Shisui Uchiha's brows were knitted into a tight knot, his eyes fixed on the tree roots emitting a strange light and the white creature hanging above, his eyes full of vigilance and uneasiness.
Growing up, he had seen a lot of strange things, but this was the first time he saw a creature like this, and he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.
Uchiha Shisui keenly caught the strangeness of Shisui, sighed softly, and patiently explained:
"This is what can solve our family Bloodline Disease."
After hearing Uchiha Shisui's explanation, Shisui's tight nerves relaxed a little, but the white creature hanging on the root of the tree was so weird that it still made him feel uncomfortable and terrified.
"Shisui, do you believe me?"
Just when Shisui was still trying to digest all this, Uchiha Shisui suddenly asked abruptly.
The sound echoed in the empty stone room, carrying a somewhat inexplicable heaviness.
"Well, I will always believe in Brother Shisui..."
Shisui replied without thinking. Before he could finish his words, a sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded.
"Pfft!"
Warm blood splashed onto Shisui's face, carrying a strong fishy smell.
Immediately afterwards, there was a heartbreaking pain in his shoulder. Shisui frowned like a conditioned reflex and subconsciously stepped back.
His eyes widened with disbelief, staring at Uchiha Shisui, his voice trembling with shock and pain. "Why? Why do you, brother Shisui, take action against me?"
Uchiha Shisui picked up Shisui's broken arm with an expressionless face and carefully measured the size in his hand. Then his eyes slowly fell on Shisui who was retreating. His tone was still calm, as if what just happened was just a trivial thing:
"Shisui, believe me, everything I did is to enable you to use the power of the Uchiha Clan perfectly in the future."
After hearing the sound, Shisui held his bloody broken arm, his body trembling slightly from pain and shock, and his mind was in chaos.
Before he could recover from the huge impact, he saw Uchiha Shisui suddenly jump to the root of the tree that was emitting a strange light like a ghost.
The sharp blade in Shisui's hand flashed with cold light, and he swung it at those White Zetsu who had not yet completed their transformation without hesitation. For a moment, with a dull cutting sound, White Zetsu's limbs fell off one after another.
After a while, Shisui walked up holding a bunch of weird-shaped White Zetsu arms. Each arm was still squirming slightly, exuding a disgusting smell.
Shisui stared at this scene with wide eyes, not knowing what Shisui was going to do.
Shisui walked up to Shisui, first stopped the bleeding from Shisui's broken arm, and then squatted down expressionlessly, placing all the White Zetsu arms in front of Shisui, and then began to pick them up one by one, carefully comparing them with Shisui's broken arms, as if looking for the most suitable one.
Shisui looked at the squirming arms of White Zetsu in front of him, his stomach was churning, and the fear and doubt in his heart reached its peak. He opened his mouth and wanted to question Shisui, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make any sound. He could only watch Shisui perform this series of strange behaviors.
Shisui rummaged through the pile of White Zetsu arms for a long time, eyes fixed on each arm, brows furrowed, expression focused.
During this long search, the air around him seemed to have frozen, and there were only the sounds of him sighing and turning his arms from time to time.
After searching for a long time, I finally found an arm that was barely similar to a human arm, but when I looked closely, I saw that it was densely covered with spikes, making it look particularly ferocious.
"These White Zetsu who have not completely transformed are still too late."
Shisui frowned and complained in a low voice with disgust on his face.
His voice was full of helplessness. These arms were still far from what he expected, but there was really no better choice at the moment.
Just when Shisui was feeling irritable, the ground suddenly shook slightly, and a White Zetsu suddenly emerged from the soil.
This White Zetsu still maintained a semi-earthly form. As soon as his head popped out, before he had time to react, he was keenly captured by Shisui.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Shisui rushed forward with a single stride, stretched out his big hand, and directly pulled White Zetsu out of the soil. The movements were done in one go, without any sloppiness.
Immediately afterwards, Shisui quickly dragged the White Zetsu in front of Shisui, waving Kunai with both hands quickly, and White Zetsu's limbs were cut off in an instant.
Shisui picked up one of the arms and pasted the broken end of White Zetsu's arm to the wound on Shisui's shoulder. A burst of thick white smoke suddenly appeared, as if shrouded by a mysterious force, and the shredded flesh was connected and fused with White Zetsu Cells.
Shisui Closed his eyes tightly, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
However, as the white smoke gradually dissipated, Shisui's originally frowning brows slowly relaxed.
He carefully moved his newly attached arm. It was a little awkward at first, but he soon got used to it.
What surprised him even more was that the chakra in his body suddenly increased a lot like a sleeping giant being awakened, and an unprecedented sense of power surged into his heart.
Shisui looked at Shisui with a face full of disbelief. The doubts in his heart still did not dissipate, but the changes in his body made him vaguely feel that what Shisui did was only good for him.
Thinking of this, Shisui's face was full of guilt, and his eyes showed deep self-blame.
He realized how inappropriate his questioning and interrogation just now was. After Shisui had done so much for him, he still had doubts about him.
His face turned red and his heart was filled with regret.
"Yes... I'm sorry, brother Shisui, I misunderstood you!"
Shisui's voice was trembling, with a deep apology.
After that, he bent at ninety degrees and bowed respectfully towards Shisui. He lowered his head and did not dare to look into Shisui's eyes.
He clenched his hands tightly into fists, and his nails were almost embedded into his flesh. He secretly swore in his heart that no matter what brother Shisui did in the future, he would trust him without reservation.
Shisui waved his hand gently, with a gentle smile on his face, and his expression was indifferent, as if everything that had just happened was not worth mentioning. "This is what I should do, Shisui, White Zetsu Cells is so powerful, you will deeply understand it after you turn on Mangekyo."
Shisui nodded seriously. Although he had not intuitively felt the power of Mangekyō Sharingan, brother Shisui's words convinced him that it must be a powerful force beyond imagination.
"Now that your body is able to control that power, it's time for you to turn on Mangekyō Sharingan."
Shisui's voice is steady and powerful, with unquestionable certainty in his words.
After saying that, he narrowed his eyes slightly and his thoughts involuntarily drifted to Itachi Uchiha in his past life memory.
That genius boy started Mangekyō Sharingan at the age of thirteen and showed his amazing talent.
However, great strength also comes with a heavy price. His body was completely unable to resist the backlash of blood stains. He suffered from a host of illnesses at a young age and his health deteriorated.
However, when his eyes fell on Shisui again, his eyes became firm again.
Now that Shisui has been transplanted into White Zetsu Cells, the situation is completely different, and we no longer have to worry about the terrible backlash.
Shisui believes that with the help of White Zetsu Cells, Shisui will be able to successfully open Mangekyō Sharingan and make full use of this power.