Shisui and Young Sasuke

Shisui's gaze fell on the other man, studying him.

From the way he had infiltrated the room, Shisui had sensed that familiar stealth style unique to the Uchiha clan's elite ninja.

And yet, when the man's true face was fully revealed, a trace of doubt rose in Shisui's heart.

The contours of that face, the bearing between his brows, even the slight press of his lips when he was silent—all of it gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it on some page of the clan genealogy, or in some yellowed old photograph.

But no matter how he searched his memory, he could not match this face with any known living member of the Uchiha clan.

There were indeed disabled people within the clan, but someone this young who had lost an arm and possessed such a deep, imposing aura—there was no way Shisui would have no impression of him.

"We seem to have... never met, have we?" Shisui spoke first, his voice gentle, carrying a probing note.

His body looked relaxed, but in truth, chakra was already flowing quietly through him, and he could activate his Sharingan at any moment.

This uninvited "clansman" gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, just like when he had first met Lady Hikari.

The young Sasuke did not answer immediately.

He slowly walked forward a few steps, his footsteps soundless, yet he deliberately let Shisui see his movements clearly, stopping when he was about three steps from the desk.

Then he lifted his eyes slightly, and the pupil of his right eye instantly turned scarlet, three black tomoe slowly surfacing.

The Sharingan.

And a very mature, stable Three-Tomoe Sharingan at that.

It was both proof of identity and an invisible pressure, an opening move.

The young Sasuke's gaze swept