Chapter 477: Shisui Uchiha: Is the clan doing well, Itachi?

"A conspiracy?"

Orochimaru laughed: "Itachi, you are still the same as you once were—arrogant, arrogant to the point of being laughable."

"In the past, bound by the ninja world, I indeed wanted to seize the Sharingan."

If not for the Samsara Game, the Sharingan would be the most core item in the ninja world.

No matter how talented Orochimaru was, without the bloodline of the Uchiha Clan, he could only be reduced to an inconspicuous supporting character.

All scientific research achievements and the wishes one desperately tries to realize are jokes.

"But now, the Sharingan has long lost the qualification to be noticed by me!"

Orochimaru spread his arms,

palms facing downward, continuously dripping pitch-black necrotic aura, which fell onto the ground, drilled into the cracks of the floor, and permeated underground.

The floor shattered, and the ground bulged.

Two coffins wrapped in necrotic aura rose up, just in time to be pressed down by Orochimaru's extended palms.

Clang.

The coffin lids were lifted, revealing the necrotic lifeforms inside.

"Evil curse, actually toying with the dead—your abilities are as filthy as your heart, Orochimaru!"

Itachi Uchiha frowned deeply, looking at the two necrotic lifeforms, a bad premonition surging in his heart.

Circles of dark curse waves wrapped around the surroundings like ribbons.

Any lifeform that touched the waves would be eroded by the dark curse.

【Dark Magic Ring Lv. max】: Releases a magic ring condensed from dark curses, causing massive dark attribute damage to targets that touch the ring.

A skill similar to an armor effect.

It can not only defend but also provide massive damage during close-quarters combat.

"Hoo..."

The atmosphere was tense.

The summoned necrotic lifeforms slowly exhaled cold, turbid air, like evil spirits crawling out of Hell.

Their pitch-black necrotic eyeballs rotated sluggishly, lacking focus, more like ornaments.

For most necrotic lifeforms, their flesh-and-blood functions are completely damaged, and their internal organs have lost their efficacy; they are able to interact with the world like living people by relying on soul fluctuations.

A cold soul fluctuation landed on Itachi Uchiha.

He frowned, originally wanting to summon soul black flames to disperse the perception of the necrotic lifeforms Orochimaru had summoned.

But after seeing the appearance of the necrotic lifeform inside the coffin clearly, he became completely stunned, and even the Dark Magic Ring almost shattered due to his intense emotional fluctuations.

"So lucky, to be able to see you again after dying, little brother Itachi."

The necrotic lifeform twisted its neck, emitting a voice that sounded as if it were coming through flowing water.

Slightly curly black short hair, old-style ninja green chainmail from before the appearance of the Samsara Game, carrying a standard Uchiha Clan long sword on his back.

On the scabbard, the logo of the Uchiha Clan's blacksmith shop from back then was still imprinted.

"No... no... is it really you, Shisui?"

Itachi Uchiha couldn't help but step back; the Dark Magic Ring smashed through the wall, and although the sunlight from outside the house shone on him, he felt icy cold all over.

"That's right, it's me."

Orochimaru was not controlling the necrotic lifeform, so Shisui Uchiha was able to move freely.

He stretched out his arms and placed them before his eyes.

Seeing his inelastic, withered, and stiff arms clearly, he smiled bitterly: "It seems this is Tobirama Senju's Forbidden Jutsu, Edo Tensei?"

"No, it is a new jutsu I researched, Resurrection of the Dead."

Orochimaru leaned against the coffin, watching the flustered Itachi Uchiha with great interest.

He spoke up to remind Shisui Uchiha.

"Orochimaru?" After hearing the familiar voice, Shisui Uchiha turned his head and saw the smiling Orochimaru.

Both were Konoha ninjas, and Orochimaru had been dazzling during the Shinobi World War and had almost become the Fourth Hokage, so he was naturally no stranger to him.

Orochimaru defected due to human experimentation and became a rogue ninja.

This was common knowledge, so the current situation was easy to explain and a matter of course.

Orochimaru, as a rogue ninja, was in a standoff with Itachi Uchiha, who was protecting Konoha.

Shisui Uchiha sighed: "Itachi, I've caused you trouble!"

Back then,

he wanted to stop the conflict between the village and the clan, and just happened to have Awakened his Mangekyo Sharingan and possessed a Genjutsu like 【Kotoamatsukami】, so he wanted to turn the Clan Head's mind around.

But he didn't expect that at the critical moment, he would be ambushed by the Hokage Advisor Danzou, leading to the subsequent events.

Fortunately,

there was still Itachi; although he had lost his eyes, the Mangekyo possessing 【Kotoamatsukami】 had already been entrusted to the younger brother he had placed high hopes on.

Believing that with Itachi Uchiha's Hokage-like thinking and his dream of longing for peace,

he would certainly be able to mediate the conflict between the clan and Konoha.

Itachi Uchiha remained silent.

Shisui didn't notice the strangeness of his emotions and said with a smile: "Is the village doing well? It looks like you've become very powerful. Has a long time passed? Clan Head Fugaku should be at retirement age, right?"

"That Uchiha grilled fish shop I love most should still be there; the taste is so good, it definitely wouldn't have gone out of business."

"It's just that the uncle owner's legs aren't very good, and his son is very naughty; even though he has no ninja talent, he still shouts every day about wanting to become a ninja. The uncle must be very troubled, right?"

"I didn't get the chance, but actually, I really wanted to tell the uncle's son that even if one doesn't become a ninja, making grilled fish that surpasses the uncle's in deliciousness is also a very great thing."

Shisui Uchiha talked incessantly; usually, he didn't have this many words, but after dying, regardless of the situation, being able to come to the present world was not an easy thing.

Therefore, he wanted to voice all his regrets.

Of course, there was also a small intention to ease Itachi Uchiha's nervous state of mind.

As a super genius rarely seen in the clan in a century, and even someone pushed by the clan back then to vaguely compete with Namikaze Minato, Shisui could keenly perceive the unease in Itachi Uchiha's emotions.

He could also understand,

after all, it was a battle against the Legendary Sannin Orochimaru, who could rival Hanzo of the Salamander, and furthermore, the opponent had released a Forbidden Jutsu to summon him; for someone as kind as Itachi to have to strike at him, the pressure must be immense, right? However,

what Shisui felt puzzled by was that his words not only failed to comfort and alert Itachi Uchiha, but instead caused the other's emotions to fluctuate more and more violently.

Strange, did Itachi not understand my hint? He needs to pull himself together; he cannot be distracted during a fight!

Even Orochimaru behind them had an increasingly strange expression, looking at Itachi Uchiha with playful mockery.

"Shisui, the things that happened after you died were very complicated..."

A hoarse voice spilled out from Itachi Uchiha's mouth.

His whole body was visibly trembling, like a murderer who is fierce in appearance but faint in heart, encountering the ghost of the victim he killed coming to claim his life, helpless and terrified.

His throat moved, but he was unable to say the words that followed.

Itachi Uchiha, who had always used the Will of Fire and the protection of peace to brainwash himself and maintain a stable state of mind,

until now, after hearing Shisui's inquiry, felt his spirit and soul trembling.

"Actually, it's not that complicated."

Orochimaru's smile was like a venomous snake as he spoke: "Shisui-kun, after you died, Itachi Uchiha followed Danzou's arrangements and slaughtered the entire Uchiha Clan—Jonin, Chunin, Genin, the old, the young, the women, and the children; as long as it was a life flowing with the blood of the Uchiha Clan..."

"He wiped them all out!"

Hearing the voice, Shisui Uchiha turned his head.

His expression grew increasingly ugly, until he heard the last four words,

a dense aura of the dead erupted, like a howling hurricane, tearing the ceiling off the entire house.

(End of this chapter)