"Ah! Hit, hit, hit hit hit!"
Itsuki faced off against Fugaku, throwing a series of military-style punches, leaving Fugaku dazed and confused, as if performing a real-life drunken fist technique.
Fugaku's *Susanoo* was in tatters—one arm missing, and half its face shattered.
Several of the fragments flew toward Shisui.
This time, it was intentional on Itsuki's part.
He had just discovered something interesting.
Shisui had absorbed some fragments of Itachi's *Susanoo*, and he seemed to be undergoing some kind of strange transformation.
The most noticeable change was in his ocular power.
It had taken a significant leap forward.
Itsuki, being a sensory ninja, was fully aware of the battlefield, even while fighting Itachi and Fugaku.
This piqued his interest, so he intentionally shattered Fugaku's *Susanoo*, sending its fragments toward Shisui.
After all, that's his brother.
A real one.
Since Shisui was undergoing a transformation, Itsuki naturally wanted to help.
As for what Fugaku thought? That wasn't Itsuki's concern.
As the Uchiha clan leader, Fugaku surely wanted to help his clansmen—even if it meant sacrificing himself!
Itsuki vouched for Fugaku!
And as expected.
Shisui absorbed more of the fading *Susanoo* fragments, and his ocular power became even more turbulent.
It was as if something was about to break free.
"I'm quite curious, Shisui. Keep it up," Itsuki said with a meaningful gaze.
His hands, however, struck even harder, beating both Fugaku and Itachi, who howled in frustration.
No matter how fiercely they fought back, they were effortlessly suppressed.
In front of Itsuki, they felt like children facing an adult, not even close to being a match for him.
"Why is this happening...?" Toji asked, looking confused.
"They're all *Mangekyō* users, right? Why is Itsuki still dominating them two-on-one?"
Setsuna remained calm and replied indifferently, "What's so strange about it? Among the Uchiha, there are more than a few who can take on two with just a regular *Sharingan*. Itsuki is just particularly strong, even among *Mangekyō* users."
"I guess that's true, but still... this is the *Mangekyō* we're talking about," toji said, his expression complicated.
Ordinary Uchiha had no idea what the *Mangekyō Sharingan* even was.
Even the elders didn't fully understand it.
But they knew it was the ultimate dream of the Uchiha.
A legendary ocular technique.
Countless Uchiha spent their entire lives trying to glimpse its power, only to fail.
And now, here were three sets of *Mangekyō Sharingan* in one place.
Three pairs of *Mangekyō*.
This was a moment of glory for the Uchiha.
The peak of their power.
As an elder of the clan, toji was genuinely overjoyed.
Of course, there was also regret.
None of these three were part of the pacifist faction.
Itsuki once was, but even he eventually broke away.
"Did I make the wrong choice?" toj0i muttered, his eyes full of confusion.
"You absolutely made the wrong choice," Setsuna replied coldly, his voice filled with a hint of battle readiness. "My choice is the correct one. I'll prove that soon enough."
"Oh, and one more thing."
"Itsuki can fight two at once, not only because of his own strength but also because Fugaku and Itachi are weak!"
Toji was dumbfounded.
Those are *Mangekyō* users!
An elder Uchiha calling two *Mangekyō Sharingan* wielders weak? Where did he get the nerve?
"Boom!"
Itsuki landed a punch, and Fugaku collapsed onto the lake.
Once again, face first!
Fugaku was at his wits' end.
What kind of sick joke is this?
"Boom!"
Itsuki kicked Itachi into the air, scattering countless fragments of *Susanoo* as he ascended.
"Weak, far too weak."
Itsuki's eyes fixed on Fugaku and Itachi, and the *Ouroboros* in his pupils seemed to roar.
"With you guys like this, how can I trust you to venture out into the world?" Itsuki sighed deeply, his face full of disappointment, while his eyes flashed with extreme disdain.
It was as if he was saying, "Is this all you've got?"
Fugaku's face turned ashen, but there was nothing he could do.
He really couldn't win.
No matter how hard he fought, no matter how wild he became, it was all for nothing.
"Haha! Itsuki, right now, you're the strongest in the Uchiha clan!" Setsuna laughed aloud. "But just how strong? I want to find out. You wouldn't mind if an old man like me joined in, would you?"
"Setsuna?"
Toji was stunned.
Are you out of your mind?
Three *Mangekyō* users stared at Setsuna but didn't voice any objections.
They sensed a similar energy from him.
As expected!
Setsuna's eyes began to change from the three-tomoe pattern to a unique symbol.
*Mangekyō Sharingan*!
The fourth pair of *Mangekyō*!
"Impossible!" Toji shrieked.
At that moment, he felt like he was seeing his late wife… walking hand-in-hand with two young men, laughing as they strolled through a flower-filled meadow.
Is this really Setsuna?
Uchiha Setsuna?
The man he'd been competing with for half his life?
Back in Uchiha Madara's era, they were young and relatively unknown, but they had shown some talent and started to compete—similar to Danzo and the Third Hokage.
Now, his old rival had taken the lead—or rather, taken a crucial step forward—and awakened the *Mangekyō*!
Fugaku squinted at Setsuna and asked, "Elder, are those eyes yours?"
Toji was taken aback.
What does that mean?
Could they not be his?
Did he steal them from someone?
Setsuna looked at Fugaku deeply and slowly replied, "No, they belonged to a predecessor. Before he died, he asked me to take his eyes and, one day, give them to someone worthy."
His gaze shifted to Itsuki. "I originally planned to give them to Itsuki, but..."
"I don't need them!" Itsuki shrugged. "My eyes feel pretty good as they are!"
Shisui's face darkened.
This jerk!
Of course your eyes feel great!
"Haha!"
Setsuna chuckled. "I had already decided to use the last of my strength to kill Danzo and the Third Hokage. But now..."
Everyone fell silent.
Setsuna had done many unforgivable things.
But he was also a wise elder.
From his perspective, had the Uchiha really fallen so far that he had to stake his life on assassinating Danzo and the Third Hokage?
Fugaku's face turned especially grim.
This was a complete rejection of his leadership!
An absolute rejection!
Only when a clan was on the brink of collapse would an elder resort to a life-or-death gamble.
"Wait!" Itsuki suddenly shouted. "Don't kill the Third Hokage or Danzo. Trust me, I have a use for them—an important one!"
Setsuna gave Itsuki a long look, and his skeletal giant slowly formed.
His *Susanoo* was pitch black!
Pure black!
A darkness that seemed capable of devouring everything.
Three *Susanoo* formed a triangular formation around Itsuki.
"Itsuki, come!" Setsuna said with a smile. "Let's have a proper fight... Oof!"
Before he could finish speaking, Itsuki had already launched a brutal kick to his face.
"Not gonna lie, you just don't look like a good person. I've been wanting to kick you for a while now."
Itsuki shouted excitedly, "Let's keep dancing!"
The third round began!
Itsuki versus three!
And with that kick, Setsuna's *Susanoo* shattered into pieces.
Once again, fragments of *Susanoo* flew toward Shisui.
(End of chapter)