Uchiha Shisui's eyes widened in shock upon hearing Uchiha Fugaku's words.
"You… Chief, did you really kill Shimura Danzō?" he asked in disbelief.
He had always feared that the Uchiha clan wouldn't be able to stand up against the village's leadership. But never in his wildest thoughts did he expect that someone from their side would eliminate Danzō so decisively—and so quickly.
Uchiha Fugaku's expression darkened. "Why else would I be in the Hokage's office?" he replied tersely.
He was already irritated. Handling official duties had been exhausting enough, and now, on top of that, he had been dragged into a brawl and beaten. He had been prepared to retaliate, to teach whoever had struck him a painful lesson—but who knew it would turn out to be an acquaintance?
The entire situation made him feel like there was no outlet for his mounting frustration. His gaze shifted instinctively toward the root of all this mess—Uchiha Obito.
The moment Fugaku met Obito's eyes, he froze.
Those eyes—the Mangekyō Sharingan.
His pupils contracted sharply. "You… you actually awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan too?"
What in the world was going on with the Uchiha clan lately? One after another, the legendary Mangekyō Sharingan was being awakened. Himself, Shisui, Itachi, and now this stranger.
Four Mangekyō users. At once.
Fugaku was shocked, yet beneath the surprise, an unspoken excitement stirred in his chest. This was an era of Uchiha resurgence, if only they could unite their strength.
His tone turned curious. "Since you're from the Uchiha clan, why haven't I seen you before?"
Obito offered a mysterious smile. "Chief, you actually have seen me."
That surprised Fugaku. Awakening Mangekyō was no small feat—it was a sign of extraordinary talent. And Fugaku prided himself on knowing every gifted member of his clan. But this young man's face didn't ring a bell at all.
"I don't recall you," Fugaku admitted, shaking his head with a bitter smile.
He wasn't entirely shocked, though. After all, even Obito's own teacher—Namikaze Minato, someone who spent time with him daily—hadn't recognized him. Let alone someone like Fugaku, who'd rarely interacted with him at all.
Still, Obito couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. He had hoped someone would remember.
But to be fair… At fourteen years old, he'd been 180 cm tall, always wore a tiger mask, and mimicked Madara's voice to perfection. Even Minato, kind and perceptive as he was, couldn't have recognized him in that disguise.
"Chief," Obito said softly, "my name is Uchiha Obito."
"Obito…" Fugaku muttered. "That name… it sounds familiar…"
His brows furrowed in concentration as he combed through distant memories. Slowly, hazy recollections began to surface, fragments from a time long past.
Yes—Obito.
Uchiha Obito had died in battle, or so they believed.
At the time, his death hadn't caused much of a stir within the clan. The battlefield was unforgiving, and every day brought new casualties. Even among their own, the Uchiha lost members frequently.
Obito had only been a Chūnin—a competent one, but far from prominent. Most of the clan saw his death as just another wartime loss.
But there was something unusual about him. Something that stuck with Fugaku.
Before his death, Obito had given away one of his Sharingan eyes—to his teammate, Hatake Kakashi.
When news of this spread among the clan, outrage erupted. Sharingan was not just a bloodline limit—it was a sacred emblem of Uchiha pride. It was power, legacy, identity. For it to be in the hands of an outsider, even someone like Kakashi, was unacceptable.
Clan elders quickly turned to Fugaku, demanding he retrieve the eye and return it to the family. Fugaku had understood their fury. He, too, saw the significance.
Without hesitation, he'd marched straight out of the clan compound, prepared to confront Kakashi and retrieve what rightfully belonged to their bloodline.
To him, it was simple. The Uchiha were the strongest clan in Konoha. They held prestige, status, and unmatched prowess. Letting their dojutsu slip outside the bloodline was a humiliation.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.
The Third Hokage had intercepted him.
"Fugaku," Hiruzen had said patiently, "Obito gave that eye to Kakashi of his own volition. It's a gift—there's no need to take it back."
Fugaku had been livid. But even as his fists clenched, he knew resisting Hiruzen then would only make matters worse. With no better option, he'd grudgingly agreed to back down.
The eye remained with Kakashi.
And Fugaku? He returned to the clan to face the elders' criticism.
It was from that moment onward that the village had something never seen before: a non-Uchiha wielding a Sharingan. A bitter memory.
So now, hearing Obito's name again, it all came rushing back.
"You brat... you're not dead?" Fugaku said, astonished.
Obito smirked. "Got lucky. I was rescued in time."
Fugaku gave a slow, thoughtful nod. "I see…"
But as he looked deeper into Obito's eyes, a memory flashed.
His expression darkened, his eyes narrowing like a hawk zeroing in on prey.
"The Nine Tails Rebellion…" he said slowly, "Was that you?"
There was no mistaking it.
Back then, during the Nine Tails attack, the beast had clearly been under the control of a Sharingan.
Among the Uchiha, almost no one had the eye power required to dominate a tailed beast. Fugaku himself had attempted to gain control over one and knew just how extraordinary the feat was.
The standard Three Tomoe Sharingan wouldn't suffice. You needed Mangekyō—extremely powerful Mangekyō.
That night, Fugaku had suspected someone with that level of visual prowess was behind it all. He had even theorized it might be the legendary Uchiha Madara, back from the dead.
But now—facing Obito—it felt like he'd finally discovered the truth.
He leaned in, gaze like a dagger. "Tell me. Was it you?"
Obito scratched his head, clearly uncomfortable. "Uh… yeah. It was me."
Fugaku's face immediately twisted with fury.
"I knew it!" he exploded. "You bastard! Because of you, the entire village thought the Uchiha were traitors! We've been marginalized, watched, suppressed for years because of that incident!"
Shisui shifted uneasily beside him. "But… Chief… Obito is still one of us. He's Uchiha."
Fugaku was stunned into silence.
Right. Shisui was right. Obito was a member of their clan. Which meant… technically, the Nine Tails incident was caused by an Uchiha.
So perhaps… perhaps the suspicion from the village elders, the disdain from the villagers, the surveillance from the Anbu—they hadn't been completely unjustified.
Fugaku's expression twisted, unsure whether to feel ashamed, furious, or both. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Shisui sensed the heaviness in the air and quickly changed the subject.
"Chief," he said, "do you know where my eye is?"
Fugaku blinked, his mind snapping back to the present.
"Yes," he said, recovering. He reached into his robes and pulled out a sealed scroll, handing it to Shisui. "Your right eye is in here."
Shisui took the scroll and unsealed it. Inside was a glass container, filled with preservation fluid. Suspended within was his missing eye—intact.
A flood of emotion surged through him.
The eye wasn't just a part of his body. It was a part of his power, his identity, his history.
Fugaku watched him carefully. "Once you recover it, we'll have three Mangekyō users at full strength."
Shisui nodded slowly, determination gleaming in his gaze. "We'll protect the clan… no matter what."
For a moment, silence fell over them.
The air was heavy with memories, regrets, and silent acknowledgments. Old wounds had reopened. Secrets had been revealed. But now, perhaps, a path forward could be forged.
Uchiha Fugaku glanced once more at Obito.
"You've caused a lot of pain," he said quietly. "But you're still Uchiha."
Obito met his eyes without flinching. "And I'll take responsibility. Whatever that means."
Fugaku sighed.
The past couldn't be changed—but the future?
Perhaps there was still hope..
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