"So this is the Mangekyō Sharingan..." Itachi murmured.
Though he had gained the legendary power, he felt no joy at all.
His dearest friend, a brother in all but blood, had died right before his eyes.
...And he had done nothing!
Madara Uchiha's strength was terrifying beyond belief.
Even with his Mangekyō Sharingan awakened, his chances of winning were still incredibly slim.
While Itachi grieved,
Madara stood there with his arms folded, grinning cheerfully.
From the looks of it,
he seemed to thoroughly enjoy crushing another person's spirit.
Taking pleasure in an enemy's suffering... that was the Battlefield Rose for you!
Looking at Shisui lying on the ground, Itachi murmured to himself.
"Shisui, I might not be able to avenge you... huh?!"
Just as Itachi was overcome with grief,
he suddenly saw Shisui crack his eyes open and sneak a glance at him.
Itachi: "???"
If he hadn't awakened his Mangekyō, he would have suspected he was hallucinating.
"...Shisui?"
Oh, crap, Shisui thought.
He laboriously opened his eyes and spoke in an extremely "weak" voice.
"Itachi, you have to live on... I'm about to die... Aah!"
With a scream, Shisui closed his eyes again.
Itachi was utterly confused.
Something about this just felt wrong...
"Pfft, hahahahaha!"
The supposedly cold, aloof Madara posing off to the side couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.
"..."
Itachi glanced at Madara, who was clutching his stomach with laughter.
Then he glanced at Shisui, who had already "died" but whose body was still trembling slightly.
"...Shisui, get up," Itachi said calmly.
I'm already dead. I'm already dead...
Keeping his eyes closed, Shisui continued lying on the ground and playing dead.
"...Get up!" Itachi snapped, embarrassed and annoyed.
"Oh..."
Shisui obediently stood up.
Looking at the big pinwheels spinning away in Itachi's eyes, he