Under the cold moonlight, two figures stood there in silence. In the unusually tense atmosphere, time seemed to have frozen.
Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Shisui were definitely not enemies. However, only one of them could decide the path the Uchiha Clan would take from then on. They were fighting over the clan's fate, not some private grudge.
Both were Uchiha ninjas, and it was precisely those three words—Uchiha Clan—that forced them to draw their blades against each other.
The next moment, both voices abruptly vanished, and the crisp clash of metal rang out from the darkness.
Itachi and Shisui fought one another, their figures appearing beneath the moonlight one moment and vanishing into the shadows cast by the buildings the next.
Clang!
The kunai in Uchiha Itachi's hand was knocked away, and the tremendous impact sent his entire arm upward. He was not surprised, however. He merely took a step back to evade Shisui's counterattack, then bent his raised right arm backward and drew the short blade fixed to his shoulder behind him.
A flash of silver streaked by, and the sharp blade came chopping down toward Uchiha Shisui's head.
Shisui advanced instead of retreating. He rushed forward, his left hand shooting out. In the next instant, his five fingers clamped precisely around Uchiha Itachi's weapon-wielding right wrist.
"Itachi, have you forgotten who taught you most of your taijutsu? You can't beat me. Give up those unrealistic ideas." Shisui took the opportunity to say this.
"Black Flame, that battle will be disadvantageous for you. You've already consumed too much ocular power." Susanoo Itachi said.
Susanoo Black Flame fell to the ground, his gaze still fixed on Itachi's departing back.
At the same time he saw Itachi's eyes, almost subconsciously, Black Flame's own pair of Sharingan instantly transformed into the shape