From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 242 Obito: That time, that moment, just like this moment
Crimson Angel, Uchiha Mikoto.

Because of her angelic and exquisite face, but her bloody and cruel methods when completing missions, she has been given a 'bad reputation' by various ninja villages.

To outsiders, Uchiha Mikoto is a woman who succeeds Fugaku as the head of the Uchiha clan and acts somewhat eccentrically. But only he, as her disciple, knows what vicious, cruel, and bloody deeds are hidden beneath that seemingly angelic face.

The destruction of several small ninja villages is inextricably linked to Uchiha Mikoto!

Those three thousand strands of blood-red hair were the result of her slaughtering nearly a thousand people, soaking in countless drops of blood until they were stained red.

And he was the only one who knew about these things.

Or perhaps it's more accurate to say he was an 'accomplice,' witnessing firsthand Mikoto Uchiha's most ruthless side.

At times, Shisui even wondered why the former clan leader, Fugaku Uchiha, had suddenly gone mad.
And how did those elders who opposed Mikoto and became clan leaders suddenly die one after another in various inexplicable ways?
"Shisui, what are you thinking about?"

Shisui, who was kneeling with his head bowed, suddenly felt someone gently stroking his head with a hand. He immediately broke out in a cold sweat: "No, no, I wasn't thinking anything, Mikoto-sama."

The hand that was stroking his hair suddenly stopped.

In the vast ceremonial hall, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone held their breath, their pupils shrank to pinpoints, trembling slightly, revealing a deep fear.

"Do you know why I indulge you?" Mikoto said calmly.

"No, don't know"

Zhi Shui made a swallowing motion, but there wasn't a drop of saliva in his dry mouth.

"Because you are very similar to him."

Mikoto lowered her eyelids, her slender fingers resting on the boy's neck, and whispered, "But, it's only a resemblance. Don't think that just because you look like that person, I'll indulge you again and again. I can nurture you, and I can destroy you just as easily, understand?"

His seemingly calm tone concealed an undeniable, chilling killing intent.

In an instant, the temperature in the entire hall plummeted to freezing.

"I understand, Lady Mikoto."

Sensing the chilling killing intent in the air, Shisui's body trembled uncontrollably.

A bitter smile appeared on his lips. In fact, he had known for a long time that he and the Fourth Hokage were similar in some ways.

For example, they are all skilled in genjutsu and body-flickering techniques, and they all have short, messy black hair. They are also similar in height and build. Even their appearance, tone of voice, and personality are deliberately designed to resemble the Fourth Hokage.

Many people say that his behavior is very similar to that of the Fourth Hokage.

But only Uchiha Shisui knew that all of this was a carefully crafted product, and that he was not actually that person at all!

His master's occasional displays of gentleness gave him a false sense of security.

But now, the dream is shattered.

He was Uchiha Shisui. Even if he was trained to resemble Uchiha Muneki, in his master's eyes, he was not that person.

"Go."

Holding Itachi in her arms, Mikoto walked gracefully towards the bed: "The mission Sarutobi gave you can only fail."

Shisui pressed his head against the tatami mat, his eyes filled with bitterness, and whispered, "Yes, Master."

Shisui breathed a long sigh of relief as he emerged from the ceremonial hall.

Only when the cool breeze from the courtyard blew on him did he suddenly realize that his back was soaked with cold sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

The piercing gaze from behind made Zhishui feel like he was being watched by a predator, his hair standing on end and a silent fear filling his heart.

"Uchiha Itachi... Is this monster about to be unleashed?" It was still daytime, but the warm sunlight couldn't bring Shisui any warmth; instead, it only brought a bone-chilling cold. He muttered bitterly to himself, "Master, oh Master, what exactly do you want to do?"

To travel from the Land of Fire to the Land of Water, one must pass through the Land of Waves and finally take a boat.

The journey was not short, and before the official handover, they had to protect the princess from being kidnapped by bounty hunters.

The daughter of the daimyo of the Land of Fire is definitely considered a 'big deal' in the underground trading market, and many people are like sharks smelling blood, planning to give it a try.

But the result was undoubtedly that everything was resolved cleanly and efficiently. Four people carried a sedan chair, slowly making their way through the woods.

Just then, several dark figures suddenly darted out from the nearby woods, heading straight for the sedan chair with a clear objective.

"Successful!"

Just as one of them revealed a look of delight.

But then, a thread as thin as a silkworm's silk, seemingly drawing a faint light in the air, suddenly swept across their necks.

The next second, the heads of several dark figures rolled to the ground in unison.

Kakashi, wearing a mask, holds a short sword and has a cold look in his eyes.

Several headless corpses lay silently in the jungle, their blood staining the ground red. Shisui, who was squatting in a tree on guard duty, looked at this scene and laughed, "Your swordsmanship has improved a lot. It looks like you'll soon be able to inherit the name 'White Fang'."

Kakashi, lying on the ground, wiped the blood from his short sword, his brow furrowed. "I feel like something's not right."

Shisui jumped down from the tree, came to his side, put an arm around the latter's shoulder, and grinned, "What's wrong?"

"Don't you think the attacks have become more frequent since we entered the Land of Waves?" Kakashi felt a little uneasy, took a breath, and said in a deep voice, "In any case, it's best to be careful and not let our guard down."

"Hmm, now that you mention it, it does seem to be true."

Upon hearing this, Shisui abandoned his dismissive attitude and began to analyze seriously: "The closer we get to the Land of Water, the more careful we should be."

"Yes."

Kakashi agreed, then looked at the palanquin beside him: "Princess, you may proceed."

However, this one glance caused both of them to change their expressions drastically, their pupils shrinking as they revealed a look of horror.

The samurai guarding the sedan chair, without anyone noticing, all widened their eyes, grabbed their throats with both hands, and strangled themselves to death, lying sprawled on the ground.

There was also a man wearing a whirlpool mask, half-squatting on the palanquin, his eyes full of mockery and sarcasm as he looked at Kakashi: "Yo, long time no see, Kakashi."

"You you are"

That familiar swirling mask, once upon a time, haunted the depths of Kakashi's heart like a nightmare.

Seeing his companion's strange expression, Shisui's eyes flashed with wariness as he lowered his voice and asked, "Kakashi, who is he?"

"Wow, wow, wow~"

The man with the vortex mask sat in the palanquin and shouted exaggeratedly, then looked Shisui up and down with his eyes: "Look at me, who did you spot? Uchiha Shisui, the famous genius, it's only been a few years, have you already forgotten my voice?"

At the same time, Kakashi finally came to his senses and, with a voice filled with hatred, almost grinding his teeth, growled, "He is Uchiha Obito!"

"What? Uchiha Obito!"

Shisui stood frozen in place, his face filled with astonishment: "That biggest traitor of the Uchiha clan, but wasn't he already dead?"

"No, he's not dead at all!"

Kakashi stared at the figure, gritting his teeth as he said, "Be careful, Shisui, this guy is strong!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, it looks just like him, really like him, except his face doesn't resemble his."

However, Obito seemed completely unconcerned, instead staring intently at Shisui and sneering, "But it doesn't matter. Now that bastard is dead, I'll settle this debt with you. I'll make you taste every bit of pain he inflicted on me!"

"what?"

Shisui paused for half a second, feeling completely bewildered.

But soon, as if he had thought of something, his expression stiffened, and he looked at Kakashi beside him, whispering, "The Fourth Hokage... Did you offend him?"

"Uh, I don't think it counts as offending you."

Kakashi was immediately stumped by the question, speechless and choked up, only able to vaguely reply, "At most, it's just a little bit radical."

(End of this chapter)