Ideally, Arata wanted Obito's Kamui.
Its offensive power might not be the most overwhelming, but its defensive and survival potential was unrivaled.
The ability to slip parts of one's body into another dimension…
To store weapons—or even people—inside a private space beyond reality…
It was the ultimate life-saving technique.
Unfortunately, Arata had no idea where Obito was—let alone how to reach him.
For now, it remained nothing more than a distant dream.
The most realistic target was Shisui's Mangekyō.
Aside from Kamui, Shisui's Kotoamatsukami—the so-called "Command of the Other Gods".....was arguably the strongest genjutsu in existence.
A technique capable of rewriting a person's will…
Without them ever realizing it had happened.
Then there was Fugaku's Mangekyō.
Its ability was so deeply buried that even after his death, no one ever learned what it could do.
But if both of his sons had awakened the Mangekyō…
How could the clan head himself not possess it?
As for Itachi and Sasuke, they were currently out of reach.
Sasuke was still far too young.
And Itachi… had yet to awaken his Mangekyō.
That would only change after Shisui's death.
In short, the path forward was clear.
Find Shisui.
Earn his trust.
And somehow… learn Kotoamatsukami.
Only then would Arata have a chance to rewrite the tragic fate awaiting Shisui, Itachi—and the entire Uchiha clan.
"I refuse to accept it," Arata muttered, his teeth clenched.
"That the proud Uchiha clan could be erased silently… without resistance."
His eyes darkened.
The three tomoe within his Sharingan began to spin—faster and faster—until their rotation nearly blurred into an unbroken ring of crimson and black.
The Copy Eye gleamed once more.
Arata searched throughout the Uchiha compound before finally finding Shisui Uchiha beside the river, hidden away in a quiet corner.
Despite being the strongest of the younger generation, Shisui possessed none of the arrogance so often associated with the Uchiha.
Instead, he was calm, gentle, and unfailingly kind.
When Arata arrived, Shisui was seated on a rock, gazing silently at the rippling water.
"Shisui, you're here again," Arata said with a casual smile as he approached.
"What are you doing this time?"
Shisui glanced up briefly, then returned his gaze to the river.
"Just finished a mission," he replied softly. "Thought I'd sit here for a while. What about you?"
"You always come here for peace and quiet," Arata said bluntly.
"I didn't come to relax. I have something to talk to you about."
Shisui sensed the seriousness beneath Arata's words. His expression grew more focused as he studied him.
"…What kind of business?" he asked. "You're rarely this tense."
Given the growing tension between the clan and the village, Shisui's instincts immediately went on alert.
Seeing that reaction, Arata quickly reassured him.
"Relax. It's nothing about the clan. This is personal."
Shisui let out a slow breath and smiled faintly.
"You should've just said that. You nearly gave me a heart attack."
Arata returned the smile....but only briefly.
Without another word, he released his chakra.
The three-tomoe Sharingan flared to life.
Shisui blinked, confused.
Before he could speak, the tomoe in Arata's eyes began spinning rapidly, chakra flowing in an unnatural pattern—too refined, too focused.
The air itself seemed to tighten.
Shisui stiffened.
His pupils shrank as a sharp, instinctive chill ran down his spine....
as though something buried deep within him had been brushed against.
What," Shisui said slowly, rising to his feet, "are you doing?"
Arata said nothing.
After a few seconds, the spinning tomoe slowed, and the Sharingan deactivated.
Arata's gaze never left Shisui.
Shisui stared back at him in disbelief.
"…You felt it," Arata said calmly.
Shisui hesitated, then nodded.
"…You saw it," he said quietly.
Arata shook his head.
"Not guessed," he replied.
"Seen."
Shisui clenched his fist.
"That's impossible. I only awakened it recently. I've never shown it to anyone."
Arata raised a finger and tapped lightly beneath his left eye.
"This eye of mine," he said evenly, "has developed an abnormal perception ability.
I call it Time's Rift."
"It doesn't show the future clearly—only fragments. Broken images. Feelings."
"But some of those fragments… belonged to you."
Shisui stared at him for a long moment.
"…That sounds ridiculous," he said at last.
Then he exhaled slowly.
"…But I thought the same thing when I awakened my Mangekyō."
He studied Arata more carefully now.
"At first, I assumed this was genjutsu," Shisui continued.
"But your chakra… it's different. Unnaturally stable."
"…Arata," he said quietly, "you really are abnormal."
Arata said nothing.
In truth, he had no precognitive ability at all.
What Shisui sensed was a carefully crafted bluff—
a fusion of transmigrator knowledge, system-assisted chakra control, and overwhelming spiritual pressure.
His "Mangekyō" was nothing more than an empty shell—
a false resonance, sustained purely by his spiritual strength and the system.
But for now…
It was enough.
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