Konoha Ninja Shop System

Land of the Uchiha Tribe

"Master Patriarch! Something terrible has happened! Something terrible!"

The urgent shout echoed through the village, stirring curiosity among the Uchiha clansmen. Doors swung open, and people hurried out of their homes, eager to learn what calamity had befallen their clan.

A man, breathless and wide-eyed, ran straight toward the patriarch's residence. The clansmen followed closely, tension tightening their chests like a vice.

Those Uchiha who had just come from the clan meeting felt an ominous sinking in their hearts. Could it be true? Had news of the coup leaked? Was Shimura Danzō leading an assault with his Root and Anbu forces?

Their pace quickened, urgency fueling their steps.

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At the Patriarch's Compound

Dinner was underway. Uchiha Fugaku sat with his family, the clatter of dishes mingling with soft conversation. When a commotion stirred outside, his brow furrowed in concern.

Turning to his wife, Uchiha Mikoto, he said firmly, "You all eat first. I need to see what's happening."

He rose and stepped outside.

Uchiha Itachi, observing his father's departure, said quietly to Mikoto, "Mother, I'll go out and see too."

Without waiting for a reply, he followed his father out the door.

Mikoto's appetite vanished. She clutched little Sasuke close and hurried after them.

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Outside the compound, the atmosphere was thick with dread.

An anxious clansman blurted out, "Master Fugaku! Something terrible has happened. Shisui is surrounded by the Anbu! They are after him, and he's already fled the village!"

Gasps and murmurs swept through the crowd. One by one, the Uchiha warriors' eyes flared scarlet as their Sharingan activated instinctively.

Fugaku's heart sank. Shisui being hunted by Danzō's forces—the prophecy seen in the future had come true.

Shisui, the clan's most brilliant prodigy, had activated his Mangekyō Sharingan, the pinnacle of Uchiha power. But that power had been seized from him by Shimura Danzō, leaving Shisui no choice but to plunge to his death from a cliff.

Fugaku clenched his fists, a burning fury surging inside him.

"He is the pride of our clan," Fugaku growled. "I will not let that future repeat itself."

His voice thundered, "Danzō and his men are fools to challenge us! We ride to save Shisui!"

The clansmen roared their agreement, rallying around their leader.

Fugaku led them out of their homeland, charging toward the outskirts of Konoha Village.

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Itachi's blood ran cold when he heard the cries. "Shisui is in danger!"

He did not hesitate. Shisui was his best friend—his mentor, the one who had guided him in their secret arts and shared countless hours of training. The bond between them was unbreakable.

He would not stand by and watch Shisui perish.

Unnoticed by Itachi, the three magatama in his Sharingan eyes began spinning rapidly—a herald of the awakening Mangekyō.

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Outside Konoha Village

Shisui dragged his bleeding body forward, each step agony. Behind him, a relentless tide of Anbu operatives pressed in.

"Is this where I die?" he wondered despairingly.

Ahead loomed a cliff—a sheer drop into rushing waters below.

A cruel trap.

His pursuers shouted, "Uchiha Shisui! Give us your eyes! The Hokage may spare your life if you cooperate!"

Shisui's gaze was cold, but his strength was spent. Pale from blood loss, he smiled bitterly.

"You're right," he admitted. "I have nothing left to fight with."

He regretted deeply having trusted Shimura Danzō—believing in the Will of Fire, which placed the village above family. That misplaced faith had led to his capture and downfall.

"I'm sorry, my family..." Shisui whispered.

Without another word, he leapt off the cliff.

---

Shock rippled through the pursuers.

They rushed to the cliff's edge, searching for his body, but found only the swirling river below.

"He's dead...," one whispered.

"We must tell the Hokage."

As they turned to leave, a cold voice stopped them.

"Did I let you go?"

Turning sharply, the pursuers froze.

Countless pairs of glowing scarlet eyes appeared from the shadows, chilling them to the bone.

"Oh no," someone gasped, "It's the Uchiha!"

---

Uchiha Fugaku's roar shattered the night.

"How dare you kill the genius of the Uchiha clan! You'll pay dearly for this!"

Anbu operatives raised their weapons defensively.

"Stop! We serve the Hokage directly! Are you trying to incite rebellion?" one shouted.

Fugaku sneered, "Rebellion? After I finish with you, I'll send Shimura Danzō himself to join you in the afterlife!"

With a battle cry, Fugaku charged forward, blades flashing in the moonlight. The battlefield erupted into chaos as the Uchiha clan attacked.

Steel met steel, screams echoed, and blood stained the ground.

The Root and Anbu forces were overwhelmed. The massacre was brutal and swift.

---

When the dust settled, bodies lay strewn across the battlefield, the earth soaked crimson.

Itachi, his clothes stained with blood, threw his knife aside and walked silently to the cliff's edge.

Fugaku's eyes widened in surprise. His son had followed him.

Admiration swelled in Fugaku's heart at the sight of Itachi's battle-worn form. This was the son worthy of the Uchiha name.

Itachi knelt, gazing into the raging river below.

His Sharingan's magatama spun furiously, forming the unmistakable shape of a shuriken—the sign of the Mangekyō's full activation.

The loss of his dear friend had ignited a fierce flame within him.

"Shisui... I swear I will avenge you," Itachi said, voice trembling with rage.

The assembled Uchiha watched Itachi with a mixture of sorrow and resolve.

Fugaku stepped up beside his son and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Itachi, we will bring justice to Shisui's death."

Itachi stood, eyes burning.

"Father, I will make them pay," he said coldly.

As he turned away, Fugaku noticed the full Mangekyō glow in his son's eyes—and the terrifying power it represented.

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