The sudden arrival of three ANBU from Konoha saved Uchiha Shisui from death.
"Uchiha Shisui?"
One of the masked ANBU stared at him, voice tinged with a strange edge—something between shock and suspicion.
Shisui didn't notice.
Facing death, he ignored the subtle glances, the wariness in their eyes.
"Yes, I'm Shisui! You're the village's reinforcements, right? Those Mist-nin are trying to infiltrate the village—please, go help the others!"
He didn't care about the searing pain in his foot.
He spoke quickly, urgency in every word.
"…Understood."
The ANBU captain—his cat-masked face unreadable—responded swiftly.
Just as swiftly, he drew the long blade from his back and drove it straight into Shisui's chest.
Even with enemy Mist-nin nearby, the ANBU made their priority clear: eliminate any surviving Uchiha from the battlefield.
Shisui was a liability.
He had seen too much.
If not for Rin's intervention, Shisui would've escaped alone that day, shielded by his comrades.
He would've joined the front lines and returned to the village as a hero, never suspecting betrayal.
But Rin's presence had changed the flow.
To protect Rin, others diverted their efforts, which led to Shisui's capture.
Now he was a witness.
And a target.
"Why…?"
Shisui gripped the blade buried in his chest, stunned.
He stared at the ANBU in disbelief.
These were elite shinobi—Konoha's finest.
And yet… they turned their blades on their own.
Raiga, who'd failed to kill Shisui, now watched in silence as the ANBU succeeded with a single stroke.
"You weren't supposed to come back."
The ANBU captain's voice was ice.
"Rogue-nin Uchiha Shisui: terminated."
Another ANBU unrolled a scroll and drew a red X through Shisui's name.
Beside it, a bounty of 100,000 ryo.
"Mist-nin," the captain said coldly to Raiga in the distance, "this isn't your concern. Get back to your own land."
"Hah? Some ANBU clown thinks he can boss me around?"
Raiga scoffed and sheathed his twin blades, staring at the masked men with disdain.
Stabbing your own allies… that was beneath even him.
He turned without another word.
He had no interest in fighting three elite ANBU without a guaranteed win.
He vanished into the mist.
"Captain, should we pursue?"
The question came from a woman—voice sultry, dangerous.
"No. They're here to assassinate the Third Hokage. It doesn't conflict with Lord Danzo's plan."
"Retrieve the Sharingan. Bring it back to him."
The two subordinates nodded.
No further questions.
They turned toward Shisui to claim his three-tomoe eyes—
But the boy wasn't dead.
Shisui had already stopped the bleeding.
He smeared a white powder across the wound.
Then—without hesitation—he swallowed the rest.
Topical and oral.
The effects kicked in instantly.
The powder entered his bloodstream and spread like wildfire.
Pain vanished.
His senses exploded.
Adrenaline flooded his system—amplifying his perception a hundredfold.
His three-tomoe Sharingan began to tremble.
He could barely contain the raw input.
He was shaking.
Mind blazing.
And it felt incredible.
Shisui had never known this kind of rush.
Like his soul had been thrown into a storm of ecstasy.
His eyes spun—faster and faster—drawn toward something beyond.
The tomoe began to contract.
"Why…"
He fought to remain conscious, clinging to reason with every ounce of will.
But his body was losing control.
The Mangekyō Sharingan was on the brink of awakening.
But it halted—
Frozen in the midst of the leap.
The euphoric overload had short-circuited the neural pathways.
Every sound, every twitch of cloth against skin, every heartbeat felt like electricity down his spine.
The drug was hijacking his brain's pleasure circuits.
It was drowning his consciousness.
And in that storm of sensation…
Shisui stood, body trembling, heart racing.
He had achieved a terrifying peak.
Rin had only taken the drug orally.
Shisui?
He applied it directly—over his heart.
Letting it hit every nerve, every vessel.
Worse still—Rin had added something extra to the mix.
"What the hell did he just take?"
The ANBU captain turned sharply to his subordinates.
Shisui's state… was unnatural.
No record in the database described this kind of transformation.
"Captain, it could be a Uchiha clan forbidden drug," one ANBU suggested, uneasy.
"His eyes… they're changing again."
"Could it be the Mangekyō Sharingan?"
Another ANBU began, but was cut off immediately.
"Send the signal. Alert the others."
The captain acted without hesitation.
That eye—
The one Lord Danzo had hunted for years—
It was appearing now, on a ten-year-old child.
They had to secure him.
Dissect him if needed.
But before they could act—
Shisui moved.
No rhythm.
No pattern.
His body trembled like a marionette.
His eyes—
No longer three perfect tomoe.
Now broken, jagged shards of red swirled in a spiral.
The shattered tomoe radiated a dark, chaotic chakra.
A cursed power.
"Genjutsu: Intuition of Darkness."
Shisui didn't even speak the words aloud.
He only thought them.
And the vision in his mind—
The twisted chaos around him—
Was transmitted through his Sharingan into the minds of all three ANBU.
Reality shattered for them.
They fell into darkness.