Lost Shisui

Xianren was dazed.

Ever since his father had died, he had thought no one would ever speak to him like that again. Am I the senior here, or are you?!

Xianren's face darkened as he roared, "Uchiha Akira!"

Bang—!

With a fierce slap, he smashed the tea table before him to pieces. An astonishing aura burst from his body, and even his Three Tomoe Sharingan emerged. It was clear just how furious he was!

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"Alright, alright!"

Yashiro stepped in as the peacemaker and said with a genial smile, "You can't blame Akira for this, Xianren. As an elder, you criticized a junior's status. How is that supposed to let him carry himself in the clan from now on?"

Yet there was not the slightest hint of mediation on his face.

He was clearly just enjoying the sight of his old rival making a fool of himself.

The moment Xianren saw Yashiro grinning so broadly his eyes had nearly vanished, he became even angrier. "You old bastard, Yashiro, you've gone too far! To hell with what happens later—!"

Bang—!

He slapped the ground and sprang to his feet, pointing at Uchiha Yashiro as he cursed, "Today, you and I are settling this once and for all! Whoever loses is never fucking attending another clan meeting!"

The atmosphere at the scene grew as heavy as storm clouds. Any single spark could have ignited the tension that had been compressed to its limit.

Scarlet Sharingan seemed to spread like an infection.

Pair after pair appeared.

Clap, clap!

"Alright. Since there are no other suggestions, today's clan meeting is over."

Uchiha Fugaku brushed the wrinkles from his clothes and rose to his feet.

In an instant.

Every voice fell silent without a trace. Xianren and Yashiro snorted at the same time, expressing their displeasure with one another.

Uchiha Yashiro leaned close to Akira and said with great satisfaction, "Not bad, kid. That chewing-out you gave Xianren just now was damn satisfying. That old fool thinks about fighting every day!"

He had never gotten any advantage when dealing with Yashiro.

Who would have thought Akira would be the one to make Xianren lose face?

Hearing that, Uchiha Xianren glared over in a blaze of fury, only to hear Akira click his tongue and cast a sidelong glance at Uchiha Yashiro. "Heh!"

"Yashiro, just because I cursed him, does that mean I didn't curse you too?"

Whoa—!

The Uchiha who had just been about to leave immediately stopped in their tracks. Today's show was really something!

Uchiha Yashiro: "..."

His mouth twitched. He understood that Akira had seen through his smug delight just now. He had never intended to mediate at all.

"Hahaha! Yashiro, what now?"

Uchiha Xianren laughed until he could barely contain himself. "You wanted to use someone as a weapon, but it blew up in your face instead, didn't it? Uchiha Akira, come drink with me sometime. I'm not the kind of person who holds grudges!"

Whether losing face mattered did not depend on whether one had embarrassed oneself. What mattered was whether someone else had embarrassed themselves alongside them.

As long as there was someone to compare himself to, it was not embarrassing!

Tsk.

Akira ignored Uchiha Xianren. Uchiha didn't hold grudges? Heh. The last clan that did not hold grudges was the Senju, and now the Senju were gone.

"Come on, Shisui. What are you standing around for?"

Akira glanced at Shisui, who was still listening in. His gaze was scorching. Shisui was practically equivalent to a Sage Body!

"Oh, okay." Uchiha Shisui hurriedly followed him.

Huh?

Uchiha Itachi, who had been waiting nearby for some time, was a little dumbfounded. He had been waiting for the clan meeting to end so he could have a proper talk with Shisui. Why had Shisui gone off with that guy Uchiha Akira?

He immediately followed after them as well.

"Huh?!"

Uchiha Fugaku's expression stiffened slightly. He had just been planning to have a heart-to-heart with his son. He felt that his eldest son might have gone a little astray in his training and wanted to see whether he could set him straight.

But before he knew it, Itachi had followed right behind Uchiha Akira and vanished in a flash.

"Has Itachi been spending quite a bit of time with Akira lately?"

Uchiha Fugaku pondered it. "It seems I can use Akira to probe Itachi's thoughts."

Thinking of this gave him a headache.

His eldest son was now so meticulous that not a drop of information leaked out, not even to his biological father. The spy he had originally sent into the Anbu had fucking become a spy the Hokage had planted among the Uchiha!

Now, if he wanted to know what his eldest son was thinking.

He had to beat around the bush.

Perhaps Akira was a good opening.

Meanwhile.

After Akira returned home and leisurely brewed some tea, he heard Shisui explaining outside, "Itachi, I have something to do right now. Let's train together another time."

Huh?

Uchiha Itachi looked utterly defeated. He did not understand, was confused, and even sounded faintly argumentative. "Shisui, is there any need to talk with someone like him? He hasn't even awakened his Sharingan!"

In his view, only he possessed the qualifications to speak with Shisui.

"Itachi!"

Uchiha Shisui's expression turned solemn as he said seriously, "To me, everyone in the village is family. Every person is worth talking to."

"You should go back first, Itachi. I'll come find you later."

He felt that Itachi's recent thoughts and behavior were somewhat dangerous.

But it was not a big problem.

With him there, he would correct Itachi's way of thinking.

But at that very moment, a figure shot forward like lightning. While Itachi was distracted, he sent him flying with a kick!

"Damn it, you think I'm a sick cat just because the tiger doesn't show its claws? Did you really think I didn't hear you?"

Uchiha Akira stood with his arms folded, his face full of contempt. "Itachi, you didn't learn Shisui's tolerance and generosity, but you learned his methods for dealing with enemies perfectly."

Except it was not when facing enemies.

It was when facing his own clan.

Out of the entire clan of more than a thousand people, from the elderly to children, he spared no one but Second Pillar.

"Hmph!"

Uchiha Itachi snorted, seemingly unwilling to speak with him. He rose from the ground, and his figure vanished in an instant. "Shisui, I'll wait for you at the usual place."

"Sorry, Akira. Itachi may have been in a bad mood lately."

The two entered the room. Shisui's face was full of apology. Looking at the tea before him, his expression became unusually serious. "Akira, can you tell me about the village and the Uchiha?"

As he said this.

His heart trembled, and sorrow filled his eyes. Akira's earlier words had left his mind unable to settle.

He truly was as Akira had said.

He wanted to change the conflict between the village and the Uchiha, but the deeper he became involved, the more powerless he felt. No matter how he intervened, things continued to develop toward an irreversible abyss!

Excellent.

The corners of Akira's lips rose slightly, and his eyes lit up!

Shisui had asked you a question. Please provide the perfect answer. The reward would be the Sage Body granted by the system!

Akira stroked his chin and looked at him deeply. "Shisui, first tell me what efforts you've made over the years."

In the original story.

There was very little emphasis on this aspect of Shisui's character. Since he was going to offer advice, he naturally needed to understand Shisui's efforts first. He could not just make things up out of thin air.

Hoo—!

Shisui took a deep breath. "I realized there was a conflict between the village and the Uchiha when I was six years old."

"Wait!"

Akira cut him off, astonishment on his handsome face. "Did you fucking say six?"

When he was six, he had still been babbling nonsense, playing with mud mixed with pee, and playing house.

And Shisui was saying that at six, he had already begun worrying about the future of the clan and the village?

That's fucking ridiculous!