Naruto: From Fake to Real, Deceiving the Ninja World.

In the dead of night, the darkness was as black as ink, so thick it seemed impossible to dissolve.

Fugaku Uchiha's study was brightly lit, yet it couldn't dispel the heavy sense of oppression.

Fugaku Uchiha sat behind his desk, his brows furrowed, reviewing several documents concerning the procurement of supplies for the clan. The candlelight cast flickering shadows on his face, adding to his somber expression.

Undoubtedly, the radicals planned to purchase a batch of supplies in preparation for a future coup.

But those guys' methods were too crude. Even if we really needed to prepare a batch of supplies, we had to take a more secretive route, otherwise, if we were discovered...

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

Just as he was pondering this, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Fugaku said without looking up.

The door was pushed open, and Itachi Uchiha appeared in the doorway.

"Father." His expression was somewhat unpleasant, and his voice was soft and hesitant.

Fugaku Uchiha looked up, his gaze sweeping over his son's expression. A sense of unease rose in his heart, and he quickly asked, "What happened?"

“Zhi Shui, he intercepted the secret message from the roots.”

Uchiha Itachi deliberately lowered his voice, tinged with tension and hesitation, and said, "Danzo seems to already know that we are preparing for a coup, and, and..."

"What?!" Fugaku Uchiha suddenly stood up, his face turning ashen as he sternly demanded, "And what? Speak!"

Danzo! It's Danzo again! That persistent old ghost!

"I... I can't explain it," Itachi Uchiha shook his head. "The secret letter is with Shisui; he told me to inform you immediately..."

Fugaku braced his hands on the table, his knuckles turning white from the force, feeling a surge of fear and panic.

If, if the village leadership really intends to target their rivals...

"go!"

With that in mind, he put on his clothes without hesitation and walked quickly in front of Uchiha Itachi.

Itachi followed behind and walked out of the study, gently closing the door behind him.

The moment the door closed, all the anxiety in his eyes vanished, leaving only a cold calm.

Click.

The moment Fugaku Uchiha pushed open the door and stepped out, a pair of scarlet Mangekyou Sharingan suddenly lit up in the darkness outside!

The eerie and profound patterns slowly rotated, emanating a chilling power.

Eye Technique: Other Gods!

"Varied……"

Fugaku Uchiha opened his mouth, but his body stiffened the next moment.

There was no earth-shattering fanfare, no dazzling brilliance.

The terrifying eye power that altered will was invisible and intangible, instantly piercing through Uchiha Fugaku's eyes and silently invading his consciousness!

Fugaku was already preoccupied with the affairs of the radical faction, and was filled with fear and dread by the sudden "bad news," which reduced his defenses against illusions to the lowest point.

This power from the Mangekyou Sharingan, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly overwhelmed the dam of his mental world!

Fugaku felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and instantly lost consciousness.

An indescribable message instantly filled his mind.

That was not a sound, not an image, but an absolutely unquestionable truth.

But at this moment, an invisible wave suddenly arose, just like ripples spreading on the surface of still water after being lightly touched. Someone in the distance was also lightly touching the surface of the water, and the two waves collided and intertwined.

In the deepest part of Fugaku Uchiha's consciousness, in that mental space that was about to be covered.

A crack was opened.

Chapter 154 I am Uchiha Madara

The moonlight was fragmented by the branches, casting shadows on the ground like ghostly claws.

"Huh! Hoo!"

Uchiha Shisui knelt on the ground, slowly closed his eyes, the light of his Mangekyou Sharingan gradually faded, and he gasped for breath.

Sweat mixed with thick, crimson tears of blood trickled down from the corner of his tightly closed eyes, leaving a bloody trail on his pained face.

"Shisui!" Itachi Uchiha asked immediately, "Are you alright?"

Shisui closed his eyes and shook his head, feeling countless steel needles churning inside his skull, which gradually subsided after a long while.

To be on the safe side, he used Kotoamatsukami at its maximum power against Fugaku, which not only depleted his chakra but also almost exhausted his own eye power.

And the final result...

Before him stood Fugaku Uchiha, his posture still upright, but the moment the technique was completed, his crimson Sharingan, which had been activated instinctively, turned back into black pupils.

The look of astonishment on his face also vanished as quickly as the tide receded, replaced by the usual calm and slightly melancholic demeanor of the Fugaku clan chief.

However, something seems to be missing from this seemingly ordinary atmosphere, like a perfect portrait that has lost the warmth and depth of the true soul of the person in the painting.

The strangest thing is that Fugaku showed no sign of vigilance or suspicion about his presence here, or about Shisui, who was shedding blood and tears and was clearly in an abnormal state.

"Shisui?"

Fugaku Uchiha spoke, his voice steady and deep as usual. His gaze fell on Shisui, and he asked, "What are you doing here? Are you looking for Itachi?"

That matter-of-fact tone, as if Shisui's presence here was the most normal thing in the world, was eerily chilling.

"Lord Fugaku."

Uchiha Shisui forced a smile through the excruciating pain in his head and looked up, his face streaked with blood and tears. He tentatively asked, "You're the one who sent me. Don't you remember?"

Uchiha Itachi, standing behind Fugaku, held his breath, his heart pounding like a drum.

"Huh? I asked you to come?"

A perfectly timed look of bewilderment appeared on Fugaku's face, without questioning the truthfulness of Shisui's words. Instead, his eyes revealed a look of trying hard to recall.

"Have you been too tired lately and forgotten?" Zhishui continued.

Upon hearing this, Fugaku's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, as if he had suddenly realized something. He raised his hand and gently rubbed his temples, shaking his head and saying, "I've been overworking myself lately, and my memory has gotten worse."

It's so natural.

It's so natural it's chilling.

Looking at his father's incredibly "natural" reaction, Itachi Uchiha felt an indescribable chill creep up his spine.

The calm, cautious, and experienced father had no doubts about all the strange and unusual things happening before him and accepted Zhishui's fabricated explanation without hesitation.

Is this the power of Kotoamatsukami? Is this the Mangekyou Sharingan?

Seeing Fugaku's complete acceptance and lack of resistance, Shisui finally felt a huge weight lifted from his heart, and turned to meet Itachi's gaze in the dim light.

Kotoamatsukami, it's working!

The core of the plan has succeeded!

The consciousness of the clan leader before us has been subtly rewritten, turning him into a perfect puppet capable of obeying all commands!

This is what makes Kotoamatsukami truly terrifying.

It's not about any earth-shattering destructive power, but about how it can so silently and perfectly rewrite a person's cognition and will, turning them into a puppet without them even realizing it.

Having witnessed the horror of "rewriting cognition" firsthand, Shisui couldn't help but think of Hinata Kumokawa's illusions, thinking to himself, "Fortunately, his illusions only manipulate the five senses and don't reach this level."

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, suppressed the waves of weakness coming from his mental state, stood up, and looked at Uchiha Fugaku in front of him.

"Lord Fugaku."

Shizuku's voice returned to calm, and he said in an unquestionable tone, "You may be under too much pressure and sleepwalking. Since there's nothing important, you should go back and rest."

"If there's anything we need you to do, Itachi and I will let you know."

Fugaku showed no sign of offense or displeasure, and nodded without hesitation, replying in a calm tone, "Alright, then I'll have to trouble you."

He turned around naturally and calmly and walked back to his study, his steps steady and familiar, showing no sign of being manipulated or awkward.

That naturally revealed composure was perfectly consistent with his usual demeanor.

As Shisui watched his figure disappear from sight, his tense body suddenly swayed, and Itachi quickly reached out to support him.

"Ahem." Shisui coughed lightly, sounding weak, "Next is to manipulate Lord Fugaku, to make him lure out those radical clansmen, and then..."

Perhaps out of guilt and reluctance, he did not continue, but Itachi Uchiha's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice, "Can we silently eliminate all the radicals on our own?"

"Moreover, many of them are on missions outside the village year-round, and their whereabouts are uncertain. If we want to eliminate all the radicals, we need to transfer them on missions like Danzo did before, which requires the help of the village's higher-ups."

"Furthermore, even if we succeed, the remaining tribespeople will find out sooner or later. When that happens, what will you and I do in the face of their wrath..."

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Shisui, though still in a daze, fell into a long silence after being reminded.

If he were to unleash the ultimate power residing within his Mangekyou Sharingan, he was confident he could kill all the radical members of his clan in one fell swoop.

However, just as Itachi said, it was difficult for them to gather their clansmen together, and many people were absent from every previous clan meeting.

Knowing that the Dark Guard was monitoring the clan, Shisui and Shisui were even more aware of the consequences of forcibly summoning all the clan members.

By then, before they even have a chance to act, the Konoha leadership will likely notice something amiss, suspect they are planning a coup, and preemptively strike against the Uchiha clan.

"So, should we still tell the village's higher-ups?" Shisui wondered to himself.

If it were the former Uchiha Shisui, he might have chosen to trust the village's higher-ups.

However, after witnessing the bizarre effects of "Kotoamatsukami," even he himself felt chilled by this terrifying power, let alone the three high-ranking members, including the Third Hokage.

This is no longer a question of whether the two sides trust each other; it's something that would terrify anyone who saw it, and suspicion would spread like wildfire.

No one can accept having their will altered by others, not even if they kill their closest relatives with their own hands.

"..."

The night wind blew through the courtyard, swirling up a few withered leaves and making a rustling sound, like a whisper.

Just as the suffocating silence was about to completely engulf the two of them.

"Hehehe..."

A deep, sullen, and undisguised mocking laugh suddenly rang out above the two men.

Uchiha Itachi and Shisui instantly felt their hair stand on end, almost instinctively, and jumped up like cats whose tails had been stepped on.

I distanced myself from the sound and went into the empty courtyard.

The crimson Sharingan activated, and the figure looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Under the astonished and solemn gazes of the two, the air above the house, which had been empty, seemed to be twisted and rotated by an invisible hand.

A long-haired figure wearing an orange one-eyed mask appeared out of thin air without a sound!

呲! !

Without the slightest hesitation, several kunai, gleaming with cold light and carrying the killing intent of Shisui and the other man, shot towards the figure's throat and heart!

However, those kunai pierced through the figure without any hindrance, as if shooting into a void of air, without causing any blood or even the slightest sense of force.

"What is that?" Itachi Uchiha's expression changed slightly.

But the moment the kunai pierced through the other's body, Shisui's Sharingan suddenly narrowed, clearly capturing the fleeting crimson beneath the mask's hole.

Those eyes were clearly Sharingan.

Moreover, that pattern...

"Mangekyo Sharingan!"

Shisui's heart pounded like a drum. He stared intently at the masked man and said in a deep voice, "Who are you? How come you have eyes like mine?"

Upon hearing this, Itachi suddenly turned to look at him, his face filled with horror.

Besides Shisui, the Uchiha clan actually possesses a second pair of Mangekyou Sharingan?!

Without a doubt, the person who came was Uchiha Obito, who had returned to his old ways.

"Humph……"

Obito Uchiha let out a sneer, looked down at the two below, and imitated Madara Uchiha's tone, saying, "Kid, you seem to have misunderstood something."