The Ninja World Needs Nuclear Peace

Black Zetsu hurried back to the Akatsuki base, his face dark and gloomy.

An irrepressible sense of unease and agitation permeated his heart.

Just as his figure emerged in the dim corridor, Obito walked toward him, asking impatiently.

"Zetsu, how did your investigation go?"

Black Zetsu's face was pitch black, revealing no expression at all...

In truth, he was staring at Obito with great dissatisfaction, though Obito couldn't make out a single feature on that face.

At this moment, Black Zetsu suppressed the surging anger in his heart and spoke with great restraint.

"Obito, that Uchiha Yuan—what exactly happened between you and him that day... Tell me every detail, without leaving a single word out..."

"Let me think..."

Obito slowly recalled the scene: Yuan's indifferent tone that night, his calm smile, and his eventual death, then recounted the entire event to Black Zetsu exactly as it happened.

Black Zetsu listened to Obito's narrative with a grave expression, his face growing increasingly somber.

"Concept reinforcement? Enhancing other Mangekyō Sharingan?"

Black Zetsu whispered thoughtfully, a trace of disbelief flashing in the depths of his eyes.

"Could he have lied, intentionally concealing the true intelligence of his Sharingan?"

"At the very least, my ocular power was enhanced, and I was bound by his contract."

Black Zetsu: "..."

You really are a genius; Uchiha Itachi didn't fall for it, but you did.

After all, he is a "Sage of Two," possessing wisdom, but not much of it.

"Yes, that is how it was..."

Obito then pulled the bottle containing Yuan's Mangekyō Sharingan from his robes and tossed it casually toward Black Zetsu...

"These Sharingan of his triggered the power of world destruction. I want to know, is there any way to use them to reverse this catastrophe?"

Black Zetsu caught the bottle and stared at the eerie eyes inside, a chill he couldn't suppress flashing deep within his pupils.

Even though these Mangekyō Sharingan had been sealed, the sinister and oppressive aura they radiated still made one's heart palpitate.

"Indeed, this is a good idea."

Black Zetsu said in a low voice, though his eyes remained fixed on the Sharingan in the bottle, "However, we know nothing of this ability; acting rashly might lead to unpredictable consequences..."

As Black Zetsu pondered, White Zetsu, standing to the side, spoke up nonchalantly: "Why not let me try these Mangekyō Sharingan? Perhaps I can learn something."

Black Zetsu glared coldly at White Zetsu and barked sharply: "No! Until we have completely uncovered the truth of Yuan's abilities, you must not transplant his Sharingan."

"If he left behind some special means of resurrection or a more dangerous contingency in these eyes, touching them casually will only trigger a greater disaster!"

White Zetsu was, after all, an excellent vessel for all sorts of forbidden techniques...

If he were to transplant these eyes, heaven knows what might happen...

Obito nodded upon hearing this: "I considered that as well, which is why I haven't acted lightly."

You wouldn't have come up with anything even if you had acted...

After a moment of silence, Black Zetsu spoke again, his tone softening.

"What about Uchiha Itachi? What is his take on this?"

"He knows nothing of Yuan. He is completely unaware of the Mangekyō Sharingan Yuan kept hidden."

Black Zetsu's brows furrowed, and he fell into a deep silence once more.

Staring at the pair of Sharingan in his hand, which were filled with an eerie aura, countless complex thoughts raced through his mind.

"Although Itachi doesn't know yet, the current situation has reached a point where it can no longer be hidden. Since it concerns the survival of the entire ninja world, he will inevitably be drawn in to deal with it."

"It is not just a matter for Itachi alone; the entire Akatsuki organization must get involved."

Deep beneath Konoha, the Root base was deathly silent.

Shimura Danzō sat alone in a dark, secret chamber, his expression twisted as he clutched his right eye in agony.

At this moment, his face was pale, cold sweat dripping from his forehead as he endured unbearable, intense torment.

Ever since the sudden mutation of Shisui's Sharingan that day and the instantaneous disappearance of its ocular power, he hadn't had a single day of peace.

On the surface, things seemed to have returned to calm, but in Danzō's mind, the lingering, ghostly voice of Shisui echoed incessantly.

The voice seemed to come from the underworld, low and cold, repeatedly whispering bizarre words.

The ninja world... needs "nuclear" peace...

In this world, no ninja should exist...

The very existence of all ninjas is the root of war and suffering... Only through total destruction can true peace be ushered in...

Kotoamatsukami—does it truly exist?

Various terrifying, apocalyptic, and sinister thoughts repeatedly tortured Danzō's consciousness, constantly battering his mental defenses.

He had struggled countless times to resist, wanting to shake off this haunting bewitchment, yet he failed again and again.

At this moment, Danzo was filled with fury and terror; his fingers dug deep into the sides of his cheeks, his nails nearly tearing through his skin as he let out a low, guttural roar!

"Shisui... I never expected you to be such a person! So this Sharingan of yours was actually a trap all along!"

His voice was hoarse and furious, laced with long-suppressed resentment and despair.

After a bout of unbearable, splitting headaches and mental torture, Danzo suddenly thrust out his right hand!

He attempted to gouge out his own Sharingan with his fingers to escape that maddening, nightmarish voice.

The moment his fingers were about to touch his eyeball, he suddenly froze, his arm trembling in mid-air as he struggled violently.

His chest heaved rhythmically as he gasped for air, as if he had just survived a life-or-death struggle, his entire body soaked in cold sweat.

No... I cannot do this...

I need this eye; it is my power... I must never be controlled by you!

Yet, Shisui's bone-chilling voice continued to echo in his ears, tormenting his mind as ruthlessly as a curse...

Nuclear peace... the end of the ninja world... this is the only correct choice...

Danzo shuddered all over, his heart sinking into an unprecedented state of fear.

He seemed to see a vision of the future: a landscape of ruins and deathly silence, where all life had returned to nothingness, and only destruction and darkness spread infinitely across the earth.

"Who am I... I am Danzo! I am the Root of Konoha!"

Danzo's shrill, desperate roar resounded through the Root base, echoing in the gloomy, frigid underground space.

He struggled with all his might to regain control of his will, only to find that the Wood Release cells within his body were now beginning to riot violently.

"Not good!"

Danzo hurriedly tried to suppress them, but the power of the Wood Release surged forth like an uncontrollable torrent, wildly sprouting thick trees and vines that instantly spread and intertwined throughout the underground chamber.

At the same time, deep beneath Konoha, the eerie withered wood that had once been the corpse of Uchiha Yuan.

As if sensing a summons, it slowly extended toward the rampaging Wood Release trees of Danzo, grafting and rapidly fusing into one.

A moment later, Danzo managed to stabilize the out-of-control cell riot within his body, panting heavily.

He did not notice, however, that the withered wood transformed from Yuan was now silently flowing back into him along with the returning Wood Release cells.

In an instant, the dense cluster of Sharingan embedded in his right arm was inadvertently stained with a bizarre, sinister aura.

And Danzo himself remained completely unaware.