My name is Miyuki Uchiha – A New World Order

"Even with your insignificant capacity, you were able to awaken those eyes. So tell me, is it really so strange that I possess them as well?" Uchiha Miyuki said.

"Miyuki, your way of thinking is too dangerous. For the sake of the village… I'm sorry!"

Upon seeing the Mangekyō Sharingan in Miyuki's eyes, Shisui dared not hesitate any longer. He activated the ultimate Genjutsu within his left eye—the Kotoamatsukami, an ocular technique originally meant for Uchiha Fugaku, capable of permanently altering one's thoughts.

However, in the very next second, searing pain exploded in both of Shisui's eyes. Darkness swallowed his vision entirely.

"Since I already knew about your ocular power, do you really think I wouldn't have prepared for it?" Miyuki's voice echoed beside the now-blind Shisui.

"How… did you do it?" Shisui clutched at the empty sockets where his eyes once were, his voice strained.

"My ocular power—Yasogami Kotoamatsukami."

Seizing the moment before Shisui could fully adapt to the darkness, Miyuki swiftly disarmed him, sealing his chakra at the same time. With a casual tone, he explained, "My ability allows me to see countless possible outcomes in an instant and choose the most optimal one. You used your Kotoamatsukami on me, but I evaded it and countered—this was simply one of those possibilities."

"How do you know about my Mangekyō's ability?" Even in defeat, Shisui struggled to gather information.

"I told you already—my eyes see a future beyond your reach." Miyuki toyed with the pair of freshly taken Mangekyō Sharingan in hia hand.

"A prophecy-type ocular power, huh?" Shisui let out a bitter laugh. "So everything I did… was within your grasp all along?"

Miyuki did not answer his question. Instead, he mused to himself, "The clan records call the Mangekyō Sharingan the 'eyes that reflect the soul.' But I prefer to call them the 'Eyes of Truth.' Every clan member who has awakened these eyes has faced a deep reckoning within their heart. And the powers they manifest… are their answers."

He then turned his gaze toward Shisui, his voice laced with curiosity. "You've spoken so much about vision and capacity, so tell me—when faced with the conflict between the clan and the village, why was your answer to manipulate the will of others? Does this mean you, too, believe that the rift between them is irreconcilable?"

Faced with Miyuki's piercing question, Shisui fell into silence.

Because he was right.

It was precisely because he saw no future between the village and the clan—because of his despair, and the buried, violent instincts of a shinobi—that he awakened such an unreasonable ability.

"What an arrogant answer." Miyuki Uchiha said indifferently. "The clan's bloodline granted you power, yet you chose to wield it against your own kin."

"What do you intend to do with my eyes?" Shisui gritted his teeth. "Are you planning to control the Third Hokage? Your schemes won't succeed. Even if you manage to manipulate Lord Third, the village won't stand by and let the Uchiha coup happen. The village's power isn't something a single clan can stand against—you'll be pushing the Uchiha into the abyss!"

Miyuki chuckled lightly as he undid the restraints binding Shisui. "Still so arrogant, Shisui. Even now, you refuse to acknowledge that my vision surpasses yours? Directly controlling Hiruzen Sarutobi? That's the most primitive way to use these eyes."

With that, Miyuki took out a small vial from his robe and tossed it toward Shisui.

Though blind, Shisui's sharp ninja instincts allowed him to catch it with ease. "What is this?"

"A pair of three-tomoe Sharingan I took from the clan shrine." Miyuki replied. "Leave."

"You're… letting me go?" Shisui was stunned.

Miyuki smiled faintly. "Kill you? Why would I kill you?"

He patted Shisui's shoulder. "Go. Tell Hiruzen Sarutobi about your ocular power. Then, use these eyes—passed down from our ancestors—to witness the new future I will create."

Without another word, Miyuki turned and left the Forest of Death, never once looking back.

Back at the edge of the Uchiha compound, Miyuki summoned his ninja hawk, implanted Shisui's Mangekyō Sharingan into it, and then released the summon.

"Now that I have Kotoamatsukami, my plan can finally begin."

Standing by the window, he gazed out at the night. The lights of Konohagakure flickered in the distance, contrasting starkly with the eerie silence of the Uchiha district.

Ever since he was thrown into this world fourteen years ago, Miyuki had felt utterly out of place. This twisted world—so backward that even the so-called 'evil' capitalism of his past life seemed advanced by comparison.

In his previous life, he had been just an ordinary corporate worker. His only hobby was dabbling in mathematical theories during his free time. Yet upon arriving in this world, he deceased parents had given him a name steeped in loyalty.

This wretched world had forced Miyuki to learn the art of killing from a young age. At only nine years old, he was thrown onto the battlefield under the guise of the Will of Fire. Fortunately, the bloodline running through this body granted him the talent to survive. In the midst of life-and-death struggles, he awakened the ultimate power of his clan—the Mangekyō Sharingan—and managed to live until the war's end.

But survival was just the beginning.

He knew that escaping the battlefield didn't mean escaping death. The Uchiha Clan Massacre, only a few years away, was a looming shadow he couldn't ignore.

Yet, at every clan meeting—now nothing more than a tradition—there was nothing but endless, meaningless arguments. Miyuki understood that if he wanted to change the future, he could only rely on himself.

And obtaining Shisui's Kotoamatsukami was merely the first step.

Though he had his own agenda, his assessment of Shisui today had been entirely honest.

Arrogant. Foolish. Naïve.

He wielded Kotoamatsukami—a power so formidable it could dictate the will of others—yet, in the original timeline, he ended up meeting a pathetic demise. If only he had openly revealed his ability, he could have become a sword of Damocles hanging over both the Uchiha and Konoha's higher-ups. Instead, he had chosen the most idiotic course of action.

[Well, it belongs to me now.]

Miyuki's gaze remained fixed on the Hokage Monument, his expression unreadable. In the darkness, the four stone faces loomed over the village. His eyes locked onto the third one.

[So then, the so-called strongest Hokage… what will you do?]