Meu nome é Uchiha Douhuan, e bati nos aldeões até eles gritarem.

Year 56 of the Konoha era. Six years after the Nine-Tails Rebellion, the loss of their strong and capable Fourth Hokage was not the only tragedy to befall the Hidden Leaf Village; it also pushed the Uchiha clan, one of the village's founding families, into an increasingly precarious position. After all, the Sharingan imprint seen in the eyes of the Nine-Tails during that catastrophe six years ago was not something that could be easily dismissed.

Facing the increasingly radical members during clan meetings, Uchiha Shisui, who harbored the Will of Fire, was consumed with anxiety. The Uchiha clan was now like a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment. Fortunately, the clan meetings had never resulted in any actual plans, but at this very moment, Shisui had already decided to resort to his final measure.

"It seems there is no other choice," Shisui muttered after leaving the meeting, looking up at the moon before touching his left eye.

Time was of the essence. Shisui planned to head to the Hokage Building under the cover of night to report his intentions to the Third Hokage. To avoid detection, he chose to take a detour through the Forest of Death.

However, just as he entered the forest, a figure suddenly appeared before him. At first, Shisui braced himself for an enemy ambush, but as the moonlight revealed the intruder's face, he let out a sigh of relief, his expression softening.

"Douhuan? Why are you here?"

Uchiha Douhuan was no stranger to Shisui; he was a genius of the same generation, just as renowned