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Fugaku widened his eyes in disbelief.
Anyone entering the Uchiha clan compound would surely have some countermeasure against the Sharingan.
But this person! He can't see anything around him?!
In that moment of hesitation, Kuroshi leaned back and kicked Fugaku, sending him sprawling, breaking free from his grip.
"Ugh!"
Fugaku grunted, taking a couple of steps back.
Kuroshi wasn't here to fight him, he pulled away and charged straight into the forbidden area.
Fugaku gritted his teeth, the forbidden area greatly limited his attack power, there were things everywhere, making him somewhat restricted.
"Damn it."
This guy getting in was completely unexpected!
The forbidden area was heavily guarded, no non-clan member had ever entered.
This guy, wearing a blindfold, bypassed the heavily guarded guards and just walked in.
Seeing Kuroshi charge deep into the forbidden area, Fugaku quickly formed hand seals.
Mi-Mi-Shin-Kai-Go-In.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"
The slightly restrained fireball instantly illuminated the entire forbidden area, and the flames it carried instantly reignited the extinguished candles inside.
Fugaku followed up with four kunai, directly throwing them towards Kuroshi's location.
The forbidden area wasn't that big, he couldn't escape!
After a few "clinking" sounds, Fugaku slightly dispersed the smoke rising around him.
Fugaku's pupils constricted in disbelief.
"He… disappeared…?!"
The smoke settled, the candles reignited, and the light in the forbidden area returned.
The kunai were deeply embedded in the wall, but there wasn't even a piece of clothing on them.
The masked man's presence had completely vanished, as if he had never been there.
Several jars containing Sharingan eyes rolled on the ground inside the forbidden area, these were all placed there by Fugaku, the clan leader.
Clearly, one jar was missing.
Soon, the lights in the Uchiha clan compound quickly lit up.
Everyone in the clan was awakened by the sudden intruder.
Uchiha Fugaku held a meeting with the clan members late at night.
Kuroshi removed his mask and tied it to the side of his head, letting out a sigh of relief.
Kuroshi threw the jar in his hand, and a pair of crimson Sharingan eyes rolled around inside.
These eyes really are like USB ports, even after a person dies, you can dig them out and store them properly, just in case.
Well, it's a good thing they have this.
Kuroshi stretched slightly, then took advantage of the darkness and quickly returned to the Hatake house.
The dim lights stayed on all night.
…
Early the next morning.
"Hey, did you hear? That Shunshin Shisui jumped off a cliff and committed suicide last night."
"Well, what did he expect? The Uchiha clan has been arrogant enough, it's good that one of them died to put them in their place."
"That's true, but he's still dead."
"I also heard that someone entered the Uchiha forbidden area last night."
In one night, so many things happened, all centered around the Uchiha clan.
Both ninjas and civilians alike had a lot of rumors and gossip about this unstable clan.
The entire Konoha village was filled with whispers and discussions.
…
Kuroshi and Shisui had worked all night, finally transplanting the Sharingan into Shisui's eye.
They slept until the afternoon of the next day, missing most of the spread of rumors.
The compatibility between Shisui and his new eye was pretty good, but he couldn't look at bright sunlight for now.
Shisui sat in front of the mirror, looking at his new look with some curiosity.
His curly hair was straightened, falling smoothly on either side, and his slightly curled, long eyelashes were trimmed by Kuroshi.
There was a Band-Aid on the bridge of his nose, covering his distinctive Uchiha button nose.
He was also wearing Kuroshi's casual clothes, a simple black shirt.
He had almost completely erased his ninja features.
"It's me, but it doesn't look like me."
"You're amazing, Kuroshi-kun."
Kuroshi was standing by the window, looking out, wondering what the world would be like after all that happened last night.
As soon as he heard Shisui complimenting his skills in front of the mirror, he immediately became proud, grinning and pointing a thumb at himself.
"Of course, it's me."
"How about it~ This look would be perfect for attending your own memorial service, right?"
Shisui couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.
"My own memorial service, that sounds so strange."
"After all, I'm still alive, although I can't tell Itachi yet, but I'm still a bit worried about him."
If he died, then he died, he wouldn't be able to see or control what Itachi did after that.
But now he was still alive, he still had to go see Itachi.
Shisui was the best ninja in the Uchiha clan, no body was found, but there was a suicide note.
His death was basically a foregone conclusion.
As the head of the Uchiha clan, Fugaku naturally had to take responsibility for this.
Memorial services are all just formalities, everyone will send flowers depending on the situation.
After all, the only person who was really close to Shisui was Itachi.
As soon as he approached the Uchiha clan compound, he could clearly feel a suffocating sense of oppression.
Everyone was serious and hurried, Shisui held the flowers for his own memorial, awkwardly turning his head.
"I know my death is a big deal, but I didn't expect it to be so heavy."
Kuroshi was still out of sync with everyone else, looking around excitedly, seemingly unaffected by the atmosphere.
"Don't underestimate yourself."
As soon as Kuroshi finished speaking, a shout came from the entrance to Itachi's house.
"If you dare betray the clan, you won't be spared!"
The two people holding the flowers couldn't help but stop, and then three figures flew out of the wooden door, landing heavily on the ground.
Itachi slowly walked out of the entrance, his long hair covering his face.
His thin lips were tightly pressed together, his expression gloomy as he stared at the three people lying on the ground, his aura radiating a chilling killing intent.
"You keep talking about the clan, the clan, you're arrogant to say such things."
"You don't know the depth of my character, so you were knocked down."
The people on the ground struggled to half-crawl up, looking up at Itachi.
"How dare you attack us!"
"You're with Shisui every day, if he committed suicide, you would know, wouldn't you?!"
"If it wasn't for you…"
Before they could finish, a kunai grazed their heads and nailed itself directly into the wall behind them.
The wall cracked around the kunai, sinking into a sizable pit.
The unfinished words were instantly stuck in their throats, and they looked at the two people beside them in a daze.
These two didn't have forehead protectors, and their clothes didn't look like those of ninjas.
They looked like ordinary civilians.
But that kunai that appeared so quickly, it clearly flew out from between these two people.
What's going on?!
Itachi paused, realizing what was happening, and looked at Kuroshi and Shisui standing beside him.
Shisui's hand holding the bouquet was still trembling slightly, the wound covered by his clothes was slightly cracked, and a little blood seeped through the bandage.
Shisui lowered his head slightly, his expression hidden by the bouquet.
"Since you've been beaten up, it's better to run away."
Kuroshi put his arms around Shisui and Itachi's shoulders, pushing them both into the house.
He kicked the sliding door open.
The three people outside patted their chests in fear, looking up at the kunai on the wall.
Although they were reluctant, the strength of these two people was undoubtedly above theirs.
Itachi attacking them could be dealt with by their clan leader, who could scold them and make them apologize.
But there was nothing they could do to blame these two outsiders.
They couldn't beat them, and they couldn't say anything, the three of them just glared fiercely at the closed wooden door and left dejectedly.
"Sorry, you had to see this."
Itachi sighed, taking the bouquets from Shisui and Kuroshi.
He couldn't help but be scolded by his father for beating those three up.
It wasn't strange for Kuroshi to come over, after all, the three of them had chatted about family matters together.
Itachi's gaze fell on the unfamiliar face beside him, he looked him up and down, although he looked a bit familiar.
But he was sure he had never seen this person before.
"Who is this…?"
"Oh, this is Mochizuki, my old classmate."
Shisui felt a chill run down his spine, afraid that Itachi would recognize him.
Luckily, Itachi wasn't in the mood to stare at him, he exchanged a few words with them before leaving.
As they walked out of the Uchiha clan compound, Kuroshi retracted his polite expression, raised an eyebrow, and leaned towards Shisui.
"How… about… it—?"
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