Target, the Elder Council

"The battle was really intense!"

Within Iwagakure, a figure standing atop the Tsuchikage Building murmured under his breath.

From his bristling, spike-like hairstyle, it was clear that he was Shisui.

As he looked at the nearly hundred-meter-tall blue Susanoo ahead, Shisui fell into deep thought.

As a fellow member of the Uchiha Clan who had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan, Shisui knew full well that with the Mangekyō Sharingan's ocular power and its tremendous strain, it was impossible to unleash a Complete Body Susanoo like Obito had.

Shisui himself had tried several times. At most, he could maintain his Susanoo at its third stage—the Tengu Form.

Shisui knew this was not because one of his Sharingan was not originally his, since Itachi's situation was much the same as his.

Itachi could likewise only activate his Susanoo to the Tengu Form, and he could not sustain it for long either, or it would place an unimaginable burden on his body.

Then there was his eyesight. Recently, Shisui had already noticed a clear decline in his vision.

He knew that if he continued using the Mangekyō Sharingan, the day his eyes went blind would not be far off.

"The Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan... what an enviable pair of eyes."

Shisui gave a bitter smile. Naraku had told both him and Itachi long ago how to obtain the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.

Transplanting a pair of Mangekyō Sharingan from one's close blood relatives—such harsh and incomparably cruel conditions had undoubtedly disgusted them both when they heard them.

Not to mention that the conditions could not be met now, even if they could, Shisui would never choose to transplant the eyes of someone dear to him.

As for Itachi, after learning this, he said nothing and merely sank into thought on the spot.

At the time, Shisui