Impure World Reincarnation Shisui

Chuanhe was still testing [Impure World Reincarnation] in the laboratory in the small town. He had indeed succeeded in releasing the technique.

Although this [Impure World Reincarnation] wasn't the completed version that would come later. This was still a technique Orochimaru had simply improved, and it probably wasn't even the best version he had.

Senju Tobirama really was ridiculous. He could come up with a technique to bring the dead back to life, yet couldn't develop a Ninjutsu Cannon.

A Ninjutsu Cannon was far more useful than something like [Mutually Multiplying Explosive Tags].

That was why a ninja's way of thinking seemed so strange to Chuanhe.

After a few simple tests, Chuanhe fell into thought.

Could this be called a success? It was better than nothing, at least.

The two techniques combined seemed to have achieved resurrection, but that resurrection was still limited by [Impure World Reincarnation].

The duration of the resurrection, for example.

And despite having the same drawbacks, it had lost [Impure World Reincarnation]'s near-infinite chakra.

With the final version of [Impure World Reincarnation], this would only count as an improvement for a tiny number of ninjas. In most cases, it would be even more useless than a dead-end technique.

But in its current form, it did have plenty of practical uses.

He would call it [Spirit Sealing Reincarnation].

"Shisui, sorry. I can only come to you first and ask what really happened," Chuanhe murmured.

Chuanhe had no idea what lay behind all the questions that had arisen. Now he wanted to find out who was behind it all.

He still had Shisui's genetic information. He had obtained it back when Shisui used his Secret Medicine, and he hadn't expected it would come in handy now.

Chuanhe formed Hand Seals, then slammed his right hand down on the ground.

[Impure World Reincarnation]

Countless markings spread from his right hand and reached the White Zetsu in front of him. As it let out a heart-rending scream, Shisui was temporarily resurrected.

"Shisui, are you all right?"

The voice seemed to come from very far away. It carried a trace of worry, mixed with a complicated emotion that was difficult to put into words.

Shisui was dazed for a moment, as if he were submerged in a long dream, his consciousness blurred.

He struggled to break free of the darkness. His eyelids felt as heavy as lead, but the voice grew clearer and clearer... familiar, yet it instinctively made him feel... danger!

He suddenly opened his eyes. His vision gradually came into focus, revealing an all-too-familiar face—Chuanhe.

How could it be him?!

Shisui's pupils contracted, and every muscle in his body tensed at once.

Almost instinctively, he reached for the Kunai at his waist, but his fingers grasped only air... His weapon was gone!

A trap?!

Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly formed Hand Seals, but just as he was about to activate the technique, an invisible force abruptly restrained his movements.

His body felt bound by unseen chains. He couldn't move even a finger.

"Don't be nervous. It's me." Chuanhe's voice was low and calm. He kept his hands in the Hand Seals for the Sealing Technique, but his eyes remained fixed on Shisui's reaction.

Shisui's heart sank. They wouldn't even leave the dead alone...

"I'm sorry. I should have told you directly not to reveal the information about your Mangekyou."

Mangekyou?!

Shisui's nerves instantly stretched taut. That was a secret he had told only the Third Hokage. How could Chuanhe possibly know...?

"I'm not your enemy," Chuanhe continued, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"There must be something going on, so I temporarily brought you back to life to learn the truth."

Before he had finished speaking, the Sealing Technique's restraint abruptly vanished.

But Shisui didn't relax. If anything, he became even more wary.

He quickly retreated two steps to put some distance between them, taking up a fighting stance, his gaze as sharp as a blade.

Resurrection? Mangekyou?

Those words coming from Chuanhe's mouth were utterly absurd. They weren't things Chuanhe should have known.

"Who are you, really?" Shisui demanded coldly.

Even in his Impure World body, his Sharingan activated in an instant. Tomoe slowly revolved in his crimson eyes.

Chuanhe sighed, his expression complicated. "It seems... things are even more troublesome than I thought."

"Shisui, I did conceal information, but I swear I haven't done a single thing against the clan since joining the Uchiha."

Shisui still couldn't bring himself to trust Chuanhe, but the fact was that he had been resurrected, even if only temporarily.

Could there really have been more to that day?

"Chuanhe, I'll ask you just one thing. Do you have a weapon that's extremely similar to Kumogakure's Chakra Cannon?" Shisui asked coldly.

Hearing this unfamiliar way of addressing him didn't anger Chuanhe. Instead, it made him lost in recollection.

The Ninjutsu Rifle... The weapon he had made with Yuki's help after graduating from the Ninja Academy. It was thanks to that weapon that Chuanhe had survived the brutal battlefield.

Had someone copied it? Or was it the one he had lost? No wonder someone like Shisui had still died.

Because this weapon didn't belong to this era in the first place...

Seeing Chuanhe fall silent, Shisui relaxed a little. If he were truly an enemy, he probably wouldn't have reacted this way.

At last, Chuanhe looked at Shisui with a complicated expression. "I'm sorry, Shisui. I unleashed a brand-new demon. This weapon should never have existed. But I had no choice. Back then, it was the only thing I could rely on."

"From what you've said, someone disguised as me and used a Ninjutsu Rifle to snipe you."

"But if I really wanted to kill you, I wouldn't need to go to so much trouble."

Shisui had gradually let down his guard, though he kept his fighting stance. Confused, he asked, "A Ninjutsu Rifle? What's that?"

Chuanhe directly used the Summoning Technique to summon a weapon.

The main reason Chuanhe could summon objects was the [Soul Sealing Technique]. This technique's potential went far beyond simply replacing bodies.

"Shisui, take this weapon over there and try it. You'll understand. If you still resent me, you can attack me directly. This thing is just a toy to me now."

The hand holding the weapon trembled slightly. Unlike Sun, Shisui felt an intense fear of it.

Just as Senior Chuanhe had said, it was a demon. Any ninja without a special means of defense would die to this weapon's assassination.

Shisui now fully believed Chuanhe's account, because he had actually tried shooting Chuanhe's left hand just moments ago.

But the Ninjutsu Bullet had stopped in midair in front of Chuanhe's left hand.

At that moment, Shisui gained a whole new understanding of his senior, Chuanhe.

"Senior, I'm sorry. I was too impulsive that day." Shisui deeply regretted it now.

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

Shisui recounted the events of that day in full, from his point of view.

Shisui was deeply confused. The whole situation seemed completely out of control. Was there still any chance for Konoha and the Uchiha to reconcile?

After hearing Shisui's account, Chuanhe understood roughly what had happened.

Hiruzen Sarutobi and the others thought he was a spy? They thought the [Flame Explosion Technique] was a remote-controlled bomb from Kumogakure? What did any of that have to do with anything?

But from their perspective, it did make some sense. Still, the real culprit was the Konoha High Command's original sin—prejudice.

Those Konoha leaders simply refused to trust the Uchiha. They assumed the worst in every situation.

So that was it. Now he understood.

After thinking for a moment, Chuanhe said, "The biggest problem now is Uchiha Itachi. Something is very wrong with him. Based on what I've deduced so far, his way of solving the problem is probably... to massacre the clan."

Shisui froze at those words, then immediately grew agitated. "Impossible! Itachi can't be that kind of person! The clan members who haven't awakened their eyes never learned that technique. Even if there's a problem, he wouldn't go to such extremes!"

"Shisui, if we assume the worst—that I really am a spy—couldn't I have secretly taught it to clan members who hadn't awakened their eyes?"

Shisui's agitation slowly faded, and he looked despairing. "Senior, you must have a way, right? You do, don't you?"

But Chuanhe closed his eyes and began to think carefully.

It seemed the only way to deal with this was to wait until the day of the "Night of the Clan Massacre," because all the people behind it would be there that day.

Itachi wasn't here, and neither was Obito. Even if he resolved Konoha's problems now, he would still have to worry about those two.

The key was that this time, the older ones really had shown up after he beat the younger ones. If he didn't resolve everything at once, the line of enemies waiting to come after him would only grow longer.

It would be better to settle everything in one go. Then all that would be left to deal with were Black Zetsu and Akatsuki.

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

Was being too far ahead of his time really enough to make someone seem crazy? This had all started because my techniques were too far ahead...

So Chuanhe said, "Shisui, here's what I'm thinking. Before they make their move, I'll move the entire Uchiha clan to a safe place."

"Konoha is like a withered old tree, nearly dead. We'll use this opportunity to pull out all the pests at once."

"The Uchiha can simply live in seclusion. Those who want to come back can return. Those who don't can live out their lives in peace."

"What do you think?"

In this world, that way of thinking was tantamount to betraying the village. Shisui wanted to say something, but held back.

But with a real barrier between them, perhaps the Uchiha could finally integrate into Konoha.

Shisui let out a long sigh. "It seems this is our only option. It would be better if everyone calmed down first. Is there anything I can do now, Senior?"

Chuanhe thought for a while and said, "The best thing you can do now is stay out of sight, so there won't be any new misunderstandings. If this fragile balance is broken, we'll only end up with more unpredictable problems."