Konoha Prison lay beneath the jurisdiction of the Police Force.Village security, public order, and the three major detention facilities all fell under Uchiha supervision.
Outside one of the ordinary cell blocks, two elite Uchiha shinobi stood guard, eyes constantly sweeping their surroundings. The vigilance did not end there. Even beyond the prison walls, sentries were posted, ready to signal at the slightest irregularity.
No one would have guessed that beneath the prison existed a spotless underground operating room.
The sharp scent of disinfectant filled the air. Inside, medical staff moved with disciplined efficiency.
Outside the operating room, Uchiha Yoru stood with a leaf pinched between two fingers, steadily channeling lightning chakra into it. The ground at his feet was littered with scorched fragments. Leaves blackened, torn apart, some reduced entirely to ash. He repeated the exercise without pause, refining his chakra control.
"Yoru-niisan."
Shisui emerged after escorting a prisoner inside.
The instant he stepped out, his body slammed against the wall.
A dull grunt escaped his throat.
Yoru had seized him by the collar and lifted him off the ground. Twin tomoe spun slowly in his Sharingan, pressure bearing down like a physical force.
"Uchiha Shisui," Yoru said coldly. "Why is today's patient still breathing? I told you, only those who deserve to die."
Shisui endured the pain in his chest and lowered his gaze in shame.
"Yoru-niisan… the prison's supply is running thin. The only compatible donor we could find was him."
Yoru loosened his grip. Shisui finally drew a full breath.
"There are three prisons in this village," Yoru said, frowning. "You're telling me not one suitable option existed?"
"The worst offenders have already been transferred or used," Shisui replied quietly. "And recently… there have been more eyes watching us."He hesitated, then added, voice heavy, "The ANBU have started monitoring the clan compound."
The words carried exhaustion, frustration, and restrained anger all at once.
At that moment, the operating room light flicked off.
The door opened.
Yoru and Shisui entered as if nothing had happened.
"Many thanks, Lord Yoru," said a middle-aged Inuzuka shinobi, hand pressed to his bandaged waist. His smile was ingratiating. "I was starting to think I'd never recover."
Yoru returned the smile smoothly. "Inuzuka Yuu-san, you've served the village for decades. Injuries like this shouldn't end a shinobi's life. We're all working for Konoha."
Inuzuka Yuu's smile widened. "Indeed. For the village."
Though the Uchiha were increasingly isolated, the Seventh Police Division was different. It spoke for Orochimaru. And the quiet medical arrangements it enabled had already drawn the attention of every major clan.
A masked medical-nin stepped forward, handing over prepared medication."Take these as prescribed. Monthly checks for the first six months. After that, once every three months."
"Incredible service," Inuzuka Yuu said cheerfully.
Escorted through a concealed passage, he soon vanished from the prison.
Only four people remained in the operating room.
The surgeon removed his mask, revealing Kabuto Yakushi. He bowed politely.
"Both kidneys have been successfully transplanted," Kabuto reported. "The donor received failing organs in return. Given the trauma, he likely won't survive more than two months."
Beside the second bed lay the unconscious prisoner, unaware that his fate had already been sealed.
Yoru nodded once. "Make sure it's clean. When he dies, it's a natural illness."
"Yes, sir."
Outside, sunlight washed over Yoru's figure. To Shisui, it felt colder than the underground room.
"From now on," Yoru said calmly, "the Hyūga will oversee the transplant operations. The Uchiha handle security and prepare withdrawal routes."
"Yes, Yoru-niisan."
Shisui had seen too much since the Nine-Tails incident. Too many lines crossed.
Prison deaths had increased quietly over the past two months. No alarms. No investigations. Most were long-term inmates, criminals with decades left on their sentences.
Meanwhile, veteran shinobi across the village suffered old wounds resurfacing, organ failure threatening their lives.
The solution came in silence.
No one wanted to die. Especially not shinobi who had already survived their prime.
Under Orochimaru's perfected techniques, organ transplants had become frighteningly reliable. One condition applied above all else: only shinobi organs were viable.
Yoru broke the silence."Whether we do this or not, ROOT and ANBU would handle it anyway. The difference is that our supply and methods are cleaner."
Shisui nodded slowly. Using condemned criminals was still better than indiscriminate killing.
"You still don't understand," Yoru continued. "Do you know why Orochimaru wants the Uchiha and Hyūga working together on this?"
Shisui looked up.
Yoru's expression grew heavier, as though carrying a burden meant for more than one person.
Some paths, once chosen, could never be walked back.