Death of Shisui, Itachi Awakens His Eyes

In Year 54 of Konoha, three years had already passed since the aftermath of the Nine-Tails' Rampage, yet this year seemed especially unusual.

According to Uchiha Feng's memories, this year was not only marked by Shisui's death, but was also the tragic year when Uchiha Itachi would massacre the clan.

Over these three years, the Uchiha Clan had become like fallen leaves drifting in the wind, gradually isolated and excluded by the village's higher-ups. Their once-prosperous residence had now been relocated to the edge of the village, lonely and deserted.

The scenery here had long lost its former vitality. Even the surrounding trees seemed to silently speak of the clan's bitterness and helplessness.

As time passed, the atmosphere within the Uchiha Clan grew ever heavier. The clansmen endured each day amid unease, as though they were all waiting for fate's judgment.

Whenever night fell, the compound beneath the stars became especially silent. Only the occasional sound of wind seemed to sigh softly over this tragic history.

That night, moonlight filtered through the treetops and fell upon the quiet Uchiha Clan Compound, draping the entire compound in a thin veil of silver.

Uchiha Itachi slowly approached Uchiha Feng with a faint smile on his face. By now, both of them were twelve years old. The childishness of the past had long been worn away by time, replaced by deeper thought and a greater sense of responsibility.

Uchiha Itachi had entered the Ninja Academy at five and graduated with outstanding results at six, becoming a true genius.

The speed of his training and growth was astonishing. He had now become a squad captain in the Hidden Leaf ANBU, carrying immense responsibilities and pressure.

At this moment, however, his eyes revealed a maturity that made it seem as though he had weathered endless storms.

Uchiha Feng, on the other hand, had chosen a different path.

He had not entered the Ninja Academy. Instead, he had decided to follow his heart. In his view, attending classes with a bunch of snot-nosed brats was absolutely impossible.

What a joke. His combat strength had already reached the level beyond Kage, and he had even awakened the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan's ocular powers. How could such strength be compared to those immature students at the Ninja Academy?

To him, such classes would undoubtedly be a waste of time. He did not even regard the entire ninja world as worthy of notice anymore. He had a system, and he had the determination to stand invincible in the world.

More importantly, his current identity was merely that of an ordinary civilian and a member of the Uchiha Clan.

Without a ninja's identity, he would not be bound by the village's higher-ups.

Since he had never truly become a ninja in the first place, he could easily cast off the restraints and responsibilities that came with being one.

The identity of a civilian undoubtedly gave him greater freedom and more room to remain hidden, allowing him to be more flexible in his future choices.

The night breeze brushed gently past, bringing a touch of coolness, as though adding a faint sorrow to the tranquil night.

Bathed in moonlight, Uchiha Feng's gaze shone with unwavering resolve, as though that light could pierce the darkness of the night.

He frowned slightly and asked with concern, "Itachi, what's wrong? You look like something is weighing on your mind."

Uchiha Itachi's expression remained as calm as ever, yet an unreadable emotion flashed through his eyes. He slowly said, "Feng, what do you think true peace is?"

Uchiha Feng's expression changed slightly, and a strange look appeared in his eyes. After thinking seriously for a moment, he replied, "Itachi, since you're asking me what peace is, then I want to ask you this: what is not peace?"

Uchiha Itachi's voice was low and resolute. "My best friend died!"

"Was it Shisui?" Uchiha Feng's heart tightened. Though he asked aloud, he was not surprised by the news. His intuition told him that the indescribable pain in Itachi's heart stemmed from this.

"Yes." Uchiha Itachi's voice was like an icy blade, cutting through the stillness of the night and seemingly freezing the air around them.

Uchiha Feng sighed softly, his tone carrying a trace of helplessness. "Alright, alright, I won't press you anymore. Then let me tell you. There has never been lasting peace in this world, only temporary peace at best. Look, Konoha appears peaceful on the surface right now. That is peace. In short, without war, where would peace come from? Without peace, where would war come from?"

At that moment, Uchiha Itachi's eyes suddenly changed, becoming like burning flames. The crimson Mangekyo Sharingan flickered with mysterious light in his pupils. "Brother, do you have eyes like mine too?"

Uchiha Feng smiled slightly and nodded. Then his eyes transformed as well, and he instantly activated the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.

It possessed a unique beauty: three triangular shuriken interlocked within it, with a small triangular shuriken hidden at the center.

"Congratulations, little brother." Uchiha Feng's voice was gentle yet firm. "You have awakened the legendary Mangekyo Sharingan."

Over the past three years, Uchiha Feng had all but vanished from the world, and almost no one outside mentioned his name anymore. People's attention had focused more on Uchiha Itachi, the genius ninja of the Uchiha Clan who was gradually beginning to shine.

"Brother, if I make certain decisions in the future, I will need your support." Uchiha Itachi's voice was low and firm, but a trace of unease flickered in his eyes.

Uchiha Feng frowned slightly and asked with interest, "Oh? What exactly are you planning to do?"

"Father wants to lead the entire Uchiha Clan in rebelling against the village. I have to stop him." Uchiha Itachi's expression grew increasingly solemn as his sense of responsibility surged like a tide.

Uchiha Feng gave a disdainful laugh, his tone filled with boundless arrogance. "So what if we rebel against the village? It's only Konoha. The Uchiha Clan remaining in Konoha is Konoha's honor instead."

His words were like sharp blades cutting through the surrounding air, carrying an air of supreme arrogance. This was the pride of the Uchiha Clan, fused into their blood and flowing through every member's heart.

Yet behind that pride lay complex emotions unknown to others.

Uchiha Itachi had clearly not expected Uchiha Feng to say something so absurd. Shock and unease welled up within him as he found himself unable to understand Uchiha Feng's inner world.

Uchiha Feng's way of thinking was even more terrifying than Uchiha Fugaku's.

Uchiha Fugaku's rebellion might still contain some sense of threat and expectation toward Konoha. In his heart, he remained obsessed with the village.

But Uchiha Feng regarded Konoha as an insignificant ant, something that could be shaken at will and was beneath his notice. This cold and absolute attitude made Uchiha Itachi's heart tighten, filling him with an indescribable fear and helplessness.

"Brother, why do you think this way?" he asked quietly, concern and confusion in his tone. He tried to find some understandable reason in Feng's eyes, but saw only profound darkness.