Itachi arrived at the edge of a cliff as though he had no control over himself.
Shisui stood with his back to him and said softly, "Itachi, you're here!"
When Shisui turned around, Itachi saw what he looked like now.
Originally... Shisui should have had only one eye gouged out, but now both his eye sockets were hollow, with blood streaming from them.
"You're the only one I can entrust this to, my dearest friend... Itachi."
As he spoke, Shisui held out a hand. In his palm lay a Sharingan covered in blood.
"Protect the village, and protect the Uchiha name!"
Hearing Shisui's words, Itachi said calmly, "Even without me, you could do that yourself."
Shisui shook his head. "I... have already lost hope in the Will of Fire... If I keep living... I think I'll follow a path you wouldn't want to see me take."
"So..." As he spoke, Shisui summoned a crow and had it absorb his Sharingan, then leaped off the cliff.
Itachi tried to grab Shisui, but he was already too late.
The Itachi inside this Itachi screamed frantically, Shisui... there's still revolutionary ideology... You shouldn't die like this...
Although Itachi knew this was only a virtual world, seeing his closest friend die and his faith in the Will of Fire shatter still made his heart ache.
Shisui watched the person below, who looked exactly like him, hand his eye to Itachi and leap off the cliff to his death. He felt a pang of sorrow, too.
Shisui believed that if he went through something like this, he would definitely make the same choice.
Not just because he had lost the power of the Mangekyō Sharingan, but also because his faith had crumbled, and... because it would release him from his suffering.
But Shisui was