Naruto: I, who fooled the ninja world, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 155 Regret, Hate, Beg

It's been so long since Itachi Uchiha awakened his two-tomoe Sharingan.

Over the past three years, he had pondered the true identity of the masked man several times.

Because he saw those Sharingan eyes, he deduced that the other person was from the Uchiha clan.

However, over the course of three years, Itachi Uchiha had contact with every male member of the clan, but none of them possessed the ninjutsu to manipulate space, nor did any of them have the same voice or aura.

It was as if that man wasn't from Konoha.

However, the Uchiha clan has lived in the village since the founding of Konoha, and he had never heard of anyone outside the Uchiha clan possessing the Sharingan.

In war, if a member of the Uchiha clan dies on the battlefield, other ninjas will take his Sharingan back according to the rules, so the enemy cannot steal the Sharingan from the corpse.

Even if it were true, the disappearance of valuable bloodline limits like the Sharingan or Byakugan would be a major incident, and it's impossible that Konoha and the clan wouldn't have left any records.

There has been no news of the Sharingan being distributed to other villages.

That leaves only one last possibility.

That masked man is a member of the Uchiha clan who left the clan in the past.

When Itachi Uchiha first thought of this possibility, his immediate reaction was that it was impossible, even when he felt the immense pressure and power emanating from the masked man.

Since the founding of Konoha, only one member of the Uchiha clan has broken away from the village and left Konoha alone.

—Uchiha Madara.

But Madara Uchiha had already died at the hands of the First Hokage.

But today, this most unlikely conclusion has actually been confirmed.

Not only Itachi Uchiha, but Shisui Uchiha also calmed down and fell into thought at this moment.

"Possessing the unrecorded Mangekyou Sharingan, and an eye power several times stronger than mine..." As he thought about it, cold sweat broke out on Shisui's forehead.

Just as recorded in ancient books, he only used "Kotoamatsukami" with all his might once, and he already felt that his eyesight had deteriorated.

However, judging from the masked man's ability to use his eye techniques at will, he seems to be completely unconcerned about the consumption of his eye power, something only the legendary Madara Uchiha could do.

"I hope you've thought this through, otherwise it's really disappointing."

Obito Uchiha looked down at the two of them, letting them fill in the blanks with their own imaginations, and said in a cold tone, "From beginning to end, I have been watching you, watching your childish plans full of loopholes."

As he spoke, his figure vanished from the spot and reappeared in front of Shisui and the other person. His ability to become intangible allowed him to close the distance as if he were teleporting, and the oppressive feeling squeezed their nerves as if it were a tangible force.

“And I’m here to help you patch up the loopholes in your plan,” Obito said coldly.

"You." Shisui's throat bobbed as he uttered hoarsely, "What did you say?"

Before the words were finished, a series of footsteps suddenly came, instantly stimulating the tense nerves of Shisui and the other person, who turned their heads sharply in the direction of the sound.

Suddenly, a figure dressed as a member of the secret service emerged from the darkness, his body writhing like sludge.

Under the horrified gazes of Itachi and Shisui, in just a few breaths, it transformed into a pale-faced humanoid creature, and then into the appearance of Uchiha Yatsuho, standing before them.

"This feeling..." Uchiha Shisui's Sharingan eyes were filled with solemnity, "Not only in appearance, but even in chakra fluctuations and aura, there is no difference?"

This is something that no transformation technique can achieve!
The moment Itachi saw the white humanoid creature mimicking the humanoid form, combined with Madara's words, a possibility with a deadly allure surfaced in his mind.

He turned sharply to look at "Spot," his voice trembling slightly: "You mean, every time we kill a target, we replace it with this thing?"

"And those who died will continue to 'live,' so that no one will notice anything amiss?"

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Shisui also realized this, and his pupils contracted slightly.

"He's not so stupid as to be beyond redemption."

Obito said with a hint of approval, but more of amusement and dissatisfaction: "These creatures are called 'White Zetsu,' which I created based on Hashirama Senju's Wood Release cells after I survived."

"After absorbing the target's chakra, one can change to the same appearance, aura, and chakra fluctuations, so that even the most familiar person or sensory ninja cannot distinguish it."

"They will take the place of those of your people who you killed and continue to play their roles until the time is right for you."

The white Zetsu grinned, revealing a chilling smile to Shisui and the other, and said in a strange tone, "Hehe, nice to meet you for the first time. Leave this to me."

"How is it?" Obito asked softly, "Now, isn't your flawed plan now even more perfect?"

"..."

Shisui and Itachi exchanged a glance and fell silent.

Looking at the two geniuses before him, who were awestruck by the solution, Obito's lips curled into a satisfied smile beneath his mask, feeling a long-lost sense of exhilaration.

Ever since that damned "Shadow" exposed his identity in front of Nagato, he hadn't felt this superior feeling for a long time.

So what if they lose their Rinnegan?
I can replicate the same eyes that Madara Uchiha was able to obtain!
One day, I will fight back with a new Rinnegan!

Meanwhile, somewhere they were unaware.

In the study, Fugaku Uchiha sat back down at his desk and picked up the files he hadn't finished reading.

His expression remained focused and calm, as if everything that had just happened was just a trivial little episode.

He would occasionally pause and unconsciously rub his temples, but his gaze remained steady, and his fingers turning the scrolls did not tremble in the slightest.

Only the cold moonlight from outside the window shone through the windowpane onto his calm, almost numb face. However, deep within the consciousness that had been completely taken over by Shisui's eyes, a trace of the original consciousness belonging to Uchiha Fugaku was struggling in vain, like a drowning person sinking into the deep sea.

What was originally Fugaku's spiritual ocean now has a Mangekyou Sharingan hanging in the sky like the sun, its green light covering the surface of the sea!

That was the absolute will of the other gods, which dominated this spiritual space.

But in the middle of this green-covered ocean, there is only a small, lonely black island that preserves the last remaining self-awareness of Fugaku Uchiha.

"Why? Why is this happening?"

"Shisui! Itachi! What are you trying to do?!"

"Let me out! Let me out!!"

Fugaku could see the real world outside, but his roars and shouts were suppressed in his mental space and could not be heard at all.

He was like a ghost imprisoned in a body, only able to watch helplessly as his body carried out Shizuku's commands.

But at that moment, a voice with a playful tone rang out behind him.

Are you still deceiving yourself?

Fugaku's remaining consciousness jolted, and he turned around to look behind him, only to see a figure appear.

A black robe enveloped the figure, from which a dark liquid, seemingly alive, flowed and spread to the green sea below.

This feeling is like... erosion...

Fugaku Uchiha then realized that the black island he was on was the shadow of that figure.

"Who...who are you?" Fugaku asked, his voice filled with surprise and wariness.

Without a doubt, the figure appearing in Fugaku's spiritual space was Hyuga Kumokawa.

He also preserved Fugaku's consciousness, which should have been completely suppressed.

"Don't you understand your situation now?"

Hyuga Kumokawa did not answer Fugaku's question, but instead smiled with an almost cruel sarcasm: "You still don't understand the son and Uchiha Shisui that you placed such high hopes and trust in."

"What do you want to do with your body?"

Seemingly finally realizing something, Fugaku Uchiha began to tremble violently.

Itachi, Shisui, could it be that they're going to...?

“That’s right.” Hinata Kumokawa chuckled mockingly, “They want to use your body, exploit the trust their clansmen have in you, to eliminate those radicals, those clansmen they see as obstacles…”

“Lure them out one by one, and then kill them with your own hands.”

Every word was like a poisoned ice pick, piercing deep into Fugaku's consciousness!
"No, it's impossible!"

Fugaku shook his head repeatedly in a daze: "Itachi is my son. I have treated Shisui well. How could they do this? How could they betray the clan? How could they slaughter their own people?"

His consciousness was already somewhat confused.

The son and descendants he valued were plotting a massive purge against the entire clan, and they even wanted him to become their executioner!
"Betrayal? Massacre?" Hinata Kumokawa asked, as if he had heard a joke, his tone tinged with mockery. "What if, in their eyes, this is salvation?"

"Save?" Fugaku felt a strong sense of absurdity.

"Sacrificing the radicals they see as hopeless in exchange for Konoha's peace..." Hyuga Kumokawa's voice was like a devil's whisper, "What a noble cause, isn't it?"

"No, I don't believe it, Itachi wouldn't... Shisui wouldn't..." Fugaku Uchiha denied in vain.

Those so-called radical members of his tribe were, in his eyes, fellow countrymen, living, breathing people with parents, wives, and children.

How could you take their lives with the so-called "sacrifice"? How could you so easily deny the meaning of their continued existence?

"Sacrifice" means giving one's life out of one's own free will. What right do Shisui and Itachi have to make them "sacrifice"?!

"Whether you believe it or not, it doesn't matter."

The black liquid flowing beneath Hyuga Kumokawa's robes grew even thicker, firmly maintaining Fugaku's last shred of consciousness. He laughed and said, "Because, you'll see soon enough."

After saying that, he slightly raised his head and looked at the Mangekyou Sharingan in the sky.

"Enjoy this, Fugaku Uchiha."

His voice carried an almost cruel pleasure, as if he were watching a meticulously orchestrated tragedy, as he whispered, "Feel the pain of being betrayed by your loved ones."

"Feel the helplessness of losing everything because of your own indecisiveness and cowardice."

"The feeling of despair is watching helplessly as you destroy everything you cherish."

Finally, regret, hate, and beg.

"Your pain, your helplessness, your despair, your hatred, your pleas..."

"It is precisely the most indispensable movement of this wonderful drama!"

Inside the study, the moonlight remained cold, and Fugaku Uchiha's fingers continued to turn the pages of the scroll.

But deep within those black pupils, a crimson blood-red struggle flickered faintly.

(End of this chapter)