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The air was thick with tension as Shisui Uchiha stood alone, encircled by three Sand shinobi. They were cautious, moving with precision, positioning themselves in a triangle around him. Shisui's Sharingan whirled slowly, taking in every detail, every flicker of their chakra. His opponents were careful, but no amount of caution would make a difference. They thought their numbers gave them an edge. They didn't understand how far out of their league they were.

Shisui remained calm, every muscle relaxed, yet his senses were sharp, fully attuned to his enemies. He felt Haruto and Daichi battling further down the field, but he knew they could handle themselves. His focus was here, on these three. He hadn't been forced to kill in some time, but this wasn't a situation where mercy had a place. They were here to destroy him and his comrades. They would not be walking away.

The first enemy, a tall woman with a massive battle fan strapped across her back, was the first to make her move. With a fluid motion, she swung the fan off her shoulder and brought it crashing down in front of her. Wind chakra surged through the air, a cutting gust that whipped toward Shisui, sharp enough to tear through the trees behind him.

Shisui's Sharingan caught every movement, and before the wind blades could reach him, his body flickered. The Body Flicker Technique took him out of the line of fire in a heartbeat, leaving an afterimage behind. The gust of wind passed harmlessly through the space where he had just been standing, slicing through the trees and sending a spray of leaves into the air.

He reappeared a short distance to the side, perfectly unharmed, watching the woman carefully. She gritted her teeth, frustrated at her failed attack, but didn't have time to respond before the second shinobi, a puppet user, took his turn. A massive, grotesque puppet appeared from behind him, chakra threads controlling its every movement. The puppet skittered forward on thin, spider-like legs, its jagged blades flashing in the dim light. The puppet moved silently, but Shisui's eyes saw everything, tracking the faint chakra threads as they moved.

The puppet lunged at Shisui with a speed and precision that would have been lethal for most, but Shisui's tanto flashed out of its sheath with ease. His blade slashed through the chakra threads, severing the connection between the puppet and its master. The puppet collapsed to the ground, limbs twitching uselessly as the puppet master's eyes went wide with shock.

Before the puppet user could react, Shisui was already closing the distance. His body flickered once more, a blur of speed that the puppet master couldn't keep up with. Shisui's tanto was already slicing through the air, and before the puppet master could defend himself, the blade pierced his chest. The man gasped, his eyes filled with surprise as blood spilled from his lips. In one swift, precise motion, Shisui pulled his blade free, letting the man collapse to the ground in silence. The first enemy was down.

The fan user, seeing her comrade fall, reacted quickly. She swung her massive fan toward Shisui again, sending another blast of wind chakra toward him. The gust ripped through the forest with a deafening roar, cutting through trees and sending debris flying in every direction.

Shisui moved again, using the Body Flicker Technique to dodge the attack with ease. But this time, he didn't stop at dodging. As he reappeared, his eyes locked onto the fan user's. His Sharingan whirled faster, and in that instant, he activated one of his most feared techniques.

"Genjutsu: Sharingan."

The fan user's body went rigid as soon as their eyes met. Shisui's genjutsu took hold, wrapping her mind in an illusion so terrifying that she couldn't move. In her mind, the ground beneath her feet crumbled into a pit of darkness, and the trees around her morphed into grotesque, towering monsters. She tried to scream, but no sound escaped her lips. She was trapped, helpless, her mind overwhelmed by the vivid horrors Shisui had planted in her head.

In reality, she stood frozen, her fan half-lowered, her eyes wide and unseeing. Shisui walked toward her calmly, his tanto still in hand. She was already dead; she just didn't know it yet. With a swift, efficient movement, Shisui raised his blade and slashed it across her throat. Her eyes went wider for a brief moment as her body collapsed to the ground, blood pouring from the wound. The genjutsu faded, leaving her in a final, eternal silence.

Shisui wiped the blood from his blade and turned his attention to the last shinobi.

The third enemy had been observing the battle from a distance, his hands moving through a series of hand signs as he prepared a large-scale jutsu. The ground beneath Shisui began to rumble, and the shinobi slammed his hands into the earth. "Earth Style: Crushing Pillar Jutsu!" he shouted.

The earth heaved, and massive pillars of stone erupted from the ground, hurtling toward Shisui with crushing force. The attack would have obliterated anyone standing in its path.

But Shisui was not just anyone.

His body flickered again, vanishing just as the stone pillars crashed into the earth where he had been standing. The enemy shinobi's eyes widened as Shisui reappeared right behind him, silent as a ghost. His tanto was already drawn, and before the shinobi could react, Shisui's blade pierced through his back, slipping between his ribs with lethal precision.

The shinobi's body went rigid for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes were wide with shock as he fell forward, crumpling lifelessly to the ground. The third and final enemy had been dealt with.

The forest was silent once again.

Shisui stood amidst the fallen bodies of his enemies, his Sharingan slowly fading as he surveyed the scene. He had killed them quickly and efficiently, not giving them the chance to mount a serious threat. The battle had been brief, just as he had intended.

He sheathed his tanto with a calm, practiced motion, his expression neutral. He felt no joy in taking lives, but there was no room for hesitation or mercy in the world of shinobi. They had been enemies, and this had been the only possible outcome.

Shisui turned his attention toward the rest of the battlefield, where Haruto and Daichi were still engaged in their own fights. He could sense their chakra flaring as they battled their opponents, but he had no doubt they would prevail. His job now was to support them if needed — though he suspected they would soon be joining him in victory.

With a final glance at the fallen Sand shinobi, Shisui moved swiftly and silently toward his comrades, ready to finish what they had started.