Inside the dimly lit room.
"Shisui, the intelligence you just saw was real." As he said this, Uchiha Yoru rose to his feet and said in a deep voice, "But I think the claim that it was done by the village's Anbu or Root is false. That is absolutely impossible."
Yet upon hearing this, Uchiha Shisui slowly raised his head. Looking at Brother Yoru, whose gaze was hidden in the darkness, he felt a stubbornness rise within him for the first time.
"Brother Yoru, do you really think I would believe that?"
Uchiha Shisui slowly stood up and stared resolutely at Uchiha Yoru. "I, Uchiha Shisui, am a genius of the Uchiha Clan and an Elite Jonin of the village! I'm not a child! Brother Yoru, do you intend to protect me forever? And how long can you protect me?"
As though driven by rebellion, Shisui's eyes were filled with grievance and fury. The Brother Yoru he admired always bore the ugly darkness alone, never wanting him to know and even less willing to let him bear it. Instead, he wanted Shisui to become the genius everyone in the clan envied.
But he was an Elite Jonin. Judging by a shinobi's strength, he believed he could keep this secret—and help his brother.
"Brother Yoru! You can't bear all of this alone. I want to help you! I want to bear this darkness with you."
The determination in Shisui's expression made him look exactly like a younger brother who wanted to help his elder brother. He did not want to possess great strength yet be unable to help his brother with anything.
Seeing Shisui's determined expression, Uchiha Yoru's face trembled slightly. Then he lowered his head and said hoarsely, "Shisui, the village is not only using the First Hokage's cells for