of course, there was also regret.

None of these three were part of the pacifist faction.

Itsuki once was, but even he eventually broke away.

"Did I make the wrong choice?" toj0i muttered, his eyes full of confusion.

"You absolutely made the wrong choice," Setsuna replied coldly, his voice filled with a hint of battle readiness. "My choice is the correct one. I'll prove that soon enough."

"Oh, and one more thing."

"Itsuki can fight two at once, not only because of his own strength but also because Fugaku and Itachi are weak!"

Toji was dumbfounded.

Those are Mangekyō users!

An elder Uchiha calling two Mangekyō Sharingan wielders weak? Where did he get the nerve?

"Boom!"

Itsuki landed a punch, and Fugaku collapsed onto the lake.

Once again, face first!

Fugaku was at his wits' end.

What kind of sick joke is this?

"Boom!"

Itsuki kicked Itachi into the air, scattering countless fragments of Susanoo as he ascended.

"Weak, far too weak."

Itsuki's eyes fixed on Fugaku and Itachi, and the Ouroboros in his pupils seemed to roar.

"With you guys like this, how can I trust you to venture out into the world?" Itsuki sighed deeply, his face full of disappointment, while his eyes flashed with extreme disdain.

It was as if he was saying, "Is this all you've got?"

Fugaku's face turned ashen, but there was nothing he could do.

He really couldn't win.

No matter how hard he fought, no matter how wild he became, it was all for nothing.

"Haha! Itsuki, right now, you're the strongest in the Uchiha clan!" Setsuna laughed aloud. "But just how strong? I want to find out. You wouldn't mind if an old man like me joined in, would you?"

"Setsuna?"

Toji was stunned.

Are you out of your mind?

Three Mangekyō users stared at Setsuna but didn't voice any objections.

They sensed a similar energy from him.

As expected!

Setsuna's eyes began to change from the three-tomoe pattern to a unique symbol.

Mangekyō Sharingan!

The fourth pair of Mangekyō!

"Impossible!" Toji shrieked.

At that moment, he felt like he was seeing his late wife… walking hand-in-hand with two young men, laughing as they strolled through a flower-filled meadow.

Is this really Setsuna?

Uchiha Setsuna?

The man he'd been competing with for half his life?

Back in Uchiha Madara's era, they were young and relatively unknown, but they had shown some talent and started to compete—similar to Danzo and the Third Hokage.

Now, his old rival had taken the lead—or rather, taken a crucial step forward—and awakened the Mangekyō!

Fugaku squinted at Setsuna and asked, "Elder, are those eyes yours?"

Toji was taken aback.

What does that mean?

Could they not be his?

Did he steal them from someone?

Setsuna looked at Fugaku deeply and slowly replied, "No, they belonged to a predecessor. Before he died, he asked me to take his eyes and, one day, give them to someone worthy."

His gaze shifted to Itsuki. "I originally planned to give them to Itsuki, but..."

"I don't need them!" Itsuki shrugged. "My eyes feel pretty good as they are!"

Shisui's face darkened.

This jerk!

Of course your eyes feel great!

"Haha!"

Setsuna chuckled. "I had already decided to use the last of my strength to kill Danzo and the Third Hokage. But now..."

Everyone fell silent.

Setsuna had done many unforgivable things.

But he was also a wise elder.

From his perspective, had the Uchiha really fallen so far that he had to stake his life on assassinating Danzo and the Third Hokage?

Fugaku's face turned especially grim.

This was a complete rejection of his leadership!

An absolute rejection!

Only when a clan was on the brink of collapse would an elder resort to a life-or-death gamble.

"Wait!" Itsuki suddenly shouted. "Don't kill the Third Hokage or Danzo. Trust me, I have a use for them—an important one!"

Setsuna gave Itsuki a long look, and his skeletal giant slowly formed.

His Susanoo was pitch black!

Pure black!

A darkness that seemed capable of devouring everything.

Three Susanoo formed a triangular formation around Itsuki.

"Itsuki, come!" Setsuna said with a smile. "Let's have a proper fight... Oof!"

Before he could finish speaking, Itsuki had already launched a brutal kick to his face.

"Not gonna lie, you just don’t look like a good person. I've been wanting to kick you for a while now."

Itsuki shouted excitedly, "Let's keep dancing!"

The third round began!

Itsuki versus three!

And with that kick, Setsuna's Susanoo shattered into pieces.

Once again, fragments of Susanoo flew toward Shisui.

(End of chapter)

*Chapter 109: One vs Many (4)*

Zzzzz!

Boom!!!

Once again, Fugaku summoned a spear of lightning in his hand and threw it at Itsuki.

It was as if it teleported.

The lightning spear instantly appeared in front of Itsuki.

Even though Itsuki was prepared this time, he was still forced to retreat repeatedly.

“Heh, as expected of a father and son!”

Itsuki used Susanoo and gave Fugaku a huge thumbs up, saying, “Itachi’s Amaterasu and your lightning spear are very similar in nature—impossible to defend against. Now I’m starting to believe Itachi really is your biological son.”

“Oh, my dear Mikoto, you’re too faithful. I commend you.”

His eyes seemed to sparkle.

Fugaku’s face darkened.

So, all along, you were doubting that Itachi was my real son? And… is that really something to be praised?

If Itsuki could hear his thoughts, he would definitely nod emphatically.

Fugaku had always been indecisive. In the past, he was the type who was weak toward outsiders but ruthless toward his own family.

And Itachi? With just a little effort, he wiped out the entire clan!

You're telling me that's his biological son?

Do you believe it?

Oh, both of them are ruthless toward their own kin—that’s a common trait, right?

Suddenly, Itsuki's eyes filled with murderous intent.

Damn it!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got! This father and son duo were really something!

Seriously, both of them have Mangekyō Sharingan, so why did the Uchiha clan get annihilated in the original story? You two are so disillusioned with life—why not kill Danzo and the Third Hokage instead?

Two Mangekyō, and you can’t take them down? And yet, you turned your weapons against your own clan!

“Kill!”

Itsuki roared and threw a punch.

Bang!

Fugaku’s Susanoo’s head was instantly blown apart.

Bang!

Immediately after, Itsuki clasped his hands together and smashed down hard.

Bang!

Fugaku’s Susanoo shattered from the neck down.

If Fugaku hadn’t dodged quickly and left his Susanoo, his physical body might have been destroyed as well.

This sudden ferocity stunned both Itachi and Setsuna.

Their planned attacks were interrupted.

Setsuna even began to question whether participating in this battle, just to show off his power and expose his Mangekyō, was the right decision.

This guy’s temper...

One wrong move, and I’m dead.

He still wanted to earn some glory within the clan—not have his name engraved on the Memorial Stone.

Itsuki turned his head, his fierce gaze locking onto Itachi.

Fugaku and Itachi were father and son. Naturally, they’d team up.

If they worked together and led the Uchiha, it wouldn’t be impossible for them to restore the clan to the glory it had during Madara’s era.

After all!

In Madara’s era, there was still Hashirama Senju to suppress him.

But in this era, who could suppress two Susanoo users?

Are you counting on the Third Hokage and Danzo?

Are you crazy, or am I crazy?

And with two pairs of Mangekyō supported by the strongest clan?

An Uchiha with the Mangekyō is practically a controlled-tailed beast.

They’re absolutely strategic-level threats!

And yet!

That golden opportunity was squandered into dust!

Boom boom boom!

Itsuki moved toward Itachi step by step.

With each step, the entire lake trembled.

Itachi’s scalp tingled.

Just moments ago, Itsuki had seemed relaxed and joyful.

Was that even a battle? It was more like playing around!

But now?

Itsuki had turned into a tyrant, a destroyer of everything.

What went wrong?

Dad, did you hurt Itsuki too much?

He’s mad now.

Finally, Itsuki stood in front of Itachi, towering over him at over 30 meters tall, while Itachi’s Susanoo was only just over 20 meters. The pressure was immense.

Itachi felt his knees go a little weak.

He took a deep breath and said slowly, “Big brother Itsuki... uh!”

Bam bam bam!

After a flurry of punches, Itachi was shattered.

Resistance?

Nonexistent!

This was like a sixth-grader bullying a first-grader. Do you think you’re allowed to fight back?

Just take the bullying, young one!

In the end, Itsuki turned his gaze to Setsuna, thought for a moment, and said, “Forget it. There’s only one of you left. Let’s break you, too.”

As he spoke, he started walking toward Setsuna.

“I, I…” Setsuna stammered.

No, please!

Things become more valuable when they’re rare!

Shouldn’t I be cherished since I’m the last one left?

Why are you so casually deciding to break me?

Setsuna stared at Itsuki, like a rabbit caught in the gaze of a hawk.

In that moment, he finally understood.

Damn it!

He thought that having Mangekyō Sharingan meant he could stand proudly in front of people like Itsuki.

That kind of thinking was completely wrong.

Even among Mangekyō users, there were huge differences in power.

“Come on, Elder Setsuna, be good!”

Itsuki reached out with a menacing hand, saying, “Don’t resist, it’ll be over in an instant.”

Hearing those words, Setsuna instinctively started to tremble.

No... don’t come any closer!

Bang!

Crack!

Boom!!!

At that moment, something unexpected happened.

Shisui, who had absorbed fragments of Setsuna’s Susanoo, suddenly surged with a massive amount of chakra.

His body began to emit cracking sounds.

Then.

With a pained expression, Shisui’s eyes—their tomoe in the Sharingan—began to change in front of everyone.

The three tomoe slowly transformed into three crescent-shaped blades.

Mangekyō...

Everyone was stunned.

Another Mangekyō?

What’s going on? Is there an anniversary event where Mangekyōs are being given out wholesale?

Even Itsuki was surprised.

Setsuna’s Mangekyō was a result of Uchiha inheritance.

Fugaku and Itachi awakened theirs through their own efforts.

His own came as a reward for completing a mission.

Shisui had also once awakened his Mangekyō but later lost it to Itsuki.

Although it was never said that someone who lost their Mangekyō couldn’t get another one, this new Mangekyō looked completely different from the original pinwheel design.

A second type of Mangekyō!

“Is it because of Kagami’s eyes?”

Itsuki pondered.

A significant portion of Uchiha power is tied to their eyes.

For example, when Shisui lost his Mangekyō, part of his own power was also lost.

By merging two pairs of Mangekyō, Itsuki had also absorbed part of Shisui’s power into his own system.

The fusion of different chakra and ocular powers had created the Eternal Mangekyō.

The same thing was now happening with Shisui.

By merging part of Kagami’s power into his own, a transformation was inevitable.

But!

To jump straight to Mangekyō…

Itsuki hadn’t seen that coming.

Interesting!

“Huff... huff…”

Under everyone’s gaze, Shisui completed his final transformation.

He had once possessed the Mangekyō, so he easily adapted to Kagami’s eyes.

After all, they were blood relatives—grandfather and grandson.

The crescent blades in his eyes gently rotated.

Looking at the now-calm Shisui, everyone had mixed feelings.

Among them, Toji was the most devastated.

Good grief!

Out of six people here, five of them have Mangekyō.

And I’m the only one without one!

This is too much!

It’s really too much!

Toji was on the verge of tears.

Do I not have any dignity?

“Heh.”

Shisui stood up, smiled, and glanced at everyone.

Finally, he locked eyes with Itsuki and said, “Everyone, may I join this great battle?”

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, Itsuki kicked Setsuna, shattering him into pieces.

Quick and efficient!

Just like that, bold as ever!

Then, riding on his Susanoo, Itsuki swaggered up to Shisui, looking down at him, and smiled, “Of course, big brother. How about a duel?”

Shisui’s smile froze on his face.

(End of the chapter)

Chapter 110: Almost Scared to Death!

"I thought I had already grown up."

Shisui, standing at 1.8 meters tall, silently measured the 30-meter-tall Susanoo of Itsuki.

"Alright, alright!"

Toji stepped forward, trying to ease the tension, saying, "Itsuki, the battle is over. You’ve won."

He had to intervene.

Fugaku and Itachi were both recovering after a brutal beating.

Shisui’s Susanoo had also been shattered, and his breathing was uneven.

Not everyone is Madara, who could just summon another Susanoo after having one destroyed.

While the broken Susanoo didn’t cause them severe injuries, it was still uncomfortable.

Itsuki turned his head, surprised, looking at Toji with a strange expression.

Toji clenched his fist tightly.

No need for more words—I understand what you're implying.

Sorry, no Mangekyō Sharingan here!

"From now on..." Itsuki pointed at Fugaku and Itachi, saying, "I'm the leader of the Uchiha. Got a problem with that? All Uchiha must follow my orders. Understood?"

Fugaku’s face darkened. "What are you up to now?"

Noticing Itsuki's strange expression, Fugaku immediately shouted, "If you dare mention my wife again, I’ll fight you to the death!"

Oh, a threat?

I like that!

Itsuki chuckled.

He took a step forward and said, "Come on, Fugaku! If you don’t fight me, I’ll lose all respect for you. Come on, I’ll even give you one hand!"

Fugaku’s face turned pitch-black.

If I could beat you, even letting you live for one more minute would be disrespectful to nature.

But the problem is—I can't beat you!

"Big brother Itsuki!" Itachi sighed in resignation. "We’ve already surrendered."

Itsuki glanced at him and sneered, "Itachi, you’re not behaving now, huh? Tsk, tsk. Only a few days as vice-chief and you're already giving up? When I say I’m the boss of the Uchiha, I mean it. Got it?"

"Alright, everyone come over here! Let’s have a meeting!"

Itsuki clapped his hands, dismissing his Susanoo.

Everyone gathered quietly.

In any place, strength determines authority.

That’s why Itsuki insisted on this fight.

One reason was that he felt uneasy and wanted to fight. The other reason was to make these proud Uchiha submit.

Judging by the results, it worked great!

The six of them stood in a circle.

They were the strongest among the Uchiha, the decision-makers.

They decided the fate of the Uchiha clan.

They were about to discuss the future direction of the Uchiha.

"There are five Mangekyō Sharingan within the clan. I’m pleased. You haven’t let me down. Even if I leave, I can face the ancestors of the Uchiha with pride."

Itsuki’s eyes grew misty.

Hearing this overly mature remark, even the gray-haired Toji and Shisui struggled to keep a straight face.

Fugaku muttered to himself, With someone like you as the leader of the Uchiha, I can’t face the ancestors of the clan.

Itsuki’s expression turned serious as he said, "Therefore..."

"Uchiha Itsuki!"

A deep voice interrupted.

Space twisted, and a figure wearing an orange mask appeared—Tobi.

As soon as he arrived, he stumbled.

Damn, why is there water here?

Tobi looked irritated.

He had found Itsuki through Zetsu's spores.

Itsuki had been with Akatsuki for so long, there was no way Zetsu hadn’t planted spores on him.

He didn’t care where Itsuki was.

It didn’t matter.

With Kamui, no one could stop him.

Ever since he caused the Nine-Tails incident in Konoha years ago, Tobi felt invincible.

So, after confirming Itsuki’s location, Tobi warped over directly.

He looked up at Itsuki, ready to speak, but froze.

His eyes widened in shock.

His eyeballs seemed ready to pop out of their sockets.

What he saw were several pairs of Sharingan—and not just any Sharingan.

Mangekyō Sharingan!?

Impossible...

Tobi started silently counting, "One, two, three, four, five..."

Five pairs of Mangekyō Sharingan!?

Damn, am I dreaming?

Daydreaming?

Tobi’s pupils contracted to the extreme, and his three tomoe nearly disappeared.

Then...

Whoosh!

Without thinking, Tobi immediately activated Kamui and fled.

His instincts were spot on.

Just after he left, a barrage of attacks came his way.

Boom!

A huge explosion rang out.

In the aftermath, Zetsu appeared.

And then... there was no "and then."

He was wiped out before he could react.

Zetsu, dead.

...

"What just happened? Who was that?" Fugaku lowered his hand from the attack, hesitating.

"Who knows!" Itsuki shrugged. "He clearly wasn’t a good guy. He barged into Uchiha territory out of nowhere. Of course, we had to kill him."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

When the masked man appeared, they were all stunned. Then, when they saw Itsuki attack, they instinctively followed suit.

After all, they had five Mangekyō Sharingan!

If this information got out, the Third Hokage would lose his mind.

There’s no way they’d hesitate.

This was also why they attacked without second thoughts.

This secret had to be kept. Even unreliable Uchiha Jonin would be considered for temporary detention.

"Alright, let's continue!" Itsuki activated his Mangekyō, scanning the area to make sure Tobi had left. He sighed in frustration.

If only...

He really wanted to finish him off!

Unfortunately, Tobi was too good at running.

Kamui is so powerful that even the Fourth Hokage’s Flying Thunder God technique would be useless against it.

Tobi had his own little dimension, after all.

...

Whoosh!

In Kamui’s space, Tobi slammed heavily into the ground, rolling a few times before coming to a stop.

He had fled so quickly that it was almost reckless.

If he wasn’t already familiar with Kamui, he might have torn himself apart.

But in Kamui’s space, he was alone, so there was no embarrassment.

Plus...

Just moments ago, he genuinely felt like if he had been any slower, he would have died.

Whoosh!

Another figure appeared.

Only Tobi or Zetsu could enter Kamui’s space.

Tobi looked up, stunned. "Black Zetsu? What happened to White Zetsu?"

The Black Zetsu, normally cocoon-like with White Zetsu, was now a lump.

"White Zetsu is dead!" Black Zetsu roared angrily, glaring at Tobi. "What did you do? You went to find Uchiha Itsuki, right? Why were there so many attacks?"

Both Zetsu and Tobi had gone to find Itsuki.

Tobi’s Kamui was faster, so he arrived first.

Then Zetsu arrived.

But the moment Zetsu got there, a barrage of attacks hit.

Zetsu was utterly confused, thinking, Tobi got me into this mess!

Black Zetsu, being more resilient, narrowly escaped.

But White Zetsu wasn’t so lucky.

He didn’t even have time to react before being obliterated.

Black Zetsu was going mad.

That wasn’t just a clone; that was the real White Zetsu!

And now... dead!

Who could handle this?

Black Zetsu stared at Tobi, his expression verging on hysteria.

White Zetsu had been like a brother to him!

But inwardly, Tobi breathed a sigh of relief: I was right! Thank goodness I reacted quickly. If I had stayed, I’d be dead right now. What would’ve happened to my grand plan?

Faced with five pairs of Mangekyō, no matter how confident Tobi was, he knew he couldn’t win.

Any slower, and he’d be beaten senseless!

Even thinking about it, Tobi’s legs trembled.

How did the Uchiha manage to have five pairs of Mangekyō?

What have they been eating?

(End of chapter)