Konoha, Year 56. The Nine-Tails Incident six years ago not only cost the Land of Fire's Konoha Hidden Village their young, capable Fourth Hokage, but it also made the situation of the Uchiha clan, one of the founding clans, even more difficult. After all, the Sharingan etched in the pupils of the Nine-Tails was no lie.
Facing the increasingly radical members of the clan, Uchiha Shisui, who held the Will of Fire in his heart, was anxious. The Uchiha clan at this point was like a powder keg that could explode at any moment. Fortunately, the clan meetings of the Uchiha clan had always failed to come to any concrete resolutions.
But now, Uchiha Shisui was beginning to think about using his final measures. “Looks like this is the only way.” Uchiha Shisui said, stepping out of the clan meeting, looking up at the moon, then touching his left eye. Time was running out, and Shisui decided to head to the Hokage Tower that night to report his plans to the Third Hokage. To avoid attention, he planned to take a detour through the Death Forest.
However, just as he entered the Death Forest, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. At first, Shisui thought it might be an ambush, but when he saw the person's face clearly in the moonlight, he relaxed and his expression softened.
“Miyuki, what are you doing here?” The person was none other than Uchiha Miyuki, a genius of the current Uchiha generation, who was the same age as Shisui. Unlike other Uchiha who specialized in Fire Style and Genjutsu, Uchiha Miyuki was an anomaly. He focused all his skill points on Lightning Style. During the Third Great Ninja War, on a battlefield, he wiped out 15 Mist ninja squads using his Lightning Style: Kirin, a jutsu that summoned a natural disaster. This earned him the title of Blue Thunder Miyuki.
In Shisui’s eyes, this clan member, who was a year younger than him, was one of the rare Uchiha who truly embodied the Will of Fire. He worked harmoniously with the villagers in his role in the Police Force, and rarely participated in the clan meetings, which drew criticism from the more radical members of the clan.
“I just finished my daily training. But Shisui, why are you in the Death Forest at this hour?” Uchiha Miyuki asked with a gentle smile.
“I couldn’t sleep, just needed to take a walk.” Shisui explained, not wanting to say that he was going to the Hokage Tower to report clan matters.
“Is it about the clan and the village?” Uchiha Miyuki asked.
“Yes.” Uchiha Shisui sighed deeply.
“Miyuki, you should understand. If the clan rebels, they’re no match for the village. The village will suffer greatly, and the fragile peace we have now will vanish into thin air.” Shisui didn’t have many defenses against Uchiha Miyuki. His kindness to the villagers in the Police Force made Shisui think of bringing him to his side.
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“Those who live in peace often don’t realize how precious it is.” Uchiha Miyuki said. “The people of the clan, their vision is limited to their own clan, which is why they are in this predicament.” Upon hearing Miyuki’s words, Shisui felt reassured. He hadn’t expected that, aside from Itachi, who was praised by the Third Hokage for thinking like a Hokage, there was another young person in the clan with a broad vision.
“However, I have an idea about the current predicament of the clan and the village, but it requires your help, Shisui.” The moonlight filtered through the gaps in the forest, casting a soft glow on Uchiha Miyuki's white haori, reflecting the gentle light. “What’s your idea?” Shisui asked seriously. “What do you need me to do?”
“Please, Shisui, lend me your eye for a moment.” Uchiha Miyuki's request sent a chill down Shisui's spine. In the next instant, a flash of blue lightning flashed in Shisui's eye.
The sound of metal clashing echoed through the Death Forest’s skies. Uchiha Shisui, in a critical moment, unsheathed his ninja sword and narrowly blocked the fatal blow. “Miyuki? Why?” Shisui asked, struggling to maintain his stance.
“You’re planning to side with the village, aren’t you? To avoid suspicion from the clan, you deliberately took such a long detour to report to the Hokage,” Uchiha Miyuki’s voice was as cold as frost. The two parted in an instant, facing each other with blades drawn, their three-tomoe Sharingan locked in a tense stare.
“So, your vision is limited to the clan after all? Here I was thinking you were one of those who shared the Will of Fire,” Shisui’s eyes grew colder. Miyuki’s strike earlier had clearly been aimed at his life.
“Hahaha.” Uchiha Miyuki laughed wildly, throwing his head back. “How laughable. You and Itachi think you have the vision of an entire village, but your eyes fail to see the future of the clan and the village. You’re nothing more than a frog in a well, staring at the moon.” The air around Miyuki crackled with energy, lightning dancing around him. “My vision has long surpassed this small corner of the world. What my eyes see stretches far beyond yours. This sick world needs a complete revolution!”
“You plan to start a war? You’re insane!” Shisui gritted his teeth. “I thought you didn’t participate in the clan meetings because you loved peace, but I didn’t expect you to be even more insane than those old radicals. I’ve been completely deceived by your façade.”
“No, no, no. The reason I don’t participate in the clan meetings isn’t that complicated. It’s just because I don’t want to associate with insects,” Miyuki said coldly. “They’ve been shouting about rebellion but have never come up with a single viable plan. How can you do politics with such insects?”
“I see. Now I understand.” Shisui took a deep breath, as if resolving something within himself. “Miyuki, your ideas are too dangerous. For the sake of the village, I must stop you!”
The three tomoe in Shisui’s eyes spun rapidly, transforming into a pattern like a windmill.
“Is this your trump card?” Miyuki looked on with a cold gaze. “A Genjutsu that can alter a person’s will, the Kotoamatsukami.”
Shisui’s eyes widened in shock. Ever since awakening his Mangekyō Sharingan, he had never revealed its abilities—so how did Miyuki know of his ocular power?
“Surprised?” Miyuki laughed loudly, then pointed to his own eyes. “I told you, my eyes see farther than you can imagine.” As he spoke, the three tomoe in Miyuki’s eyes began to shift, turning into patterns of lightning that circled around the central pupil.
“Mangekyō Sharingan?” Shisui stared in disbelief at the sight. He hadn’t expected Miyuki to have such a trump card hidden away.