Published at 17th of September 2024 12:21 pm

Chapter 71 The Silent Revenge of Shisui Uchiha: 4 The Ghost of Vengeance

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Itachi stood alone in the heart of the Uchiha compound, the bodies of his clan strewn around him. The silence weighed heavily on his soul, a crushing void that echoed with the memories of the people he had just slain. His Mangekyō Sharingan flickered weakly, the strain of the night’s massacre taking its toll. He had fulfilled his mission, but he knew that his true punishment was just beginning.

Sasuke’s safety was his only solace.

The faint sound of footsteps echoed behind him, and Itachi turned to see a figure emerging from the shadows. It was Danzo, flanked by his masked Root operatives, his single eye gleaming with the cold satisfaction of victory.

“Impressive work, Itachi,” Danzo said in a low, gravelly voice. “You’ve done what needed to be done. The Uchiha are no longer a threat to the village.”

Itachi’s gaze remained fixed on the elder, his hands still trembling with the weight of what he had done. “You’ll leave Sasuke alone,” Itachi said quietly, his voice hoarse. “That was the deal.”

Danzo’s lips curled into a smirk. “Of course. Your brother will remain unharmed, as promised. But make no mistake—it’s because of me that Konoha will continue to prosper. Your sacrifice ensures the village’s safety.”

Itachi’s eyes darkened, but he said nothing. He knew better than to trust Danzo fully, but he had no choice. He had made his decision when he chose to carry out the massacre. His brother was his last remaining anchor to a life he could never return to.

With a final glance at the destruction around him, Danzo turned and disappeared into the night, leaving Itachi to his solitary grief. The Root operatives followed silently, leaving the once-thriving Uchiha compound as nothing more than a graveyard.

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Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. The village mourned the loss of the Uchiha clan, though few truly understood the gravity of what had happened. The official story was that the Uchiha had betrayed the village, and Itachi had been the one to eliminate the threat. He was branded as a traitor, a murderer who had turned against his own family for power. The truth remained hidden in the shadows, known only to a select few.

Itachi left Konoha that night, vanishing into the world as a rogue shinobi. But his heart remained with Sasuke, who now carried the weight of vengeance on his shoulders. Itachi knew that his brother’s hatred would only grow, and one day, Sasuke would come for him.

That day could not come soon enough.

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But while Itachi carried his silent burden, another force was moving in the shadows—one that would not allow the massacre to be forgotten.

Kabuto Yakushi had always been an opportunist, a man who thrived in the gray spaces between loyalty and betrayal. He had witnessed the Uchiha massacre from afar, intrigued by the political machinations that had led to such a bloody outcome. Danzo’s involvement had not escaped his notice, and neither had Itachi’s role in the destruction of his own clan.

Kabuto had once been a spy for Orochimaru, and now, as he wandered the world in search of power, he found himself drawn to the mysteries surrounding the Uchiha. There was something about Itachi—about the sacrifice he had made—that piqued Kabuto’s interest. Itachi was not like the others. He was different. And Kabuto wanted to understand why.

In the years that followed, Kabuto gathered information on the Uchiha massacre, piecing together the truth from whispers and forgotten records. He learned of Shisui Uchiha, the shinobi who had attempted to prevent the rebellion through his powerful genjutsu, only to be betrayed by Danzo. Shisui’s death had been the catalyst for everything that followed, and Kabuto was fascinated by the potential of his abilities.

But more than anything, Kabuto was intrigued by the idea of revenge. He had spent his life serving others—Orochimaru, the village, even Danzo at one point—but now, he was free to pursue his own goals. And the idea of using Shisui’s legacy to undermine both the village and Danzo appealed to him in ways he had never anticipated.

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Years later, Kabuto returned to the village in secret, moving like a shadow through the darkened streets of Konoha. He had learned of the war brewing between the hidden villages and the Akatsuki, and he knew that Itachi was involved. But before he could confront Itachi, he needed something more—something that would give him the upper hand.

He needed Shisui’s eye.

It was said that Danzo had taken one of Shisui’s eyes after their encounter by the river, and Kabuto knew that if he could retrieve it, he would gain unimaginable power. The Kotoamatsukami was a weapon that could change the course of history, and Kabuto was determined to wield it for his own purposes.

Slipping into the depths of Konoha’s underground vaults, Kabuto searched for the hidden chamber where Danzo had stored his most prized possessions. The Root leader had long since fallen, but his legacy of secrets remained. Kabuto’s fingers brushed against ancient scrolls, forbidden jutsu, and relics of the past, but none of it mattered to him. He was after only one thing.

Finally, in the farthest corner of the vault, Kabuto found it—a glass container, sealed with intricate seals. Inside was Shisui’s eye, preserved and waiting for the day it would be used again.

Kabuto’s lips curled into a twisted smile as he reached for the container, his mind racing with the possibilities. With this eye, he would be able to control even the strongest minds, bending them to his will. The village would pay for what they had done to the Uchiha, and Danzo’s treachery would not go unpunished.

But as Kabuto held the eye in his hand, a voice echoed in the darkness—a voice that sent chills down his spine.

“You shouldn’t have come here.”

Kabuto spun around, his eyes widening as he saw the figure standing in the shadows. It was Itachi, his Sharingan glowing red in the dim light.

“How did you…?” Kabuto stammered, his mind reeling. He hadn’t sensed Itachi’s presence until it was too late.

“I’ve been watching you,” Itachi said calmly, stepping forward. “I know what you’ve been after.”

Kabuto’s grip tightened around the container. He had come too far to back down now. “You think you can stop me?” he hissed. “With Shisui’s eye, I’ll be able to control anyone—even you.”

Itachi’s expression didn’t change, but his Mangekyō Sharingan began to spin. “You won’t have the chance.”

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The battle that followed was swift and brutal. Kabuto, fueled by his desperation for power, fought with everything he had, but Itachi was relentless. His movements were precise, his genjutsu overwhelming. Kabuto found himself trapped in a nightmare of illusions, unable to distinguish reality from the visions Itachi forced upon him.

In the end, Kabuto fell to his knees, his body trembling with exhaustion. The container with Shisui’s eye lay shattered on the ground, the power he had sought slipping through his fingers.

Itachi stood over him, his gaze cold and unyielding. “Shisui’s sacrifice will not be desecrated by your ambition.”

Kabuto’s vision blurred as he looked up at Itachi, the weight of his defeat settling in. He had underestimated the Uchiha, and now, he would pay the price.

As darkness closed in around him, Kabuto’s last thoughts were of revenge. He had failed to claim Shisui’s eye, but the war was far from over. There were still other pieces in play, and he would find another way to take what he believed was rightfully his.

But for now, Itachi’s silent vengeance had triumphed once again.

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