Published at 17th of September 2024 12:24 pm

Chapter 72 The Silent Revenge of Shisui Uchiha: 5 The Final Farewell

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The moon hung high in the sky, casting its pale glow over the forest where Itachi stood. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the distant sounds of war—the clashing of shinobi, the cries of battle, and the unmistakable rumble of the Fourth Great Ninja War that raged across the land.

Itachi knew this was the end. His time was running out, and so was Kabuto’s. The war had grown more chaotic with each passing day, and Kabuto had been a puppet master behind much of it. But Itachi had a single goal now—to confront Kabuto one final time and end his machinations once and for all.

The clash in the underground chamber where he had thwarted Kabuto’s attempts to steal Shisui’s eye had been only a taste of the battle to come. Kabuto had retreated into the shadows once again, but he wouldn’t stay hidden for long. His lust for power, his obsession with controlling the fate of others, would draw him back into the light. It always did.

And Itachi would be waiting.

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Far beneath the surface of the battlefield, deep within a cavern hidden from the chaos above, Kabuto paced restlessly. His plans had been interrupted time and again, and his frustration was palpable. He had mastered the forbidden art of Edo Tensei, reviving countless dead shinobi to wage war on his behalf. Yet no matter how many pieces he moved on the chessboard, Itachi remained a constant threat—an anomaly Kabuto could not control.

“This war is my masterpiece,” Kabuto muttered to himself, his voice low and venomous. “Yet Itachi Uchiha… he ruins everything.”

His laboratory, carved into the very rock of the cavern, was cluttered with the remains of experiments, ancient scrolls, and fragments of lives long lost. But none of it mattered if he could not control Itachi. He had tried to manipulate others into killing the rogue Uchiha, but each time Itachi had slipped through his fingers. Even with the Edo Tensei at his command, Kabuto had been unable to outmaneuver him.

He turned his attention to the center of the room, where a glowing seal pulsated with an ominous energy. The seal connected to a summoning ritual he had been perfecting for months—a final attempt to summon a power great enough to overwhelm Itachi and bend the war in his favor.

The time for subtlety had passed.

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Itachi’s Sharingan scanned the dense forest ahead, his senses sharp as he approached Kabuto’s hidden lair. He had spent weeks tracking the rogue medic, carefully following every clue and lead that would bring him to this final confrontation. The war outside raged on, but for Itachi, this battle was personal.

He was no longer bound by the living. His Edo Tensei resurrection had given him one final chance to correct the mistakes of the past, and he intended to use it to stop Kabuto once and for all. But even in death, his loyalty to Konoha and to his brother, Sasuke, remained unshaken. Kabuto had meddled too long, seeking to twist the fate of the village and its shinobi to his own ends.

But not this time.

As he reached the mouth of the cavern, the cold air biting at his skin, Itachi paused. He could sense Kabuto’s chakra—a chaotic, swirling force that crackled with power and desperation. The ritual Kabuto was performing inside the cave pulsed like a heartbeat, filling the air with dark energy. Whatever Kabuto was planning, it was dangerous.

Without hesitation, Itachi stepped into the darkness.

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The cavern was enormous, its rocky walls illuminated by the eerie glow of Kabuto’s summoning ritual. At the center of the room, Kabuto stood, his eyes gleaming with madness and determination. The swirling seals on the ground crackled with power, and Kabuto’s voice was low and steady as he chanted the final incantations.

“Kabuto,” Itachi’s voice echoed through the cavern, cold and unyielding.

Kabuto’s chanting stopped abruptly, and he turned to face Itachi, a twisted grin spreading across his face. “Itachi Uchiha… I’ve been waiting for you.”

Itachi’s eyes narrowed, his Sharingan spinning lazily as he took in the scene before him. Kabuto’s appearance had changed over the years—his skin pale and serpent-like, his body a patchwork of stolen abilities. Orochimaru’s influence had never left him, and it was clear that Kabuto had fully embraced the darker side of his former master’s teachings.

“You’ve caused enough suffering,” Itachi said, his voice calm but laced with steel. “This ends now.”

Kabuto’s grin widened. “You think you can stop me? I’ve surpassed Orochimaru, surpassed even the power of the Uchiha! I control the dead, Itachi! You’re nothing more than a puppet, and I—”

Before Kabuto could finish his sentence, Itachi’s Mangekyō Sharingan flared to life. In an instant, Kabuto’s surroundings shifted, and he found himself trapped in a world of illusions.

Tsukuyomi.

The crimson moon hung in the sky above them, and Kabuto’s body was paralyzed as the weight of Itachi’s genjutsu pressed down on him. Time slowed to a crawl as Itachi’s voice echoed in his mind.

“You’ve lost,” Itachi said quietly. “Your power, your control over Edo Tensei—it means nothing. You’ve sacrificed your humanity for power, but in the end, all you’ve gained is emptiness.”

Kabuto’s eyes widened in terror as the world of illusions twisted around him, breaking his mind piece by piece. The power he had coveted for so long—the control he had sought over life and death—was slipping through his fingers like sand. He could feel Itachi’s will bearing down on him, suffocating him in the void of the genjutsu.

“No…” Kabuto whispered, his voice trembling. “I can’t lose… I can’t…”

But Itachi’s gaze remained cold and unwavering.

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When Kabuto awoke from the Tsukuyomi, he was on his knees, the summoning ritual broken and the cavern silent. His body shook with exhaustion, his mind reeling from the effects of the genjutsu. He looked up at Itachi, who stood before him like a judge delivering a final verdict.

“It’s over, Kabuto,” Itachi said, his voice soft but final. “You will never control the fate of this world.”

Kabuto’s eyes filled with rage and despair. He had come so close—so close to seizing the power he believed he deserved. But now, in the face of Itachi’s calm resolve, he realized that all his efforts had been for nothing.

“You’ll… regret this…” Kabuto muttered weakly, his voice barely a whisper.

Itachi didn’t respond. Instead, he turned and began walking toward the exit of the cavern, his footsteps echoing in the stillness. His mission was complete. Kabuto’s influence over the war had been broken, and the world would no longer suffer under his twisted ambitions.

But as Itachi stepped into the moonlit forest, he knew that his journey was far from over. The war outside still raged, and his final task—protecting his brother, Sasuke—remained.

The night was quiet once more, but Itachi’s heart was heavy. He had won this battle, but the price of victory had always been a burden he carried alone.

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