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Sasuke had always missed his brother, Itachi. But even now, not even his future sister-in-law could pull him out of his gloom. The Uchiha clan had tried everything—arranging for him to activate his magatama Sharingan, offering guidance and training—but what he truly longed for was his brother's return.

That was exactly what Andrew wanted to exploit.

Itachi was scheduled to return to the village for a physical checkup, and Sasuke, having undergone basic medical training under Tsunade, would definitely hear about it. Andrew was well-acquainted with Tsunade's approach to medicine. If she even hinted that Itachi's condition might be critical or irreversible, Sasuke would lose control of his emotions instantly.

To achieve the desired result, however, it required coordinated support from those closest to Sasuke—namely, his parents Fugaku and Mikoto. Their influence over Sasuke was deep, and their acting would need to be truly convincing. Every word, every expression, every sigh had to weigh with sorrow.

And beyond just the immediate family, other Uchiha clansmen would need to participate—casting heavy glances, whispering mournfully in the streets, cloaking the entire district in an atmosphere of despair. Andrew was certain: if they did this right, Sasuke would fall for it.

Andrew smiled to himself at the thought, already picturing the scene. Fugaku, however, stood silently beside him, conflicted. But for his son's future, he knew it had to be done.

"Then let him face it," Fugaku finally said, breathing deeply. "As an Uchiha, he must experience this."

It was a harsh truth. Every activation of the Sharingan came with intense emotional trauma—a psychic blow that carved itself into the soul. Some paid dearly for it. If this plan could spare Sasuke the worst of it, it would be worth the risk.

"Alright," Andrew said, nodding. "You just need to be ready when the time comes. I'll—"

Screee!

Before he could finish, a ninja eagle soared in from the direction of the police department prison, letting out a piercing cry that echoed through the air.

Andrew and Fugaku's expressions changed at once. That signal was only used in cases of extreme emergency.

Without another word, Andrew vanished from the spot, speeding off toward the police headquarters. Fugaku remained behind to guard the clan grounds. He had to be cautious—Hiruzen and his allies weren't as radical as Danzo, but they still couldn't be fully trusted.

Besides, Shisui was currently en route to the Daimyo's mansion to fulfill Itachi's task, and with only two Mangekyō wielders in the clan, Andrew being the one on the front lines made strategic sense.

Inside the Hokage Tower, Hiruzen Sarutobi stood by the window, his sharp eyes locked on the direction of the police station.

"That signal… from the Uchiha clan? And from the prison wing?" he murmured, stroking his beard. "Has something happened?"

After a moment's hesitation, he turned to the Anbu beside him.

"Send a squad to investigate immediately. That prison still holds… my old friend."

Meanwhile, back at the police department…

Orochimaru stood calmly, surrounded by a full squad of Uchiha officers. The eerie smile on his face widened, and his serpent-like tongue slithered along the edge of his lips.

"How delightful. The Uchiha have certainly changed… far more alert than I remember."

He looked around at the encircling shinobi, unfazed.

"Usually, it's rare for a member of the legendary Sannin to return to Konoha. And today, all three happen to be present. Quite the occasion. But really—Orochimaru the S-rank missing-nin returning home? This doesn't seem like a class reunion. Where's Jiraiya? Where's Tsunade?"

And then—

Flash!

Andrew appeared out of thin air, a mere flicker of motion, having used the Flying Thunder God technique. He landed with his Sharingan already spinning, eyes locked on Orochimaru.

"You're faster than expected, Andrew." Orochimaru's eyes narrowed slightly. His tone was still playful, but a trace of wariness crept into his voice. The chakra emanating from Andrew was unnatural—dense and refined, with a touch of senjutsu chakra.

"Quite the honor to be recognized by the great Orochimaru," Andrew said, stepping forward. "So you've been keeping up with Konoha's personnel changes?"

"I'm far more curious about you, Andrew-kun," Orochimaru said, eyes narrowing. "Or rather… your Uchiha power."

His tongue flicked again, and he stared directly into Andrew's eyes—fully aware of the risks, yet tempted beyond measure.

"It's the eyes, isn't it?" Andrew said coolly. "You're here for Danzo, right? You two have always worked in the shadows. Hasn't he shared a few Sharingan with you by now?"

Andrew's eyes morphed, a complex pattern blooming into the unmistakable Mangekyō Sharingan.

"Magnificent. So this is the true form..." Orochimaru's eyes lit up with mad desire. He had studied the transplanted Sharingan on Danzo's arm, but those were from corpses—their activity was poor, the chakra barely resonant.

But this… this was the real thing.

"Then, Andrew-kun…" Orochimaru whispered.

"Lend me your eyes. Just for research, of course."

Before Andrew could respond, Orochimaru lashed out—three thick snakes burst from his sleeves, coiling toward Andrew like whips.

They struck fast, binding Andrew tightly. Orochimaru's smile widened. He began to pull Andrew closer, already picturing how to extract the eyes with surgical precision.

And then… everything changed.

The air shimmered.

The police station melted away.

Suddenly, Orochimaru stood in a massive lab, surrounded by endless rows of glass containers. Each vessel contained a child—lifeless, floating in green liquid, dozens of them… hundreds…

Even Orochimaru, master of grotesque experimentation, felt cold dread crawling up his spine.

"This is…" he whispered.

"An illusion! Damn it!"

He realized it too late. The moment he had locked eyes with Andrew's Mangekyō, he had been caught.

He bit his lip, hard, then began weaving hand signs to disrupt his chakra flow and break free from the genjutsu. But nothing changed.

Andrew wasn't a master in genjutsu, but the Mangekyō amplified even basic illusions to a terrifying degree—and Orochimaru had walked straight into it.

"Mr. Orochimaru," Andrew's voice echoed around him, reverberating from every wall. "You're very brave, I'll give you that. Staring straight into the Mangekyō like a fool—were you hoping we wouldn't trap you?"

Back in reality, Orochimaru stood motionless, eyes shut tight, lips trembling as his mind struggled inside the illusion.

Andrew couldn't help but grin. It was beginning to make sense why Shisui and Itachi had such a fondness for genjutsu.

"It really is the most efficient way to win a fight."

He stepped forward, pulling out a pair of chakra-suppressing shackles and slipped them onto Orochimaru's limp wrists. The Snake Sannin had walked into the Uchiha's web, and now he was caught.

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