Hum—!
Kakashi felt the world before his eyes instantly lose all color.
The wind stopped.
Leaves froze in midair.
Everything around him turned into a suffocating black and white.
Only the massive, blood-red full moon hanging in the sky radiated a despairing glow.
The world of Tsukuyomi had descended.
Kakashi found himself bound to a gigantic cross.
His hands and feet were pierced by iron spikes, locking him in place.
Uchiha Itachi stood before him, a long sword in hand, his expression unreadable.
"In this Tsukuyomi world, space, time, and matter—everything is under my control."
"For the next seventy-two hours, I will repeatedly pierce your body with this blade."
"And in the real world, it will last no more than an instant."
"Even with your Sharingan, your mind will collapse under pain like this."
As soon as he finished speaking, Itachi thrust the sword straight into Kakashi's abdomen.
Squelch!
Blood splashed out.
The pain was horrifyingly real.
"The first strike." Itachi coldly withdrew the blade, preparing for the second.
Yet the scream he expected never came.
"Heh…"
Nailed to the cross, Kakashi suddenly let out a low chuckle.
The sound echoed harshly through the deathly silent space.
Itachi's movements paused, his brows knitting slightly.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Trying to bluff your way through the pain?"
Kakashi slowly raised his head. Within this genjutsu space completely dominated by Itachi, the Sharingan in his left eye was spinning violently.
"Itachi… do you really think you're the only one who possesses the Mangekyō?"
Boom!
A terrifying surge of ocular power erupted from Kakashi's left eye.
The crimson three-tomoe pattern spun at high speed, stretching and merging.
In an instant, it transformed into a sharp, intricate black shuriken-like pattern.
Mangekyō Sharingan!
"What?!"
For the first time, shock flashed across Itachi's face as his pupils shrank sharply.
Within a mental world, ocular power decided everything.
The moment Kakashi's Mangekyō manifested, the entire Tsukuyomi space let out a cracking sound, as if it were being forced apart.
A fissure even appeared across the blood-red full moon in the sky.
The cross and iron spikes binding Kakashi shattered into dust under the pressure of that overwhelming power.
Kakashi landed steadily atop the black-and-white water, looking at the stunned Itachi with a faint smirk.
"Surprised, Itachi?"
Itachi stared fixedly at Kakashi's left eye.
"Kakashi-senpai… I never expected you to have awakened these eyes as well."
"And this ocular power… it doesn't lose to mine at all."
Kakashi flexed his wrist, his gaze deepening.
"It's not just the eyes."
He stepped forward, staring straight into Itachi's soul.
"About your situation… the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, told me everything."
Itachi's shock froze instantly, replaced by chilling killing intent.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Don't think you can shake me with cheap lies."
"Lies?"
Kakashi chuckled, completely ignoring the oppressive killing intent rolling off Itachi.
"Then tell me—this time, you returned to Konoha under the pretense of targeting the Nine-Tails, but in reality…"
"You came to see Sasuke, didn't you?"
"And to warn that old geezer Danzo that you're still alive, so he wouldn't dare touch Sasuke."
"…"
Itachi fell silent.
The hand gripping his sword lowered ever so slightly.
Having the deepest secrets of his heart laid bare caused turmoil to surge through his mind.
Watching his reaction, Kakashi knew he had gambled correctly.
He continued, delivering the final blow.
"Since you came back for Sasuke, there's something else you should know."
"Just now, I took Sasuke to meet the Third Hokage."
Itachi's gaze shifted.
Kakashi spoke slowly, each word clear and heavy.
"The Third Hokage personally approved Sasuke to sign a summoning contract with the Monkey Clan."
"You know what that means."
For the first time, a visible crack appeared in Itachi's perpetually calm, icy expression.
The Monkey Clan.
That was the personal summoning clan of the Third Hokage—Hiruzen Sarutobi himself.
Allowing an orphaned Uchiha to sign the Hokage lineage's core summoning contract…
It represented trust.
Acceptance.
And the Konoha leadership beginning to reassess the Uchiha Clan.
"You mean… Enma?"
Itachi's voice was low, tinged with disbelief.
"That's right."
Kakashi's expression turned serious.
"What the Uchiha Clan failed to achieve in the past—the dream of breaking down barriers and truly integrating into the village…"
"May actually be realized through Sasuke."
Within the black-and-white Tsukuyomi world, the atmosphere sank into a heavy silence.
After a moment, Itachi slowly closed his eyes, digesting the information.
When he opened them again, the killing intent was gone, replaced by calm scrutiny.
"If Sasuke already has the Third Hokage's protection…"
Itachi looked at Kakashi, his tone flat but piercing.
"Then you chased me down and even revealed these eyes—this wasn't just to tell me good news."
"What do you want?"
The smile at the corner of Kakashi's mouth deepened. His Mangekyō spun slightly, carrying an air of complete control.
"Simple."
"A deal."
Kakashi raised a finger and casually spoke a name.
"Shisui."
The moment the name was spoken, the surrounding air froze solid.
The Tsukuyomi space rippled with danger once more.
Itachi's gaze sharpened to a blade, as if he wanted to pierce Kakashi through.
"You want Shisui's eyes?"
His voice was cold enough to freeze blood.
"Do you understand what you're saying?"
Kakashi remained completely unfazed, as though discussing the weather.
"Relax."
"You know better than anyone who took Shisui's right eye back then."
Itachi's pupils contracted.
"Danzo."
"Exactly—Danzo Shimura."
Kakashi nodded, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes.
"That old dog hiding in the shadows has been stirring again lately."
"He's not only holding onto Shisui's right eye—he's started coveting other things too."
"A few days ago, he reached out to one of my students."
Boom!
An overwhelming killing intent exploded from Itachi's body.
The pressure was so intense that even the Tsukuyomi space warped and twisted.
The sky turned a deep, blood-soaked red.
Itachi stared at Kakashi, his voice low and vicious, like an Asura crawling out of hell.
"He touched Sasuke?"
This was Itachi's reverse scale.
Touch it—and die.
Feeling the suffocating pressure, Kakashi calmly waved a hand.
"Easy, brother-complex."
"If he had touched Sasuke, I wouldn't be standing here talking to you."
"I'd be bringing you Danzo's head instead."
The killing intent froze mid-eruption.
"Not Sasuke?"
"Of course not."
Kakashi shrugged casually.
"It's another student of mine."
"A kid who possesses Ice Release."
Itachi paused.
"Ice Release…?"
He frowned, rapidly processing the information.
"A Kekkei Genkai from the Hidden Mist?"
Kakashi spread his hands as if it were obvious.
"Can't be helped. Good talent is hard to come by these days."
"I couldn't just leave him wandering around."
Itachi fell silent for a moment, the killing intent in his eyes finally fading, returning to his usual composure.
He looked at the unfathomable man before him, his mind racing.
Then he raised his head, fixing Kakashi with a piercing stare.
"You want to use Shisui's left eye…"
"To control Danzo?"
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