Akira's eyes softened as he began.
"Shisui Uchiha loved Konoha," he said. "But he also loved the Uchiha clan.
When the conflict between the village and his clan grew sharper… Shisui suffered more than anyone realized."
He looked at Jiraiya.
"To awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan, one needs trauma so deep it tears the soul.
For you to awaken it, Jiraiya-sama… you would have to kill Tsunade with your own hands."
Tsunade stiffened.
Jiraiya didn't breathe.
"That is the kind of pain required," Akira continued quietly.
"And Shisui felt it—not through killing someone, but through loving everyone too much."
A hush spread across the room.
"So he awakened his Mangekyō. And in doing so, he proved his loyalty—both to the village, and to the clan he cherished."
"After awakening it," Akira continued, "Shisui went straight to Hiruzen Sarutobi. He trusted him. He believed the Hokage would help solve the crisis."
He paused.
"Shisui told him about his Mangekyō ability—Kotoamatsukami.
A genjutsu so powerful it can change a person's will… without them ever realizing it."
Several shinobi swallowed hard.
"Every Uchiha's Mangekyō abilities reflect their soul—what they feel in that moment."
Akira gestured lightly.
"And Shisui felt despair. He believed:
If I can change the will of those stubborn people… the Uchiha and Konoha can walk together.
Thus Kotoamatsukami manifested."
He lifted a finger.
A shadow crossed Akira's face.
"And when Hiruzen heard this… he was not relieved."
Akira's tone darkened.
"He was afraid."
Jiraiya and Tsunade clenched their fists, but Akira continued relentlessly.
"He feared Shisui's power, the same way Hanzo feared the original Akatsuki's unity."
"So he told Danzo."
The room chilled.
"And Danzo… became greedy. Instantly.
He imagined controlling Sarutobi.
Controlling Konoha.
Becoming Hokage."
Akira's voice dipped.
"So, he ambushed Shisui with Root."
Gasps echoed.
"Even while being attacked, Shisui did not fight back fully.
He trapped Danzo in an illusion instead of killing him.
Because Danzo was still a village elder."
Akira's expression flickered with sorrow.
"This was Shisui's love for the village.
Even while being attacked with killing intent… he still chose mercy."
His hand closed slowly.
"And Danzo—knowing Shisui's kindness—took advantage of it."
"When Shisui turned to leave, Danzo ripped his eye out."
Even the air shook with silence.
"Shisui panicked. He fled. Danzo and Root chased him.
And in desperation—using only one eye—Shisui unleashed the legendary Susanoo."
Tsunade's jaw dropped.
Kakashi's eye widened.
Itachi trembled.
"This was a feat so rare," Akira added,
"that even among Uchiha legends—Tajima, Madara, Izuna, Kagami—almost none achieved it with a single Mangekyō."
"Shisui broke away. But he knew the truth."
Akira's voice turned hollow.
"If the clan learned what Danzo did… rebellion would be certain.
Civil war inevitable.
Thousands would die."
"So Shisui made his final choice."
He turned to Itachi.
"He entrusted his remaining Mangekyō Sharingan to Itachi… and then threw himself into the River."
The room froze.
"He died so the village and clan would not destroy each other."
Akira bowed his head.
"And thus ended Shisui Uchiha—the man whose name alone made the Hidden Mist fear Konoha."
A heavy chakra pressure suddenly swelled.
Itachi's Mangekyō activated.
Fugaku's Mangekyō opened—dark, furious.
Even Kakashi's Mangekyō spun in raw emotion.
And behind them—
Akira Uchiha's Sharingan opened to full three-tomoe, reacting instinctively to the overwhelming pressure.
The entire room trembled.
Documents fluttered.
Walls cracked.
Ink bottles rattled.
Fugaku's voice sliced the air like a blade.
He turned slowly toward Tsunade and Jiraiya, eyes burning with Mangekyō fury.
Word by word, he demanded:
" Do you have… any explanation… for this?"
---
Outside the Hokage Building, the air felt strangely calm—almost too calm compared to the storm that was brewing inside.
Akira Uchiha pushed open the doors and stepped into the sunlight.
He stretched his back, rolling his shoulders with an exhausted sigh.
He had no idea what was happening in the Hokage office right now.
And frankly, he didn't want to know.
I lit the bomb, Akira thought, amused, and left it there. How it explodes… well, that's their problem now.
Fugaku, Itachi, Kakashi, Tsunade, Jiraiya—
all locked in a room with the truth of Shisui's death, Danzo's crimes, and decades of hidden tension.
A powder keg.
Akira smirked.
The Uchiha clan would rise again—through Shisui's sacrifice, through truth, and through proper repayment for the injustice done to them.
They deserved compensation. They deserved justice. And Akira saw no reason to hide that.
That was why he told them everything—Nagato's ambitions, the Ten-Tails, Danzo's bargaining chip, the plan to lure Akatsuki, and Shisui's true story.
Knowledge locked inside one person is meaningless, Akira reflected.
Knowledge shared is power multiplied. And power used brings actual change.
After all, what good was knowing secrets if no one acted on them?
And Akira had acted—boldly.
In fact, after today's meeting… Akira realized his status in Konoha had skyrocketed.
He stood as an equal to Tsunade and Jiraiya.
And recognized by everyone in the room.
Not bad for a second-generation ninja.
---
But now, with the meeting behind him, Akira simply wanted to relax.
Three hours of political planning, strategizing, predicting Nagato's moves, creating contingencies, discussing Danzo's fate, Kumogakure's potential retaliation, and the future war…
His head felt like it had been kneaded into dough.
And inside that office?
Who knew how long they would keep arguing?
Akira shrugged.
Not his problem anymore.
---
As he walked through Konoha's streets, Akira reviewed the plans he had formed.
If Nagato accepted the bait…
If Akatsuki launched an attack on the Two-Tails and Eight-Tails…
Everything would proceed just as he calculated.
And if Nagato didn't attack?
Well, that too had contingencies.
Akira now had a simpler, deadlier method: Yatagarasu.
He decided to mark Yatagarasu's feathers with spatial seals.
A perfect hidden marker.
Why throw kunai or needles when a bird can do it for me?
Whenever Yatagarasu attacked someone, a single drifting feather would be enough.
If the enemy didn't know the danger—like the brute known as the "Fourth Raikage"—then the fight was over the moment the feather fell near them.
A single feather.
A single activation.
Total destruction.
And for the other two Jinchūriki?
Akira almost chuckled.
If Obito can control a Three-Tails Jinchūriki, why can't I?
With Itachi's help, controlling them would be nothing more than an inconvenience.
Everything was lined up. All that remained was waiting for Nagato's decision.
---
For a moment, Akira wondered if he should use the simulation ability again.
He didn't.
Maybe I've gotten too strong, he thought, amused.
Or arrogant. Or maybe… I just want a little suspense.
He decided to save the Lucky Simulation until Nagato answered.
Whether Nagato agreed or refused, the result itself would be enough to justify running the simulation.
For now?
He was free.
Completely free.
And tomorrow… he would begin his life as a shinobi.
A second-generation ninja with the power to reshape nations.
Akira grinned and walked deeper into Konoha.
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