91 Chapter 91: Tsunade Joins, Shisui's Tears

Under the cover of night Dan, carrying the headless corpse of White Zetsu, walked alone towards the Uchiha clan's territory.

Just a while ago he had stirred up the Uchiha clan members, including his brother-in-law Fugaku, encouraging them to attack the Mountain Graveyard. However, he had to admit, Fugaku's concerns were valid.

This operation was not going to be easy. If Obito was present, Dan would definitely have to deal with him personally.

Otherwise, Obito alone could wipe out the entire Uchiha clan, except for Fugaku. Even Fugaku, who possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan, would probably only be able to hold out for a while, ultimately unable to avoid death.

Obito's Kamui must be countered with Dan's time-stop ability.

The problem was apart from Obito, there were also the two Zetsus, Black and White.

Even if Black Zetsu preferred to watch battles from the sidelines and didn't take action, Dan knew that there were several powerful individuals among White Zetsu's many clones.

For example, White Zetsu Guruguru, who in the original story, held off the Five Kage and thousands of ninja on his own, only disappearing and dying when the Infinite Tsukuyomi was dispelled.

He could be considered the strongest White Zetsu.

Additionally, if other members of the Akatsuki showed up, it would add new complications.

He almost forgot underneath the Mountain Graveyard, there was an army of a hundred thousand White Zetsus, cultivated by Obito.

On the other hand, the Uchiha clan.

The total number of elite members was less than a hundred. Apart from Shisui, who had become useless, there was only Fugaku, who barely reached the threshold of Kage-level with his Mangekyō Sharingan.

Clearly, they were at a disadvantage. Looking at it this way, the Uchiha clan's journey was indeed fraught with danger. The worst-case scenario was total annihilation, all buried in the Mountain Graveyard.

None would return.

Of course, this didn't include Dan. If he saw that the situation was unfavorable, he had the Joestar family's ancestral tactic—running away using time-stop.

However, in that case, Dan would most likely not be able to obtain the Hashirama cells he wanted.

Moreover, if the Uchiha clan was completely wiped out, Dan's "chess pieces" would be gone, and he wouldn't be able to play his game anymore.

His future life would lose a lot of fun.

Thinking of this Dan felt that to ensure the success of this military operation, he should find more help.

There was one right under his nose. So he headed straight for the Uchiha's medical room.

In a medical room filled with various equipment, medicines, and tools. In front of the experimental table, under the bright light, Tsunade was fully focused on studying Obito's arm.

She found these two arms, separated from the main body and frozen by Dan for so many days, still wriggled non-stop once their cellular tissues returned to normal temperature.

Such strong vitality and life force. Incredible.

Next, she cut off a portion of the cellular tissue and tried to stimulate it with her Yang Release chakra to verify her guess.

An even more astonishing scene occurred. Under Tsunade's chakra infusion, the lump of cellular tissue wriggled crazily and slowly unfolded, eventually transforming into a human face.

A familiar face, "Grandfather..." Tsunade murmured, looking at the face with shock in her eyes.

Just then, seemingly due to the interference of Tsunade's chakra, the cellular tissue that had formed a human face completely lost control. It rapidly expanded in front of her, eventually turning into...a tree.

Yes, seeing this, Tsunade became even more convinced that this was the Wood Release power of her grandfather, Hashirama Senju.

In other words, the owner of these two arms had successfully transplanted Hashirama's cells.

Tsunade looked at the tree in front of her, lost in thought, recalling a piece of the past.

Many years ago, during the Second Great Ninja War, in order to end the years of continuous warfare, the Konoha high command, led by the Third Hokage, ordered:

Research on the cells of the First Hokage to regain the power of Wood Release for Konoha.

But no one expected that in the subsequent human experiments, many people died, paying a heavy price, and the result was still a failure.

Later, with the end of the Great Ninja War, this research was halted by the Third Hokage.

Another ten years passed.

Orochimaru, driven by personal desires, secretly restarted this research, conducting a large number of inhumane human experiments. The result was that the matter was exposed, and he fled Konoha.

It seems after so many years of effort, was this research finally successful?

Whose work were these two arms that had transplanted Hashirama's cells? Orochimaru's? Konoha's high command? Or someone else? Tsunade furrowed her brows, lost in thought.

As Hashirama's granddaughter, she didn't want her grandfather's power to be used for evil, bringing more killing and chaos to the world instead of peace.

Such behavior was a desecration of Wood Release and Hashirama Senju.

Just as she was thinking.

Bang.

Dan, carrying White Zetsu's corpse, pushed the door open and strode in. "What is this thing?" Tsunade immediately noticed the headless thing Dan was carrying and curiously asked.

Dan threw White Zetsu onto the experimental table, then repeated to Tsunade what he had told the Uchiha clan members earlier.

Like Fugaku and the others when Tsunade learned about the secrets of Uchiha Madara, Hashirama's cells, and Wood Release, she was also so surprised that she opened her mouth wide and was stunned for a long time.

It took her a while to come back to her senses, and then she asked Dan: "So, the Uchiha are launching a military operation tomorrow night to attack the Mountain Graveyard thousands of miles away?"

"That's right, and I specifically came to invite you to join the Uchiha on this mission as a medical ninja. As for the payment, you can name your price."

Dan got straight to the point, directly expressing his intentions to Tsunade, but also clearly told her, "Of course, this operation will be extremely dangerous. If you don't want to risk your life, you can completely refuse."

"Let me... think about it."

Upon hearing this, Tsunade crossed her arms and rubbed her chin, considering the proposition.

Dan didn't rush her, patiently waiting. Time passed by the second. Finally, Tsunade took a deep breath, made up her mind, and replied to Dan: "I agree." Tsunade, having been in the ninja world for so many years, had seen all kinds of situations and beaten all kinds of enemies. Would she be afraid of danger?

More importantly, Tsunade wanted to know who was hiding in that Mountain

Graveyard, using Hashirama's cells to harm the ninja world.

If possible, she wanted to stop those people and reclaim this power on behalf of her grandfather and the Senju clan.

"Good, it's settled." Dan extended a large hand to Tsunade, and the two reached an agreement with a handshake.

He knew that once Tsunade learned about Hashirama's cells, she wouldn't be able to resist the temptation.

As expected, she took the bait. "For the sake of confidentiality, from now on, you can only stay in the Uchiha clan's territory until the end of this military operation. Any problems with that?" Dan added.

Tsunade glanced at the medical room, nodded, and readily agreed: "There's a bed here, I'll sleep here tonight. But you need to send someone to inform my maid, so she doesn't worry."

After saying this, she hesitated for a moment, but still told Dan the address of the inn where she was staying.

"No problem, I'll have someone handle it." Dan left a sentence and left the medical room.

And Tsunade returned to the experimental table, continuing to study Obito's arm and White Zetsu's headless corpse.

With Tsunade joining, the Uchiha clan had gained a significant boost in strength.

In Dan's view, although this woman suffered from hemophobia, if she could bring out fifty to sixty percent of her monstrous strength and medical skills, that would be enough. She could provide considerable help.

The next day the Uchiha clan's territory seemed no different from usual.

But if one looked closely, they would find that many Uchiha ninjas were hurrying around, communicating with each other through eye contact, and had become more reticent.

The clan seemed to be plotting something.

In this atmosphere.

Shisui used his sensory abilities to find his way to the small park in the clan's territory. Itachi had arranged to meet him here today after the clan meeting ended last night.

Not long after.

"Shisui, sorry I'm late."

Itachi's voice came from behind him, apologetic.

"It's okay."

Shisui smiled, not minding. He could tell that Itachi had something to tell him.

Sure enough.

"Shisui, this operation is extremely dangerous, and given your current condition, you're really not suitable for combat. You should stay in the clan's territory. This is the clan leader's decision."

Itachi told Shisui the good news with a smile on his face.

Upon hearing this, Shisui knew without guessing that Itachi must have pleaded for him with Clan Leader Fugaku.

He wanted to say something but stopped, ultimately not refusing Itachi's kindness, but choosing to accept it.

"Shisui, just stay in the clan's territory and rest well, waiting for the Uchiha's triumphant return."

Itachi gave Shisui a few more words of reassurance, then hurriedly left.

Shisui stood in place, a silent bitter smile on his face.

Last night.

After hearing those things from Dan, his heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

Because he realized.

Uchiha Madara was the source of all the turmoil, and Madara's successor, the mysterious masked man who orchestrated the Nine-Tails' attack, was unforgivable.

It was Madara, and the masked man, who pushed the Uchiha and the village step by step to the edge of the cliff.

So.

For the sake of peace between the clan and the village, the Mountain Graveyard must be destroyed.

Shisui really wanted to do his part, but he also knew that

his current condition wouldn't allow him to be of much help. He would only become a burden.

He was a shinobi who had lost his sight, and he was no longer the genius of the Uchiha clan.

"Shisui, just stay in the clan's territory and rest well, waiting for the Uchiha's triumphant return."

Itachi's words echoed in his ears, and Shisui felt a sting in his heart.

He knew that Itachi was comforting him, but these words only made him feel more powerless and helpless.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He was frustrated, but he couldn't do anything about it.

He could only watch as his clan members went to fight, risking their lives for the sake of the Uchiha clan and Konoha.

He could only wait here, praying for their safe return.

Tears welled up in his eyes, but he stubbornly held them back.

He was Uchiha Shisui, the pride of the Uchiha clan, and he wouldn't allow himself to cry.

But the more he tried to hold back, the more the tears threatened to fall.

Finally, a single tear escaped, rolling down his cheek.

He quickly wiped it away, but more tears followed, blurring his vision.

He was crying.

Crying for his helplessness, for his inability to protect his clan, for his failure as a shinobi.

He cried silently, his tears falling like rain.

But he didn't make a sound. He didn't want anyone to see him like this, to see the once proud Uchiha Shisui reduced to this state.

He was a shinobi, and shinobi didn't cry.

But today, he allowed himself to cry, to let out all the frustration and helplessness in his heart.

After a while, he finally stopped crying. He wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, and forced a smile on his face.

He was Uchiha Shisui, and he wouldn't allow himself to be defeated by this.

He would wait here, wait for his clan members to return, and he would welcome them with a smile.

"Because he was Uchiha Shisui, the pride of the Uchiha clan.

And he would never let them down."

After a while, Shisui regained his composure and walked back to his house. His house was a small courtyard with a few rooms, and he lived alone.

His ancestor, Uchiha Kagami, as a disciple of the Second Hokage, had died young at the age of twenty-five in order to protect the Will of Fire. His father had also been disabled on the battlefield and passed away early due to his injuries. His mother had been bedridden for many years and had unfortunately passed away two years ago.

Shisui had no relatives left, no siblings, and had never been in a relationship. He lived alone in this world.

Fortunately, the Will of Fire warmed him, making him willingly devote himself to the peace of the village, burning himself out.

But now.

The village's Anbu didn't need him anymore, and his clan didn't need him either. He... was nothing now.

Losing his Mangekyou Sharingan didn't make Shisui lose his fighting spirit.

Even without those eyes, he was confident that through hard training, he could once again reach the level of an elite Jonin.

However, no longer being needed by the village and the clan, this heavy sense of loss was a fatal blow to him.

He felt as if all his strength had been drained.

Shisui finally realized.

He was no longer the Shisui of the body flicker he used to be, he was just a pitiful blind man who was talked about behind his back.

He felt as if he had been drained of all his strength.

Creak.

Shisui pushed open the door, carefully stepped over the threshold, and was about to go back to his room to rest.

But just then.

"Who?!"

He suddenly shouted, instantly drawing the small sword from his back and adopting a defensive posture.

Someone was in the room.

"Me."

With a familiar voice entering his ears, Shisui immediately sensed a powerful chakra, like a mountain, pressing against him.

Such a domineering aura could only be emitted by one person.

"Dan? How did you..."

"Have you figured it out?"

Dan sat across from him, his face expressionless as he asked Shisui.

"Figured out... what?" Shisui was confused.

Dan shook his head, not expecting Shisui to have forgotten, but he kindly reminded him:"I told you before, I took away your Mangekyou Sharingan to prevent you from doing something detrimental to the clan. Now, do you still plan to help the village or other outsiders against the Uchiha?"

Upon hearing this, Shisui couldn't help but show a look of shame.

"Dan, I was wrong."

He didn't make any rebuttals or excuses, his tone was gloomy.

Because Shisui had witnessed:

Under Dan's guidance, the Uchiha voluntarily gave up the police department, willingly being completely marginalized, and thus reached a reconciliation with the village.

He also just found out that the Nine-Tails incident was not caused by people in his clan, but rather, the Uchiha were the victims.

Shisui had once been prejudiced against his clan, thinking that the clan members had fallen into narrow clanism, but it wasn't until now that he realized that the Uchiha had been forced into that situation.

After hearing Shisui's words.

"I hope you truly realize your mistake."

Dan stood up, and as he passed by Shisui, he patted him on the shoulder, lingering for a few seconds.

Then, he pushed open the door and strode out.

He quickly left the courtyard.

Dan, did he come specifically to question me?

Shisui stood in place for a while before he came back to his senses. He then let out a soft sigh and walked towards his bed.

But suddenly.

Huh?

He felt an inexplicable twitching in his eyelids, and his eye sockets became incredibly itchy, as if his eyes were eagerly yearning for something.

Driven by a kind of spiritual instinct, Shisui carefully reached out to the desk beside him.

He touched a glass container, left behind by Dan.

As for what was inside, it was...

Shisui froze in place, slowly raising his trembling hands, and removed the bandages from his eyes.

His eyes were two dark hollows, without eyeballs.

But at this moment, two hot tears slowly flowed out from inside, sliding down his cheeks...