Mangekyō Sharingan Abilities

On the banks of the Naka River.

Root members were still searching the surrounding area.

Aside from this place, they had found no other clues about Shisui.

At that moment, the air above the riverbank suddenly distorted.

Like a stone thrown into a lake, it sent ripples spreading across the surface.

Amid flashing yellow light, five figures appeared out of thin air on the riverbank.

"We're back." Uchiha Zhengye looked up at the moon and frowned slightly.

They had made a trip to the future timeline, yet it seemed as though not much time had passed.

Was time flowing differently?

He glanced at the Plow in his hand. Its stored energy had dropped to zero percent.

He tried feeding it some chakra, only to find that the Plow would not accept chakra at all.

Its stored energy did not budge in the slightest.

Zhengye frowned and put the Plow back into the prize space.

Looks like this thing can't just be recharged whenever I want. I'll have to figure out how to restore it.

But for now, there were more important matters to handle.

"Someone's here!"

Just then, Shisui spoke up suddenly.

The moment he finished speaking, more than a dozen cold glints flew from the shadows along the riverbank.

Twelve kunai tore through the air from different angles—six from the front blocked their path forward, three from each side cut off their retreat, and another three slanted down from overhead.

"Hmph, courting death!" Inabi knocked aside the kunai before him with a swing of his blade. Under the moonlight, Itachi became a blur, his sword flashing repeatedly as he knocked down every kunai aimed at Shisui.

Lightning flashed beneath Zhengye's feet, and he shot through the gaps between the kunai like an arrow.

As they blocked the attack, twelve gray figures had already darted from the shadows, forming a tight encirclement around the five of them in the middle of the riverbank.

But in truth, despite their numbers, they were equally uncertain, because aside from the famed Uchiha Shisui, the other four were all Three-Tomoe Uchiha jonin.

"Call for reinforcements!" the captain in a fox mask said in a low voice.

The Root member beside him had just pulled a signal flare from his waist when a kunai pierced cleanly through his wrist.

The signal flare dropped to the ground and rolled into a crevice among the riverbank stones.

With a flick of Zhengye's hand, a second wave of five shuriken flew out.

They embedded themselves in the dirt beside the man, sealing off his path to retrieve it.

"Kill them all!!" Zhengye ordered calmly.

Having survived the night of the clan massacre, the four of them charged at the Root members without the slightest hesitation.

"You dare target the Uchiha! Die!"

Inabi was fiery by nature. He spun into the crowd like a top, drawing his sword and slashing.

His moves were broad and forceful, his whole body bursting with scorching fury. Before his words had even faded, two Root members had already fallen beneath his blade.

Tekka stayed close behind him to finish off the wounded. He looked at Inabi in surprise; the other man's movement speed had increased by fifty percent.

Could this be the Mangekyō Sharingan's enhancement?

Meanwhile, Itachi and Shisui flashed forward together. Though one of Shisui's eyes had been gouged out, Zhengye's healing scroll had treated him.

Now, only his field of vision was obstructed. Everything else remained as it had been.

Shisui took a deep breath, and his lone eye suddenly sharpened.

He formed no hand seals. With only a light tap of his foot, his body abruptly split apart.

One became two, two became four, four became eight!

In the blink of an eye, eight Shisuis appeared across different parts of the battlefield. Each carried the same killing intent, and each had a Three-Tomoe Sharingan slowly turning in his eyes.

Then, the eight became sixteen.

Under the moonlight, sixteen black shadows darted among the Root members.

Shadow clones, afterimages, and the real body.

The Root members' blades cut through empty air again and again, always striking intangible phantoms.

And every time a phantom flickered, a Root member fell.

"Body Flicker Shisui..." a Root member cried out in terror, but before his words ended, his throat had already been cut.

Lightning flashed beneath Zhengye's feet: Lightning Release: Lightning Walk!

His figure suddenly accelerated, streaking over his opponent like lightning.

A thin line of blood appeared across the Root member's neck.

Zhengye pointed with his backhand, lightning flickering over his fingertip.

"Lightning Release: Lightning Spear!"

A blinding flash of white lightning pierced through another man!

That was right. What Zhengye excelled at was not Fire Release, but Lightning Release! More precisely, he cultivated both lightning and fire!

In less than ten seconds, only two of the twelve Root members remained alive.

They were the captain and vice-captain of this squad, two experienced jonin.

They had stayed at the outermost edge during the first clash, which was why they had survived.

"The intelligence must be sent back!" the captain growled. "Split up and run!"

The two formed hand seals, then flashed away. One raced toward Konoha, while the other charged deep into the forest.

Zhengye made a tactical hand signal: "Leave no survivors!"

Although the two had already fled far away, they still could not escape Zhengye's field of vision.

His Three-Tomoe Sharingan changed at once, transforming into three four-pointed diamonds.

The Root captain suddenly felt his entire body grow heavy as an enormous pressure steadily increased.

There was clearly nothing on him, yet his legs felt as though they had been filled with lead.

In just two seconds, it was as if he were carrying a mountain on his back.

"Wh... what is this...?!"

The Root captain's legs gave out, and his body was slammed violently into the ground.

Crack!

His knees smashed into the ground with devastating force! The intense pain made him let out a miserable shriek!

"Arghhh..."

The Root captain lay face-down on the ground, feeling his body grow heavier and heavier. Then, in the next moment—

"Crack, crack, crack..." The sound of his rib cage breaking rang out.

He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. Like a fly swatted flat, his entire body was pressed into the ground.

The ability of Zhengye's left Mangekyō Sharingan.

Amenotokotachi: after locking onto a target with his gaze, it continuously increased the gravity affecting that target.

Zhengye let out a breath and rubbed his eye.

The consumption isn't too high.

On the other side, the vice-captain had been targeted by Inabi, who had activated his Mangekyō Sharingan.

His Three-Tomoe Sharingan instantly split into three intersecting rings.

A strange ripple flashed through the air.

There was no sound of wind, nor were there any chakra fluctuations.

Only a few traces of blades cutting through the air appeared, and the Root jonin a hundred meters away abruptly froze mid-run.

The next moment, his body split diagonally from shoulder to waist and hip, turning into more than a dozen irregular chunks of flesh.

Blood and internal organs exploded outward!

Before he could even scream, a jonin had died here forever.

It was the ability of Inabi's left Mangekyō Sharingan: Heavenly Feather Slash.

It could form invisible slashes in the void. Wherever his gaze reached, nothing could withstand its cut!

Inabi covered his eye and shook his head. His eye felt somewhat uncomfortable; he had used too much force.

He did not need to make that many cuts to kill the man.

"Clean up the battlefield!"

Zhengye formed hand seals and spat out a Great Fireball, beginning to burn the corpses.

As a basic Uchiha Fire Release technique, all five of them could use it.

After several fireballs were launched, the corpses of the twelve Root members immediately burst into raging flames.

"What do we do next, Zhengye?"

Inabi looked into Zhengye's eyes, an expression of certainty appearing on his face.

Among those present, aside from Tekka, who did not have a Mangekyō Sharingan, the other four all possessed Mangekyō Sharingan!

Never before in Uchiha history had such a force been assembled!

As long as they stood united, they would surely be able to prevent the Uchiha Clan's extermination!

Itachi, Shisui, and Tekka shared roughly the same thoughts as they waited for Zhengye's next order.

Zhengye did not answer immediately.

He rapidly sorted through the plan in his mind. Shisui's eye was evidence. Danzo gouging it out was the crime. The Third Hokage's tacit approval was the opening. Fugaku... was the greatest obstacle.

Zhengye raised a hand and pointed at Shisui's gouged-out right eye.

"This is the foundation that will secure the Uchiha's survival."

"First, we return to the Uchiha. We make Fugaku step down!"

Shisui's body trembled slightly. His lone eye turned toward Zhengye, and his lips moved, but he did not object.

He had seen the future—Fugaku's "enduring humiliation" had ultimately led the clan into the abyss.

Itachi lowered his head without speaking. His expression flickered in the moonlight, and in the end, he merely clenched his fists.

Inabi and Tekka exchanged a glance and nodded heavily.