Impure World Shisui

At this moment, Chuanhe was still in the laboratory of the small town testing the Impure World Reincarnation; he had indeed successfully released the technique.

Although this Impure World Reincarnation was not the completed version from the future. At this stage, it was still the technique simply improved by Orochimaru, and it was highly unlikely to be the best one in his possession.

Senju Tobirama was truly absurd; he could conceive of a resurrection technique yet fail to develop a Ninjutsu Cannon.

A Ninjutsu Cannon would be far more useful than something like the Mutually Multiplying Explosive Tags.

Therefore, the way ninjas thought was indeed somewhat strange to Chuanhe.

After a simple test, Chuanhe fell into deep thought.

Could this be considered a success? It could only be said that it was better than nothing.

The combination of these two techniques appeared to achieve resurrection, but this resurrection was restricted by the Impure World Reincarnation.

For instance, the duration of the resurrection.

And while it possessed the same drawbacks, it had lost the near-infinite chakra characteristic of the Impure World Reincarnation.

If it were the final version of the Impure World Reincarnation, this would only be considered an enhancement for a very select few ninjas; in most cases, it was more useless than a chicken rib.

But in its current version, it did indeed have quite a bit of utility.

Let's call it Spirit Sealing Reincarnation.

"Shisui, I'm sorry, I have no choice but to come to you first to ask what exactly is going on," Chuanhe muttered to himself.

Regarding the series of questions from before, Chuanhe had no leads, and now he wanted to first understand who exactly was causing trouble.

Chuanhe still possessed Shisui's genetic information; that was from when Shisui used his Secret Medicine. He hadn't expected it to be useful at a time like this.

Chuanhe formed hand seals with both hands and slammed his right hand heavily onto the ground.

"Impure World Reincarnation!"

Countless incantations spread from his right hand to the White Zetsu in front of him, and amidst its heart-wrenching roars, Shisui was temporarily resurrected.

"Shisui, are you alright?"

The voice seemed to come from a very distant place, carrying a trace of worry, yet mixed with some kind of indescribable, complex emotion.

Shisui was dazed for a moment, as if he had been drowning in a long dream, his consciousness blurred and unclear.

He struggled to break free from the shackles of darkness, his eyelids feeling as heavy as lead, but that voice became increasingly clear... familiar, yet instinctively making him feel... danger!

He opened his eyes abruptly, his vision gradually focusing, and what came into view was an incredibly familiar face—Chuanhe.

How could it be him?!

Shisui's pupils constricted, and the muscles throughout his body tensed instantly.

He reached for the Kunai at his waist almost instinctively, yet his fingers only grasped at the air... the weapon was gone!

A trap?!

Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly formed hand seals, but the moment he was about to trigger the technique, an invisible force suddenly suppressed his movements.

His body felt as if it were bound by invisible chains, unable to move even a single finger.

"Don't be nervous, it's me." Chuanhe's voice was low and calm, his hands maintaining the sealing posture of the Sealing Technique, though his gaze remained fixed on Shisui's reaction.

Shisui's heart sank; did he not even spare the dead...

"Sorry, I should have told you directly: don't expose information about the Mangekyou."

Mangekyou?!

Shisui's nerves tightened to their limit instantly. This was a secret he had only told the Third Hokage; how could Chuanhe possibly...

"I am not your enemy," Chuanhe continued, his tone carrying a trace of helplessness.

"There must be some hidden truth behind this, so I resurrected you temporarily, wanting to understand the truth."

Before the words had even faded, the restraint of the Sealing Technique vanished abruptly.

Yet, instead of relaxing, Shisui became even more vigilant.

He quickly retreated two steps, creating distance, and assumed a combat stance, his gaze as sharp as a blade.

Resurrection? Mangekyou?

These terms coming out of Chuanhe's mouth were simply absurd; these were not things Chuanhe should have known.

"Who exactly are you?" Shisui demanded coldly.

Even in his Impure World Reincarnation body, his Sharingan activated in an instant, the tomoe slowly rotating within his scarlet pupils.

Chuanhe sighed, his expression complex: "It seems... things are even more troublesome than I imagined."

"Shisui, I did indeed hide information, but I guarantee that since coming to the Uchiha, I have never done a single thing to betray the clan."

Shisui still dared not believe Chuanhe, but the fact remained that he had been resurrected, albeit temporarily.

Could there really be a hidden truth behind that day?

"Chuanhe, I will only ask you one thing: do you possess a weapon extremely similar to the Chakra Cannon of Kumogakure?" Shisui asked coldly.

Chuanhe, hearing this unfamiliar form of address, was not angry; instead, he fell into memory.

The Ninjutsu Rifle... this weapon, which he had crafted with Yuki's help after graduating from the Ninja Academy, was the only reason Chuanhe had managed to survive the brutal battlefield.

Had someone replicated it? Or was it the one he had lost? No wonder even a man like Shisui had met his end.

Because this thing simply did not belong in this era...

Seeing Chuanhe silent before him, Shisui felt a sense of relief; if he were truly an enemy, he would not have reacted this way.

Finally, Chuanhe looked at Shisui with a complex expression and said, "I am sorry, Shisui. I have unleashed a brand-new demon. This weapon should never have existed. But there was no other way; it was my only reliance back then."

"From what you've said, it seems someone disguised as me used a Ninjutsu Rifle to assassinate you."

"But if I truly wanted to kill you, I wouldn't need to go through such trouble."

Shisui had slowly lowered his guard, though he remained in a combat stance. He asked in confusion, "Ninjutsu Rifle? What is that?"

Chuanhe used the Summoning Technique to summon the weapon directly.

The main reason Chuanhe could summon items was the [Soul Sealing Technique]; the potential of this technique went far beyond simply swapping bodies.

"Shisui, take this weapon and go over there to test it yourself, and you will understand. If you still harbor resentment, you can attack me directly. To me, this thing is just a toy now."

His hand trembled slightly as he held the weapon. Unlike Sun, Shisui felt a profound sense of dread toward it.

Just as Senior Chuanhe had said, this was a demon. Any ninja without special means would perish under an assassination by this weapon.

By now, Shisui completely believed Chuanhe's explanation, for he had just tried firing at Chuanhe's left hand.

Yet, the Ninjutsu Bullet had stopped in mid-air right before Chuanhe's palm.

With that, Shisui gained an entirely new understanding of his Senior Chuanhe.

"Senior, I apologize for being too impulsive that day." Shisui was filled with regret.

"That day, it happened like this..."

Shisui described that day in full from his perspective.

Shisui felt lost now. The entire situation seemed to have spiraled completely out of control. Was there still any possibility for Konoha and the Uchiha to reconcile?

After listening to Shisui's account, Chuanhe roughly grasped the full scope of the matter.

Hiruzen Sarutobi and the others thought he was a spy? The [Flame Explosion Technique] was a remote-controlled bomb from Kumogakure? Where on earth did they get these ideas?

Yet, from their perspective, it seemed somewhat logical—though it was mostly the original sin of the Konoha high-ups: prejudice.

This group of Konoha leaders simply refused to trust the Uchiha, viewing everything through the lens of the worst-case scenario.

So that was it. So that was it.

Chuanhe pondered for a moment before saying, "The biggest problem now is Itachi Uchiha. He has major issues. Based on my current deductions, his method of solving the problem is likely... the Night of the Clan Massacre."

Hearing this, Shisui froze in place, then immediately became agitated. "Impossible! Itachi could never be that kind of person! The clansmen who haven't awakened their Sharingan haven't even learned this technique; even if there were problems, he wouldn't be so extreme!"

"Shisui, if we assume the worst-case scenario, if I really were a spy, couldn't I have secretly taught it to the clansmen who hadn't awakened their eyes?"

Shisui's agitation slowly subsided, replaced by a look of despair. "Senior, you must have a way, right? You must!"

Chuanhe, however, closed his eyes and began to think seriously.

It seemed this matter could only be resolved on the day of the "Night of the Clan Massacre," as all the masterminds behind the scenes would be present then.

Itachi was not here now, and neither was Obito. Even if he solved the problems in Konoha now, he would still have to worry about the two of them.

The key was that this was a case of "hitting the small ones only to bring out the old ones." If he didn't resolve it all at once, there would be an endless line of enemies waiting.

It would be better to settle it in one go, leaving only the problems of Black Zetsu and the Akatsuki.

The only frustrating part was that he would have to wait a while to clear his name.

Was being too far ahead of one's time truly the mark of a madman? The root cause was actually that his ninjutsu was too advanced...

Thus, Chuanhe said, "Shisui, here is what I think: before they make their move, I will relocate the entire Uchiha clan to a safe place in advance."

"The current Konoha is like a rotting tree about to wither. Let us take this opportunity to pull out all the parasites at once."

"The Uchiha can simply live in seclusion. Those who want to return can return, and those who don't can live their lives in peace."

"What do you think?"

In this world, such thoughts were akin to betraying the village. Shisui wanted to speak but hesitated.

But perhaps only with a real distance between them could the Uchiha truly integrate into Konoha.

Shisui let out a long sigh. "It seems that is the only way. It would be better for everyone to calm down first. Senior, is there anything I can do now?"

Chuanhe pondered for a while and said, "What you can do now is stay out of sight to avoid any new misunderstandings. Breaking this fragile balance now would only lead to new, unknown problems."