At the edge of the Training Ground in the Uchiha Clan Compound.
Itachi and Shisui sat side by side, the moonlight casting a deathly pallor over their faces.
Itachi had his eyes closed, his brow slightly furrowed and his fingers pressed against his temples, as though he were pressing on some invisible wound.
Shisui stared at the moon with open eyes. There was no light in them, only a dull, ashen gray.
Genya approached from the entrance to the Uchiha Grounds.
Both men looked up at him at the same time.
"Still haven't recovered?"
Genya crouched in front of them, his gaze sweeping over their eyes.
Itachi shook his head.
"We overused the Mangekyo. The battle a few days ago was the last straw."
Shisui gave a faint smile, but it couldn't hide the exhaustion in his eyes.
"I thought I was going blind. I was just discussing with Itachi whether we'd need walking sticks whenever we went out."
Genya extended a hand, his palm facing Itachi's eyes.
Yin power flowed from his palm, the chakra as fine and closely woven as silk threads, warm and gentle.
Itachi stiffened, then relaxed.
That power seeped into his eye sockets and spread along his optic nerves. His dry eyes felt as though spring rain had soaked them, as though fresh water had welled up in a dried-out well.
Dōjutsu power flowed through his chakra pathways, stronger than ever before.
Itachi opened his eyes. Moonlight fell into his pupils, and the Mangekyo pattern lit up again, clearer and more stable than before.
Shisui's eyes recovered as well. He blinked, looked at the moon overhead, and smiled.
"How did you do that? I really thought I was going blind."
Itachi looked at Genya too. He said nothing, but the same question was in his