Just as Arata had finished copying Uchiha Fugaku's Mangekyō Sharingan and slowly closed his eyes, letting out a sigh of relief, a sword suddenly pierced through his back.
The blade tore straight through, penetrating his chest.....and his relentlessly beating heart.
The event happened too quickly, too unexpectedly.
Arata could only feel the chill at his back, the stabbing pain in his chest, and watch in horror as a bloodied sword emerged through him.
Sometimes, nothing is more shocking than when everything seems to be going smoothly...right at the moment of success, something unforeseen strikes without warning.
Arata opened his mouth, trying to speak, but his lips trembled and no words came out. His once upright posture slowly slumped.
He felt every ounce of strength drain from his body as he toppled to the side.
There, standing behind him, was a slender figure.
It was Uchiha Mikoto. At the moment Arata fell, she loosened her grip on the sword, her fingers trembling slightly from tension
. Her face was pale, and the three-tomoe Sharingan in her eyes rotated slowly.
"Arata-kun," Mikoto said, her voice steady but tinged with determination.
"I didn't want to kill you… but if I don't, I cannot guarantee that Fugaku will recover.
He is my husband, the father of our two children, and the head of the Uchiha clan. For the sake of certainty… you must die."
Her words seemed both addressed to Arata and to herself, as if she were convincing herself.
Her trembling body gradually calmed, and she turned toward Fugaku.
Arata lay on the ground, powerless. Upon hearing Mikoto's words, he immediately understood his mistake.
He had underestimated her, underestimated Uchiha Mikoto.
He thought controlling Fugaku would be enough, never expecting Mikoto to notice the abnormality and strike a lethal blow in his most vulnerable moment, leaving him no chance to counter.
Arata's body went icy cold; darkness crept at the edges of his vision. He knew time was running out.
Thousands of jutsu he had mastered could not save him.
His Mangekyō could not save him. Amenokami was a genjutsu meant only for others....it could not protect its wielder.
His only hope rested on the system, and the Izanagi he had just copied.
As he opened his Mangekyō, preparing to activate Izanagi, the system's notification sounded....shattering his hope:
"Host alert: Mangekyō jutsu 'Izanagi' is still in learning phase. Estimated readiness: 1 hour."
"Damn it! One hour? I'll be dead by then!" Arata cursed, despairing.
The system seemed to sense his danger, and the alerts began to accelerate:
"Host life in danger. Learning of 'Illusory Realm...Instantaneous Spacetime' paused.
Learning of 'Izanagi' accelerated: estimated 30 minutes."
"Host life threatened.
System at full power. Learning of 'Izanagi' estimated 10 minutes."
"Host near death. System overloading.
Learning of 'Izanagi' estimated 5 minutes."
"Please endure… as long as you persist, there is hope… please persist…"
Arata heard the frantic system messages echoing in his mind and muttered bitterly, "Worthless system… I won't last five minutes.....can't you hurry?"
His vision darkened further. Consciousness began to slip, descending into an endless abyss, with the system's voice echoing faintly.
Then, a voice pierced the darkness, shattering it like light through the void:
"Izanagi…"
Arata snapped back to awareness, finding himself once again seated at the table. Fugaku sat beside him, sipping tea as if nothing had happened.
The only differences: a sword lay discarded next to the table, and someone lay unconscious nearby, as if merely asleep.
Arata touched himself, discovering his wounds had vanished.
Realization struck him...Fugaku must have intervened. He turned to meet Fugaku's gaze.
Fugaku set his cup down, looking calmly at Arata:
"This is the power of Izanagi. It can alter any unfavorable fate according to one's will.
Earlier, Mikoto saw me under your control and believed killing you would free me.
She didn't realize that even if she had, my consciousness had already changed—I could not have been freed.
"Apologies. Due to Mikoto's rashness, she almost killed you.
I knocked her unconscious and used Izanagi to correct everything."
Arata's hand instinctively touched his chest, the very place where the sword had passed, and he shivered in relief.
He steadied his mind and began considering his next move.
Mikoto now knew he controlled Fugaku, but eliminating her would be far too conspicuous. Yet leaving her alive risked the secret being revealed.
At that moment, Fugaku spoke:
"Arata-dono, if your ocular jutsu can still be used, I suggest you apply it to Mikoto.
That way, no one will suspect I am under your control, protecting your interests and avoiding the attention of the clan or Konoha's higher-ups."
Arata nodded in agreement. In truth, he had other plans for his remaining Amenokami, but as he looked at the slender, beautiful Mikoto, he could only reassure himself:
"It seems there is no other choice… I'll have to use Amenokami on Mikoto. There's no alternative."
With that thought, Arata began approaching Mikoto.
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