Facing the emotionally agitated Fugaku, the companion fully wrapped beside nma acted according to the predetermined plan.
Beneath the mask, those newly acquired three-tomoe Sharingan suddenly rotated, powerful genjutsu instantly pulling Fugaku into illusion.
Fugaku's brow furrowed, instinctively wanting to break free from the genjutsu, but the scenes appearing before him froze him in place.
'...Shisui?!'
In the vision, Fugaku imdiately recognized this mysterious person's identity. That suddenly vanished Uchiha genius—and now, in the genjutsu-constructed mory, he clearly saw the entire process of nma rescuing Shisui after his fall from the cliff.
Even more shocking, he witnessed the truth of the entire "massacre" operation—no, more accurately, a carefully orchestrated deception.
'Creating life? What kind of ability is this? So bloodline limit?'
The illusion clearly showed Itachi inviting the Ember organization's leader to assist with genocide, while this mysterious man secretly deceived Itachi.
Fugaku saw dove-faction Uchiha clan mbers disguised as dead through so life-creating power, while true hawk faction mbers were personally executed by nma...
'The Ember organization's actions? Itachi... was she being used?'
Complex emotions surged through Fugaku's heart like a tide.
First ca a wave of relief—the Uchiha clan hadn't truly perished; most clan mbers had been saved.
But imdiately after, harsh reality pressed down as he realized those rescued clan mbers could probably never return to Konoha. The Ember organization wouldn't easily let them return.
'As clan head... I almost personally destroyed the entire clan...'
Fugaku's clenched fist trembled slightly, his once sharp fighting spirit long dissipated, replaced by deep regret and self-bla. He lowered his head, suddenly seeming to age ten years.
Itachi sensed her father's abnormality. She warily watched the fully wrapped man beside nma—was it genjutsu? What exactly had her father seen in the illusion?
nma's voice tily broke the silence. "You want your sister to revive the Uchiha clan, right..." His tone carried so amusent.
"Isn't placing such a burden on a girl's shoulders too heavy?"
"Even if you spare your parents now, it won't affect your plan. Or... are you determined to harm your own birth parents?"
"...This isn't what we agreed upon." Itachi's voice ca terrifyingly low, the tomoe in her Sharingan slowly rotating. "You were only supposed to annihilate the other Uchiha clan mbers."
The next mont—
"Ugh!"
Fugaku suddenly doubled over, excruciating pain tearing through his abdon. Unnatural black flas ignited on his clan head robes without warning, fabric turning to ash the instant it touched the fire.
[Amaterasu]
Blood tears flowed from Itachi's eyes as the ominous black flas were released from this Mangekyō Sharingan. The flas clung to Fugaku like maggots to bone, first burning through his abdon before beginning to incinerate internal organs. Fugaku dropped to one knee, beads of sweat rolling from his forehead.
"You really are extre." Seeing the sudden ambush, nma's voice turned cold.
"You overstepped, Ember. The truth must be buried in darkness."
"Stop! Itachi!"
A piercing cry split the night sky. Uchiha Mikoto rushed from the street corner, her kimono hem fluttering in the wind from her running. This mother had clearly hurried from ho. She never imagined she'd witness her daughter striking down her husband.
But the very next second—
Boom!
The sa black flas exploded on Mikoto's body. This woman who'd retired from the front lines imdiately froze in place, flas spreading from her chest.
'So... she won't even spare ?'
Mikoto staggered and collapsed, the burning agony making her vision blur. In her gradually dimming sight, she saw tears sliding down her daughter's face, glittering in the moonlight.
Those tears were quickly dried by the night wind.
When Itachi raised her head again, only heart-chilling resolve remained in her eyes. Air currents from Shunshin stirred fallen leaves on the ground, and by the ti nma wanted to intervene, only a few swirling withered leaves remained.
She was going to complete her final mission—to see her sister.
"How could... Itachi... how could she beco like this?!"
Shisui's voice carried undisguisable tremor as he stared fixedly at where Itachi had vanished. He couldn't understand how—when the plan could be implented, when the doves had been saved, when... there was no need to go this far.
Yet Itachi chose the most extre thod.
Not threats, not control, but silencing.
Even against her own birth parents.
"...On the trolley problem, she's quite absolute indeed."
nma didn't respond to Shisui's shock, only walking toward Uchiha Fugaku collapsed in a pool of blood. Amaterasu's black flas still burned, but Fugaku had already fainted from the excruciating pain, flas consuming his body with faint "sizzling" sounds.
"Drag the clan head's wife over." nma's voice remained calm. "Be careful not to touch those flas."
Shisui snapped back to awareness, imdiately understanding nma's intent—he was going to save them!
Without questions, Shisui used Shunshin to reach the street corner, carefully avoiding Amaterasu's residual flas to drag Mikoto, similarly burned by black fire, to nma's side. The woman had fallen unconscious, undried tear tracks still on her pale face.
Now both Uchiha burned by Amaterasu lay side by side before nma.
What ca next was crucial. Behind nma, two ethereal figures only he could see slowly materialized...
"The scene might be sowhat gory. Better not to watch, but it's up to you."
Before finishing his words, Gold Experience behind him had already swung both fists, brilliant life energy pouring like a galactic torrent onto Fugaku and Mikoto's broken bodies.
"Be born, new life."
Instantly, those internal organs burned to nothing by Amaterasu began transforming into strange flowering vines. Erald tendrils wrapped around blooming pure white flowers, spreading tenaciously under the black flas' burning. nma's kunai flashed coldly, precisely cutting the stems connecting to the flas—finally, Amaterasu completely separated from their bodies.
But the crisis hadn't lifted.
Having lost most internal organs, Fugaku's complexion rapidly turned ashen while Mikoto's breathing beca barely perceptible. Gold Experience imdiately continued infusing life energy, halos enveloping both, barely maintaining their flickering life flas.
The severed vines completely turned to ash in the black flas. With the last combustible material's disappearance, those flas supposedly "never extinguishing until the target burns completely" finally dissipated unwillingly into the night sky.
Now!
"Crazy Diamond!"
The azure Stand suddenly manifested, fists erupting with astonishing restorative power.
Shisui had never witnessed such a bizarre scene—those plant remains already turned to ash actually reaggregated in mid-air, vines twisting and writhing as they gradually restored into living organ tissue.
Even more shocking, these organs seed drawn by invisible force back into their bodies, precisely filling the cavities burned away, even burn wounds beginning to slowly heal.
This power...
Shisui's Sharingan spun frantically, trying to analyze this scene beyond reason. But just as restoration neared completion, nma suddenly stopped.
'Now isn't the ti to expose abilities...' He gazed at the unconscious pair, silently apologizing: I'm sorry, I can't completely heal you right now. Once this matter truly ends, I'll definitely restore you completely.
Ultimately, though Fugaku and Mikoto's breathing remained weak, their lives were preserved. Faint color returned to their pale faces, proving this miraculous feat had indeed occurred.
"You... really saved them."
Shisui's voice trembled slightly. He gazed at the Fugaku couple whose breathing gradually stabilized on the ground—those abilities to repair wounds and grant life were such hopeful, gentle powers.
Through the mask's eyeholes, Shisui vaguely caught emotions flashing in nma's eyes. Was that guilt? Why? He'd just snatched these two lives from Death's grasp—why would he show such an expression?
"Alright, Shisui." nma suddenly turned. "Ti to go. Our mission isn't finished."
"Mission?" Shisui froze. "What else needs..."
His words cut off abruptly.
This ti, he clearly saw—beneath the mask, in that barely visible eye, undisguised, piercing killing intent churned, making Shisui involuntarily tense.
"Root's rats... have skulked in shadows too long."
Distant crow cries echoed as moonlight struck the fox mask, reflecting cold, harsh light. "This ti, for the Sharingan, that old dog will definitely crawl out of his rat hole personally."
"Shimura Danzō of the Darkness of Shinobi—"
As the final syllable fell, Shisui seed to see countless vengeful spirits wailing behind nma. Those gouged-out Sharingan, those sacrificed innocents, and... Shisui's own stolen right eye.
"It's ti to bury his rotting ambitions along with his pathetic era—"
"Together."
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