Just as Arata finished copying Uchiha Fugaku's Mangekyō Sharingan and slowly closed his eyes, letting out a sigh of relief.....
A sword suddenly pierced through his back.
The blade tore straight through, bursting out of his chest… impaling his relentlessly beating heart.
It happened too fast. Too suddenly.
Arata felt only the icy chill at his back, the searing pain in his chest, and the horrifying sight of a blood-soaked blade protruding from his body.
Sometimes, nothing is more shocking than disaster striking at the very moment everything seems to be going perfectly.....
when success feels assured, and fate chooses that instant to bare its fangs.
Arata opened his mouth, trying to speak.
His lips trembled.
No words came out.
His once-upright posture collapsed as strength drained from his body. He toppled to the side, vision blurring.
Behind him stood a slender figure.
Uchiha Mikoto.
As Arata fell, she released her grip on the sword. Her fingers trembled slightly from tension, her face pale.
The three-tomoe Sharingan in her eyes spun slowly.
"Arata-kun," Mikoto said. Her voice was calm, yet carried a firm resolve.
"I didn't want to kill you… but if I don't, I can't guarantee that Fugaku will recover."
"He is my husband. The father of our two children. And the head of the Uchiha clan."
"For the sake of certainty…"
"You must die."
Her words sounded as though they were meant not only for Arata....but for herself.
Gradually, her trembling body steadied. She turned toward Fugaku.
Arata lay sprawled on the floor, utterly powerless.
Hearing her words, he immediately understood his mistake.
He had underestimated her.
He had underestimated Uchiha Mikoto.
He had believed that controlling Fugaku alone was enough....never imagining that Mikoto would notice the abnormality and strike at the precise moment when he was most vulnerable, leaving him no chance to react.
Cold crept through Arata's body.
Darkness began closing in at the edges of his vision.
He knew his time was running out.
Thousands of jutsu he had mastered could not save him.
His Mangekyō could not save him.
Amenokami was a genjutsu meant for others....it offered no protection to its wielder.
His only hope lay with the system…
And the Izanagi he had just copied.
Arata forced his Mangekyō open, preparing to activate Izanagi—
When the system's notification echoed in his mind, shattering his hope.
"Host alert: Mangekyō jutsu 'Izanagi' is still in the learning phase.
Estimated readiness: 1 hour."
"Damn it!" Arata cursed inwardly.
"One hour? I'll be dead long before that!"
As if sensing the severity of his condition, the system's alerts began to accelerate.
"Host life in danger.
Learning of 'Illusory Realm… Instantaneous Spacetime' paused."
"Learning of 'Izanagi' accelerated.
Estimated time: 30 minutes."
"Host life critically threatened.
System operating at full capacity."
"Learning of 'Izanagi' estimated: 10 minutes."
"Host near death.
System overload detected."
"Learning of 'Izanagi' estimated: 5 minutes."
"Please endure…
As long as you persist, there is hope…
Please persist…"
Arata heard the frantic system messages echoing in his mind.
He laughed bitterly.
"Useless system… I won't last five minutes," he thought.
"Can't you hurry up?"
His vision darkened completely.
Consciousness slipped away, sinking into an endless abyss as the system's voice faded into silence.
Then—
A single word pierced the darkness, shattering it like light tearing through the void.
"Izanagi…"
Arata snapped back to awareness.
He found himself seated at the table once more.
Fugaku sat beside him, calmly sipping tea....as if nothing had happened.
Only two things were different.
A sword lay discarded on the floor beside the table.
And someone lay unconscious nearby, breathing softly, as though merely asleep.
Arata instinctively touched his body.
No wounds.
No pain.
Realization struck him at once.
Fugaku.
He turned to meet Fugaku's gaze.
Fugaku set his teacup down and spoke calmly.
"This is the power of Izanagi," he said.
"It allows one to rewrite an unfavorable fate according to their will."
"Earlier, Mikoto saw me under your control and believed that killing you would free me."
"She did not realize that even if she succeeded, my consciousness had already been altered. I could not have been freed."
He paused briefly.
"My apologies," Fugaku continued.
"Due to Mikoto's rash actions, she nearly killed you."
"I knocked her unconscious and used Izanagi to correct the outcome."
Arata's hand trembled as it touched his chest—the very spot where the blade had pierced him.
A shudder ran through him as relief washed over his body.
He steadied his thoughts and began considering his next move.
Mikoto now knew that Fugaku was under his control.
Eliminating her would draw far too much attention.
Yet leaving her as she was posed a serious risk of exposure.
At that moment, Fugaku spoke again.
"Arata-dono," he said,
"if your ocular jutsu can still be used, I suggest you apply it to Mikoto as well."
"That way, no one will suspect that I am under your control. It will protect your interests and prevent the attention of both the clan and Konoha's higher authorities."
Arata nodded slowly.
In truth, he had intended to reserve his remaining Amenokami for other purposes.
But as he looked at Mikoto—slender, beautiful, and lying unconscious—
He exhaled softly.
"It seems there's no other choice," he murmured.
"I'll have to use Amenokami on Mikoto."
"There's no alternative."
With that decision made, Arata stepped toward her.
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