"What do you mean, you think I can be whoever I want?"
Shisui was bewildered. Was that even possible?
"A name is just a label. Anything will do."
Tetsuya waved a hand dismissively and changed the subject.
"What are you planning to do next, though? As far as everyone else in Konoha is concerned, you're dead.
And according to the latest news, your death has quieted the Uchiha Clan for now. They probably won't make any moves in the near future.
So, are you going back to Konoha?"
Shisui fell silent. He truly hadn't expected to survive.
If he had died, he wouldn't have needed to consider any of this.
But he was still alive.
Should I go back?
But how would I explain things once I got there?
If he told them what had happened to him, the clan would probably lose control again.
But what could he do if he didn't go back?
As he pondered this, he looked at Izuna and Tobirama.
Looking at the two of them, then thinking of himself...
He suddenly seemed to understand why they had chosen to stay here. As people who were already dead, they no longer had a place in their former homes.
"I don't know either. It feels like I have nowhere to go. Without my Sharingan, I don't think I can go back to the Uchiha Clan."
Without his Sharingan, his fighting strength had been cut in half. Besides, if he returned, how would he explain things to the others in the clan?
Tell them Danzo stole my eyes?
Wouldn't that just add fuel to the fire?
"In that case, stay in the Land of Grass."
"Stay here?"
Tobirama nodded.
"That's a pretty good choice. Seeing you always reminds me of that boy Kagami. How about this? Stay