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

Chapter 196 Uchiha Sasuke's Sharingan

"..."

Shisui's body was trembling slightly, but not just because of physical pain, but because of the deep pain in his heart.

Of course he participated.

It was even because of his guidance from the very beginning that Itachi Uchiha went down that wrong path.

However, he remained silent for a very long time.

"I'm sorry..." Shisui's voice was hoarse and slow, "It was me. I didn't realize in time that Itachi Uchiha's eyes had been blinded by power..."

"It was my fault for not correcting his wrong and extreme ideas in time..."

"It was me. I couldn't stop him in time from slaughtering my people..."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his head, his empty eyes looking at Yaowei and the others: "I'm really sorry."

"……Then what?"

Seeing that Uchiha Shisui had stopped talking, Yakumi reached out and grabbed Shisui's collar!
Shisui's already weak body was lifted up, his feet off the ground, and he was roughly dragged in front of her like a broken sack!

"So, what you mean is..."

His face, reeking of medicine, was almost pressed against Shisui's. His breathing was heavy, and he stared intently into Shisui's empty, pale eyes, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth:

"You mean you weren't involved? You knew nothing about it? You're completely innocent? Is that it?!"

His voice boomed through the silent corridor, and the clansmen behind him also looked at Zhishui.

Shisui's body swayed slightly as he was lifted, his face expressionless, only showing a numb stillness.

Facing the gazes of Uchiha Yakumi and the other clan members, he remained silent for a long time before finally nodding almost imperceptibly.

"Yes……"

In the end, he still chose to conceal the truth.

He did not reveal his involvement in the matter, nor did he mention that Itachi bore the guilt of slaughtering his clan and parents in order to protect Konoha.

He cannot tell the truth.

Because that would only incite hatred towards Konoha among the surviving clansmen, rendering everything he and Itachi Uchiha had done meaningless.

He could only bear this lie and hide it deep in his heart.

But Shisui's nod and the word "yes" caused the muscles on Yaowei's face to gradually contort.

"asshole!"

Uchiha Yakumi roared and yanked the hand that was grabbing Shisui's collar away!
Pfft!
Shisui was slammed to the ground, his body hitting the cold floor with a dull thud!

Then, Yaowei stepped forward, looking at the disheveled Zhishui without a trace of pity in his eyes.

boom! !

A dull, solid impact rang out.

The fist that had been used to pound the wall, now injured, slammed hard into Shisui's cheek.

This punch was delivered without holding back any force.

Shisui's head was jerked to one side by the blow, his pale cheek instantly swelled up, and his mouth cracked, with a trickle of bright red blood slowly flowing down his lips.

His already severely injured body was further impacted, and he couldn't help but let out a painful groan. The intense pain made his forehead covered in cold sweat.

“Brother Zhishui…”

Sasuke's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to step forward to stop him.

But Shisui simply shook his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and used his intact arm to slowly prop himself up.

His movements were clumsy and slow, and each exertion aggravated his wounds, causing even more cold sweat to pour down his forehead.

He sat up unsteadily, then knelt down again, buried his head deeply, and said hoarsely, "I'm sorry, this is my mistake. Please give me a chance to make amends."

"make up?"

Uchiha Yakumi's face was a mixture of anger and grief as he looked at Shisui's lifeless, empty eyes and sneered, "Your eyes are blind, aren't they?!"

"You're just a cripple now, a cripple who can't even stand up straight! What can you do now? What can you do to make up for it?!"

Faced with Uchiha Yaku's almost roaring questioning, Uchiha Shisui's face remained completely expressionless.

He simply stared with his empty eyes in the direction from which the smell of medicine was coming.

“Yes, I have gone blind.” His voice was not loud. “But the Uchiha clan still exists.”

"The Uchiha clan is still alive."

"My memories are still there, my experience is still there, and my understanding of the Uchiha clan's ninjutsu, taijutsu, and genjutsu is still there."

"I will teach you everything I know without reservation, including Sasuke."

"I will do my best to help you become stronger and help you kill Uchiha Itachi!"

"To avenge our fallen kin!"

He uttered the last four words almost through gritted teeth, each one deliberate and deliberate.

Uchiha Shisui chose to conceal the truth not because he agreed with Uchiha Itachi.

Because he now knows that Uchiha Itachi, that bastard, not only attacked the radicals, but also killed their families and many innocent clansmen.

He could never condone Itachi Uchiha's insane and extreme actions; he simply didn't want the surviving Uchiha clan members to become enemies of Konoha.

"..."

Uchiha Yakumi and the clansmen behind him fell silent. Uchiha Shisui—this name once represented the strongest member of the Uchiha clan. From what others had said, it was clear that he had awakened the Mangekyou Sharingan before Uchiha Itachi.

Although he is now blind, severely injured, and practically useless, in the Uchiha clan where the high-level fighting force has been almost completely wiped out, leaving only the elderly, weak, women, and children, he is still the most experienced person with the deepest understanding of the Sharingan.

Everyone looked at Uchiha Yakumi, who was staring intently at Shisui, his chest heaving violently.

He wondered what his elder brother Yashiro and Lord Fugaku would do in this situation.
The dead are dead.

These survivors must continue the Uchiha clan, they must become stronger, and they must kill Itachi Uchiha with their own hands so that their dead clansmen can rest in peace.

Yes, not only must we kill Uchiha Itachi, but we must also let those dead clansmen rest in peace!

Finally, Yaowei took a deep breath, as if trying to force down all the anger and resentment in his chest.

He slowly walked forward, reached out a hand, and helped Zhishui up.

"Remember, Shisui." His voice, hoarse with the smell of medicine, said, "Killing Uchiha Itachi and avenging the fallen clansmen is our common goal!"

"From today onwards, I will keep a constant watch on you. If I discover anything unusual about you, or if I find that you are colluding with Uchiha Itachi, I will kill you without hesitation!"

"As for Uchiha Sasuke..."

He looked at Uchiha Sasuke, whose head was bowed low and whose shoulders were still trembling slightly.

Seemingly sensing the scent of medicine, Uchiha Shisui also looked at Sasuke.

Then, he raised his arm with a resolute calm that was chilling, and stabbed his eye socket with his five fingers.

puff!

A chilling sound of flesh being torn apart rang out.

Crimson blood spurted out, staining his fingers and half of his cheek.

A few drops of warm blood even splattered on Sasuke's blank face.

"Uh!"

The intense pain caused Shisui to let out a muffled groan. His body swayed, but he managed to steady himself and gouged out his other eye.

To everyone's astonishment, he slowly pulled his blood-stained hand out of his eye socket, revealing two blood-stained, dull eyeballs lying in his palm.

"Cough! These eyes are... useless now..."

Uchiha Shisui was breathing heavily, each word seemingly uttered with all his might.

"But perhaps it can still be exchanged for some value."

With trembling hands, he held out the two blood-stained eyeballs toward the smell of medicine, saying, "Use these to exchange for your forgiveness of Sasuke."

"He really doesn't know anything."

Blood dripped down his cheeks, pooling at his feet in a glaring crimson.

The entire corridor was deathly silent, like a tomb, with only the sound of blood dripping onto the floor striking everyone's heart.

"..."

Uchiha Yakumi looked at the bloody eyeball, then at the shocking wounds on Shisui's face.

“Sasuke did nothing wrong,” he said. “We will no longer hold a grudge against him.”

As he spoke, Yaowei turned to look at the group behind him, and the Uchiha clan members exchanged bewildered glances.

After a moment of silence, they slowly nodded, and a middle-aged woman spoke up: "Sasuke is someone we've watched grow up."

Hyuga Kumokawa, who was quietly watching this scene, cast a glance at him and quickly recognized the Uchiha clan member who had a name in the original work.

Uchiha Kyou was not a ninja; she was just an ordinary civilian.

Her husband's name is Uchiha Tessho, and the two of them run a pancake shop together.

Sasuke Uchiha would see them every day after school. In the original story, she and her husband both died at the hands of Itachi Uchiha.

“Whatever Itachi Uchiha did has nothing to do with Sasuke. This child is the one who lost the most,” she said.

"We are the Uchiha clan. Only by surviving together and becoming stronger together can we avenge that beast," someone said.

At this moment, Sasuke Uchiha's body was trembling, and his face was still stained with the warm blood splashed by Shisui.

His bewildered gaze first fell on the horrifying, blood-soaked, gaping hole in Zhi Shui's face, then shifted to the no longer resistant and suspicious looks in the eyes of his clansmen...

He hadn't expected that his people would still accept him.

A mixture of gratitude, guilt, and a strong desire to become stronger welled up in his eyes, accompanied by tears.

"what!"

Feeling the stinging pain in his eyes, Sasuke couldn't help but scream and cover his eyes with his hands.

"Sasuke! You..."

Shisui and Yakumi's expressions changed slightly, but Sasuke quickly moved his hands away, his vision being overwhelmed by a blinding crimson.

His originally dark eyes turned blood red, two black tomoe slowly rotated in his eyes, and tears slowly flowed down from his eyes.

"Two-tomoe Sharingan!?"

A look of surprise and doubt appeared in Yaowei's eyes, and Shisui was also stunned upon hearing this.

But no one noticed that Hyuga Kumokawa, who was standing to the side, had somehow gotten his hands on the 'Greed' sword at his waist.

He slowly released his grip, squinted his eyes, and a smile flickered in them.

(End of this chapter)