Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too arrogant

Chapter 74 Farewell

Night fell in the forest surrounding Konoha. Cold moonlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the cliff edge. Below, a stream murmured, its sound exceptionally clear in the stillness of the night.

On the cliff, two figures stood silently facing each other.

The two were dressed in the standard vests of Konoha's Anbu, with a short sword on their backs. The boy standing in front had a handsome face, and his round nose added to his childishness, but at this moment, his expression was frighteningly solemn.

Uchiha Shisui.

His right eye was tightly closed, blood streaming down his cheek, while his left eye, unstained by blood, revealed a deep weariness and determination.

Standing opposite him was a girl with black hair and black eyes.

Uchiha Itachi.

The girl had delicate features and eyes that held a calmness far beyond her years. The only thing that detracted from this beauty were the two tear troughs that ran from the corners of her eyes to her chin, giving her an imposing and dignified air even when she was expressionless.

"Shisui...your eyes..."

Itachi's voice was very soft, yet it seemed frozen by the night wind as she stared intently at Shisui's tightly closed right eye.

Shisui gave a bitter smile. "Itachi... I wanted to use Kotoamatsukami to stop the Uchiha hawks' plan. But I failed completely."

"Danzo doesn't trust me at all."

"He took one of my eyes, but he won't stop there." Shisui raised his hand, his fingertips gently touching his tightly closed right eye. "Before he does anything... I want to entrust my last remaining eye to you."

The night wind suddenly stopped, and the air seemed to freeze.

"Please..." Shisui's voice was almost pleading, "You must stop the hawks' plan."

His gaze passed over Itachi and landed on the lights of Konoha in the distance, a faint glimmer of hope appearing in his eyes.

"As long as you wait for your sister... and the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki to grow up... then the fate of the Uchiha in Konoha... will be rewritten."

Uchiha Itachi stared at his best friend's empty right eye, blood still slowly dripping down, staining his clothes red. His knuckles clenched unconsciously, his nails digging deep into his palms.

Why?

The Uchiha clan already had a chance to prove their trust. Satsuki, their own younger sister, was now inseparable from Konoha's Nine-Tails Jinchuriki.

If we just wait a few more years until they grow up, the Uchiha's status in Konoha will inevitably change. This is how Clan Chief Fugaku reassured the radicals—that the future of the Uchiha would be completely rewritten by the next generation.

But... those hawkish clansmen weren't even willing to wait that little bit of time.

When they learned that the clan leader's daughter was so close to Konoha's "ultimate weapon," they were not pleased. Instead, they secretly plotted an even more insane plan: Since Satsuki could get close to the Jinchuriki, why not take advantage of that?

Normally, the Konoha leadership would never allow an Uchiha clansman to approach the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki. Yet now, Sasuke is able to be so close to Naruto right under Konoha's noses. Given this…

The plan is to lure Sasuke into taking Naruto back to the Uchiha clan's territory, and then use the Sharingan to control the Nine-Tails.

With the power of the Nine-Tails, the Uchiha coup will face no further obstacles. Why wait for a vague and uncertain future? We can seize the Hokage position now!

This idea is quietly spreading among the hawks.

The night wind howled, and the loose rocks on the cliff edge shifted at Zhi Shui's feet, rolling into the dark abyss, with faint echoes only returning after a long time.

Uchiha Shisui stared at Itachi with his only remaining left eye—the girl who had followed him in training since childhood, now capable of standing on her own.

His gaze lingered on her face for a moment, a barely perceptible hint of reluctance flashing deep in his eyes, but that tenderness was quickly replaced by resolute determination.

He slowly raised his hand and touched his left eye with his fingertips.

"I can only... beg you."

Blood seeped through his fingers, but he didn't even flinch. With a very soft tearing sound, he removed his last remaining Mangekyou Sharingan and handed it to Itachi.

"Protect the village, and the name of the Uchiha. We must never... let them get close to the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki."

A sudden night breeze stirred, swirling a few withered leaves. Just then, a jet-black raven silently swept across the night sky and landed steadily on Itachi's shoulder—it was her summoning beast. The raven's blood-red eyes rolled, silently watching the bloodstained Mangekyou Sharingan in Shisui's palm, then it gently bent down and picked it up with its beak.

The next second, the crow's body suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless feathers that vanished into the night with the wind.

"I accept it." Her voice was calm, almost icy. "So... what are you planning to do next?"

Shisui did not answer immediately, but instead took two steps back.

His heels were already hanging over the edge of the cliff, with loose rocks falling down.

"If I die... maybe it can buy me some more time."

"I must be made to appear as if I'm missing... I absolutely cannot let my clansmen know that Danzo was the one who attacked me."

The night wind ruffled his clothes. "Otherwise... more of our people will support that insane plan."

Itachi's pupils suddenly contracted. What was he saying?

The mask of composure she maintained finally cracked, and panic surged into her eyes like a tidal wave.

"Wait! Shisui—!"

She took a sudden step forward and reached out to grab him.

"Don't stop me, Itachi!"

Zhi Shui sternly stopped them, "Right now, because of the warning from the [Jin] organization, the major powers dare not act rashly... The hawks are well aware that even if they start a civil war, the other major powers will not take the opportunity to invade."

A bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "So... if a coup were to take place now, it would be a war... without any worries about the rear."

The madness of the Uchiha will be unbridled.

The wind at the edge of the cliff suddenly stopped.

Shisui dragged his battered body and slowly took a step forward. He slightly raised his bloodied fingers and gently touched the braid at the back of Itachi's head—just as he had done countless times before.

"...Furthermore, Danzo's subordinates...the poisonous insects of the Aburame clan have already infested my body."

"Even if we don't do that..." Shisui's voice grew weaker and weaker, "I'm already beyond saving."

Under the moonlight, the boy, whose eyes were tightly closed and blood was constantly flowing from his empty eye sockets, suddenly smiled. That smile contained so much—reluctance, longing, and concern, but in the end, it all turned into relief.

Then, he fell backward.

Goodbye... Itachi.

"Stop the water!!!"

Itachi could no longer maintain her composure. She lunged towards the edge of the cliff, her fingers grasping at the air in vain, managing only to catch a few wisps of the night breeze. A muffled splash came from below, and the rushing stream instantly swallowed her best friend's figure.

"Stop the water..."

Itachi knelt on the edge of the cliff, his hands gripping the rocks tightly. His chest felt like it was being torn apart, and an emotion heavier and darker than sorrow was growing wildly within him.

"Hmm..."

She suddenly doubled over in pain, covering her eyes with her hands. Warm liquid seeped from between her fingers—not tears, but blood. Crimson tears of blood slid down her pale cheeks and dripped onto the rocks.

When Itachi raised her head again, her eyes had changed. The original three-tomoe Sharingan had disappeared, replaced by a slowly rotating, complex pattern resembling a shuriken—the Mangekyou Sharingan.

On the cliff, only the howling wind and the girl's suppressed sobs remained.

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The rushing stream, carrying a biting chill, washed over Zhi Shui's battered body. His skin, ravaged by blood loss, had turned bluish-white, and each weak breath was accompanied by blood foam, spreading a faint red hue in the icy water.

This is... my ending...

Darkness without eyes. Numbness without pain. Death is imminent, consciousness is like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Just as consciousness was about to completely dissipate.

"Found it."

A strange voice suddenly pierced my eardrums. "The victim of idealism."

Moonlight pierced the water's surface, casting a distorted shadow in the blurred scene. Zhi Shui's fragmented consciousness barely managed to grasp a silhouette.

……who?

Above the stream, a figure wearing a fox mask was looking down at him. The current suddenly slowed down, and Shisui felt a hand grab his collar and pull him out of the water.

"cough--!"

The cold air rushed into his lungs, causing him to cough violently, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The masked man lifted him with one hand and casually placed the other hand on his chest.

A strange chakra fluctuation spread out. Space began to distort, and the next moment, the two figures vanished instantly above the icy stream.

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Regarding the setting of Gold Experience: Gold Experience can give life and transform inorganic matter into biological tissue. However, the Sharingan is an ability inherited by the descendants of Indra. Creations of Gold Experience are usually independent life forms and cannot replicate bloodline inheritance or soul traits.

Simply put, it means that one cannot manually create a bloodline limit or Sharingan.