Capítulo 25: 024: The cursed clan
Shisui stood at the edge of the forest, the cool breeze of early morning brushing against his skin. The war had dragged on for what felt like years, and the land bore the scars of it. Trees were uprooted, rivers diverted, and the once peaceful countryside was littered with the remnants of battles past. But it wasn't just the land that had changed, it was the people.
Shisui Uchiha had always been proud of his clan. The Uchiha were the strongest, and their pride was well earned. For generations, their Sharingan had been a symbol of power, of control, of destiny. But here, standing alone after yet another battle, Shisui couldn't shake the growing sense of unease that had been gnawing at him. The world seemed darker, and his once unshakable pride had begun to feel like a hollow shell.
His thoughts were interrupted as Tatsui's voice cut through the silence.
"You're brooding again, aren't you?"
Shisui turned, offering a tired smile. Tatsui stood a few paces behind him, leaning against a tree, his arms crossed. The older man was taller, his face weathered from years of experience, but there was a spark in his eyes that made him seem younger than his age. Tatsui was a non clan ninja, a survivor of the second ninja war. Despite not having a bloodline limit like the Sharingan, he had a keen intellect, an uncanny ability to read people, and an unshakable determination that Shisui had come to admire deeply.
"I wouldn't call it brooding," Shisui replied with a smirk. "Just… thinking."
"Thinking, brooding, it's the same thing with you Uchiha. Even then, I could recognize a brooding brat miles away" Tatsui said, smiling, while walking over to stand beside him. His voice softened, and for a moment, the weight of the war lifted slightly. "We've all seen enough to make us think too much."
Shisui glanced at him, studying the lines of weariness on his friend's face. Tatsui had been there since the early days of the war, always doing his best to survive, not because he wanted glory, but because he wanted to return home. It was one of the things that set him apart from Shisui's clan .Their desire for power, for strength, for proving themselves superior to others.
"You hide it well, you know," Shisui said after a moment.
Tatsui raised an eyebrow. "Hide what?"
"Your talent. You act like you're reckless, like you just stumble your way through these battles, but I've seen the way you move. You're better than half the shinobi I've fought alongside."
Tatsui let out a small chuckle, though there was a shadow of something more serious in his eyes. "Better to let people underestimate you. You'd be surprised how often that keeps you alive."
Shisui nodded. Tatsui's philosophy was simple: survive. It was different from the way the Uchiha thought, where strength and honor were everything. Shisui found comfort in that.
Tatsui was a man who valued life, who didn't let the war change his heart. It was a stark contrast to what Shisui had been taught. Where sacrifice and power were the ultimate measures of success.
"I'm going to head back to camp," Tatsui said, pushing off the tree. "I need to send a letter to my wife. Knowing her, she is probably worried sick about me again."
"Send her my regards," Shisui said with a smile. He had met Tatsui's wife once, a kind woman who was the anchor in Tatsui's life. She was expecting a child, and Tatsui's only goal in this war was to return to them safely.
"And Shisui" said Tatsui.
Shisui looked at him.
"Keep the hope alive" said with a sad smile.
As Tatsui walked away, Shisui felt the weight of something unspoken between them. He could see it in the way Tatsui carried himself, the way he avoided talking about the future. It was as if he knew something was coming, something that neither of them could avoid.
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The next few days were filled with the routine of war. Battles were fought, plans were made, and the world continued to crumble around them. Shisui's Sharingan had become sharper, more perceptive with each encounter, but that sense of pride he had once felt in his eyes was fading. The Uchiha had always valued strength above all, and now, as he watched his fellow clansmen move with cold precision through the battlefield, he began to feel a growing disconnect.
It was one day that everything changed.
Shisui had been summoned by the elder of his unit, a stern Uchiha named Kasuma. He had been given a mission. There was a spy within their ranks, someone who had been leaking information to the enemy. The name of the spy had not been confirmed, but there were whispers, rumors that pointed to someone close to Shisui.
'Tatsui!'.
The thought hit Shisui like a punch to the gut. He had known Tatsui for years now. They had fought together, survived together. Tatsui wasn't a spy. He couldn't be. But orders were orders. Shisui had been tasked with finding the spy, and if necessary, eliminating them. The Uchiha clan did not tolerate betrayal.
Shisui found Tatsui in the forest again, where they often met before battles. The air was thick with tension, and for the first time in their friendship, Shisui could feel a wall between them.
"Tatsui," Shisui said, his voice strained. "I need to talk to you."
Tatsui turned slowly, his expression unreadable. "What's this about, Shisui?"
"There are… rumors," Shisui began, struggling to find the right words. "Rumors that someone in our ranks has been leaking information. They think it's you."
Tatsui's eyes darkened, but there was no anger there, only a deep sadness. "And you believe them?"
"I don't want to," Shisui said quickly. "But I've been ordered to bring you in. We can clear this up, Tatsui. If you're innocent, we'll prove it."
Tatsui let out a bitter laugh. "Innocent? Shisui, you know how this works. Once they've branded you as a traitor, there's no going back. They won't listen to anything I have to say."
Shisui took a step forward. "Let me help you. I can talk to them. We can figure this out together."
But Tatsui shook his head, his face hardening with resolve. "It's too late for that. I've been through enough battlefields to know when my time is up."
There was a long silence between them, the weight of the moment pressing down on both men. Shisui's heart raced as he saw the resignation in Tatsui's eyes. The man who had always fought so hard to survive was now standing on the edge of defeat.
"I'm sorry, Shisui," Tatsui said quietly. "I'm sorry that it has to end like this. But before I go, I have one last favor to ask of you."
Shisui's throat tightened. "Please, don't do anything." he asked while preparing to subdue Tatsui.
"Take care of my family. Make sure they're safe."
Tatsui's words hung in the air like a death sentence, and before Shisui could react, Tatsui made his move. In a swift, precise motion, Tatsui drew a kunai and plunged it into his own heart. Shisui's eyes widened in horror as he watched his friend collapse to the ground, blood pooling beneath him.
"No!" Shisui screamed, rushing to Tatsui's side. He knelt down, his hands shaking as he tried to stop the bleeding, but it was too late. Tatsui's breathing was shallow, his eyes distant.
"Please, don't do this," Shisui begged, tears streaming down his face.
Tatsui's lips curled into a weak smile. "It's better this way. The world is unfair… you know that as well as I do. Keep the hope alive, would you?."
And with those final words, Tatsui's body went still. Shisui sat there, cradling his friend's lifeless form in his arms, unable to comprehend the weight of what had just happened. The sadness, the guilt, the anger it all crashed down on him at once, and in that moment, his Sharingan evolved, the three tomoe spinning violently in his eyes. They kept spinning, but they stopped.
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Shisui returned to the village with a heavy heart. He took advantage of his privilege as a genius to hone to train. He had reported Tatsui's death as a suicide, but when he brought up the rumors of betrayal, his clan dismissed him. The Uchiha elders brushed off his concerns, telling him that the war had claimed many lives, and that it was not his place to question the orders of the clan.
It wasn't long after that he received a letter, slipped under his door in the dead of night. The letter had no name, but it promised answers, answers about Tatsui's death, about the Uchiha clan, and about the truth behind the Sharingan. Shisui, always wary, sent a shadow clone in his place to the meeting location, a secluded spot on the outskirts of the village.
Danzō was waiting there, his expression cold and calculating as always.
"I see you've come" Danzō said, his voice calm. "You wish to know the truth, I assume?"
Shisui's clone said nothing, letting Danzō continue. He knew about elder Danzo as one of the elders helping the Hokage to rule Konoha.
"The Uchiha are cursed," Danzō said, his eye narrowing. "Their power comes from their emotions, from their instability. The stronger the emotional trauma, the more powerful the Sharingan becomes. That is why your clan has always sought to control their feelings. But there are some… traditions, let's say, that go beyond simple discipline."
Shisui's blood ran cold.
"Your friend, Tatsui," Danzō continued. "He may have been a victim of that tradition. The Uchiha elders like to arrange the death of family or friends of their most promising geniuses. They know that by killing someone close to them, they could awaken their true potential. Even if it fails, a three tomoe sharingan is more than enough. And it worked, didn't it? You now have the power of the three tomoe Sharingan." said Danzo with utmost certainty.
Shisui's fists clenched. "You're lying."
Danzō gave a small, humorless smile. "Lying is for the weak.You can search for the truth yourself." said Danzo while dispelling in a cloud of smoke.
'A shadow clone' thought Shisui's clone
With that, the clone dispersed, and the real Shisui, waiting in his house, felt a cold fury settle over him. His clan had manipulated him, had manipulated Tatsui, all for the sake of power.
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The next day, Shisui found himself standing outside Tatsui's home. He had come to pay his respects, leave Tatsui's pension and more from shisui's pockets.In a way, to fulfill his friend's final request, and guilty of being the reason of his death.
But as he stepped inside, the scent of death filled the air. Shisui's heart sank as he saw the bodies, Tatsui's wife, his baby, and an unknown person, all dead. The scene was gruesome, a double murder with a suicide, or so it seemed.
Shisui fell to his knees, his body trembling with grief. He had failed. He had failed to protect the people he cared about, failed to see the truth behind the lies, let his friend's legacy die.
In that moment, the weight of everything crushed him, and his three tomoe Sharingan evolved once more. A new pattern, the Mangekyō awakening in his eyes, the eyes only heard on legends. But Shisui didn't care, the pain, the guilt, the betrayal,it all consumed him, and as he stared at the blood stained floor, he remembered his words.
"Keep the hope alive" murmured Shisui while tears escaped from his eyes.
He made a vow.
To correct the path of his clan and protect the village at all costs.
'Maybe he has a way' thought Shisui while thinking in the person who helped him discover the truth.
'But I need to see it with my own eyes'
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In a deep cave, a man was reading through various reports.
"Ro, status," said Danzō.
"Mission completed, Danzō-sama," answered the ninja.
Danzō nodded, and the ninja left. As he continued reading, his mind wandered, reflecting on his recent exchange with the young Uchiha.
'Deceit doesn't always come with lies,' Danzō mused, recalling a phrase his teacher often repeated.
'Though those traditions were once alive during the Warring Clans Era, they no longer hold true today.'
'And now' Danzo smiled faintly.
'He will come seeking for more answers,' thought Danzō while thinking on his next move..
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A/N: Sad bro
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