Chapter 32 Sharingan Theft

The cold, crisp air of the forest bore witness to the clash between two powerful wills. Uchiha Shisui, the idealistic guardian of his clan and village, now faced the embodiment of paranoia and ambition—Shimura Danzo.

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Shisui reacted with lightning speed. His Mangekyō Sharingan spun furiously as he tilted his head back just in time to evade Danzo's claw-like grip aimed at his right eye.

"Danzo!" Shisui roared, leaping back to create distance. "This is treason against Konoha! How dare you target me like this!"

Danzo smirked, his face cold and emotionless. "Treason? Everything I do is for the village, Shisui. Your naivety blinds you to the truth."

With a swift motion, Danzo flicked his arm, revealing a hidden kunai in his sleeve. The eight ANBU operatives around him tensed, ready to act at his command.

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The Dance of Shadows

Shisui narrowed his eyes. He was outnumbered, and his opponents were highly trained. But retreat was not an option—he couldn't allow Danzo to take his eye.

"Fire Style: Phoenix Sage Fire!" Shisui exhaled a series of small fireballs, each imbued with his chakra. They moved unpredictably, aimed to disrupt the Root members and Danzo.

The operatives moved in unison, weaving water-style jutsu to counter the flames. A cascade of steam erupted as the elements collided, shrouding the battlefield in a dense mist.

Using the cover, Shisui blurred into action, appearing behind one of the operatives. His kunai flashed, knocking the ninja unconscious in a single precise strike.

"Impressive," Danzo said, his voice cutting through the mist. "But you're wasting your time. The outcome has already been decided."

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The Trap Springs

Shisui felt it then—a faint disturbance in the chakra flow around him. Too late, he realized Danzo had placed seals across the battlefield.

"Paralysis Seal: Activate!" Danzo's voice rang out.

Shisui's body froze for a split second, his muscles locking up just enough to make him vulnerable.

Danzo seized the opportunity, lunging forward. Shisui's instincts screamed at him, and with immense effort, he broke free of the seal's hold. However, Danzo's kunai struck true, grazing his side as blood splattered onto the ground.

"You won't win, Danzo!" Shisui growled, his resolve unshaken despite the injury.

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The Moment of Betrayal

Danzo stopped, his expression unreadable. "You still don't understand, do you? The Uchiha are a threat. Their bloodline, their power—it's too dangerous to be left unchecked. Even you, Shisui, can't change that."

"You're wrong!" Shisui shouted. "The Uchiha and Konoha can coexist! The Third Hokage sees that—why can't you?"

Danzo's eyes narrowed. "Because I won't gamble the future of the village on sentiment."

He signaled his operatives again, and they converged on Shisui. The battle turned desperate, with Shisui using every ounce of his strength and skill to fend off the relentless assault.

But then, Danzo struck. With a flicker of motion too fast for even Shisui's Sharingan to track, Danzo's clawed hand reached his face.

Pain exploded in Shisui's right eye as Danzo tore it from its socket.

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A Will That Endures

Shisui staggered back, clutching the empty space where his eye once was. Blood poured down his face, staining his clothes and the ground beneath him.

Danzo held the prized Sharingan aloft, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. "You've lost, Shisui. And with this eye, I will ensure Konoha's safety."

Despite the agony, Shisui's remaining Mangekyō Sharingan spun fiercely. "You think this will break me? My will... my dream... they won't die here!"

Summoning every ounce of his chakra, Shisui performed one last jutsu. His body flickered as he disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind only faint traces of his presence.

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A Flicker of Hope

Far from the battlefield, Shisui reappeared by the Nanhe River. His body trembled, and his vision blurred. The pain was unbearable, but his mind remained sharp.

"I can't let him have this power... not Kotoamatsukami."

Shisui reached into his pocket and pulled out his remaining eye. He stared at it for a moment before placing it in a sealed scroll.

"Take this... to Itachi," he whispered, summoning a small summon creature. "He'll know what to do."

The summon vanished with the scroll, and Shisui, his strength nearly gone, slumped against a tree.

His thoughts drifted to Itachi, to the future of the Uchiha, and to the village he had sworn to protect.

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The Silent Witness

Unbeknownst to Shisui, a figure watched from the shadows, golden eyes glinting faintly in the moonlight.

"Foolish Danzo," the figure murmured, a sly grin forming. "And Shisui... such idealism. How amusing."

The figure vanished as quickly as it appeared, leaving the forest once again in silence.