Naruto: I'm in Konoha, my name is Uzumaki Menma

Chapter 165 The Mysterious Disappearance of Uchiha Shisui

Chapter 166 The Mysterious Disappearance of Uchiha Shisui

Before he could finish speaking, Shisui felt a broad, gloved hand gently rest on his shoulder.

next moment!

Without any warning, without any sense of spatial distortion or fluctuation!

Shisui only felt a twisting discomfort in his body!

It was as if the entire world had been instantly crushed and reassembled by an invisible hand!

The whistling wind, the rustling of leaves, the buzzing of insects—

All sounds vanished without a trace in an instant!

Instead, it gives you a heart-pounding feeling of weightlessness and being pulled apart by space!

It felt like just a moment, yet also like a long time had passed.

My feet touched solid ground again.

The surrounding environment has completely changed.

The cold, damp forest scent was replaced by a smell mixed with disinfectant.

The air was dry and still, with a chill unique to laboratories.

The ground beneath their feet had changed from soil to a metal floor.

The low, rhythmic mechanical hum could be heard.

The chakra chains binding him loosened and retracted as if they were alive, disappearing into Shura's wide sleeves.

The heavy sealing power also disappeared.

"Cough cough—" Shisui lost the support of the chains, and his seriously injured body fell to his knees, almost collapsing.

He managed to steady himself, his ears twitching slightly, as if he were sensing the vast space through his hearing.

here!

"The person has been brought." Shura's deep voice rang out, addressed to another person in this space.

Two figures slowly emerged from behind an instrument that was flashing complex data.

One of them, dressed in a white coat and wearing a white surgical cap, hummed an unknown tune as he approached the operating table and began preparing various instruments and the single-tomoe Sharingan for transplantation.

The other person wore a dark blue high-collared robe that outlined a slender yet powerful figure.

Her raven-feather-like long hair fell down, obscuring half of her right cheek.

The exposed skin appeared almost transparent under the cold light.

A pair of eyes, like the finest black jade, deep, cold, and calm, were quietly fixed on the utterly despicable Zhi Shui.

That gaze carried a detached and insightful quality, as if scrutinizing an experimental subject.

It was Uchiha Hikaru.

"With your eye power, theoretically no one in Konoha should be your match in a one-on-one situation." Uchiha crossed his arms, still somewhat disbelieving when Menma said that Uchiha Shisui had been ambushed and had his eyes gouged out.

Seeing Shisui with one eye covered by an eyepatch and blood flowing from the empty socket of his right eye, for some reason, a feeling of anger rose from the bottom of Uchiha Hikaru's heart.

For families with bloodline limits of eye techniques, having their eyes gouged out is the most severe humiliation!

Even though Shisui lost an eye, her growth over the past year or so is no less than when she fought her back then.

He was ambushed and lost his last eye.

Thinking back to how Shisui had repeatedly urged her to return to Konoha with him.

Uchiha Hikaru found it funny.

Upon hearing this voice, Shisui's heart sank.

Even though a year and a half had passed since their last battle, the oppressive feeling that Uchiha Hikaru brought to Shisui had never dissipated with time.

On the contrary, as Shisui grew, he felt that Uchiha Hikaru's strength was unfathomable.

Shura, his face clad in a white three-eyed fox mask, turned to Shisui. His voice was calm and even, yet it announced a cold decision: "We'll transplant a new pair of Sharingan with a single tomoe in a moment. That'll be enough."

It was as if they were talking about a trivial matter.

Uchiha Hikaru didn't speak, but Ma Wei nodded slightly to him.

The shadow clone, dressed in a white coat, had already walked to the operating table to the side, his fingers fiddling with the cold metal, making a slight clanging and rubbing sound.

A sealed, chilling metal container was opened, revealing two scarlet Sharingan eyes, each with a single black tomoe branded in its pupil, quietly immersed in a pale green liquid.

"A single-tomoe Sharingan?" Hearing that the other party wanted to transplant a Sharingan into him, Shisui frowned. "Why would you have—"

A bad feeling crept into his heart. Menma snorted softly, "Don't overthink it. It's just a clone activated using cloning technology and Yin Release chakra. If they really wanted the Sharingan, do you think the Uchiha clan of Konoha would still be so calm?"

This statement was full of contempt, but Shisui felt somewhat relieved.

Because he knew that Shura and Uchiha Hikaru had visited the Fugaku clan chief, after careful consideration he concluded that if they really needed the Sharingan, it wouldn't be as simple as just a single tomoe.

Shisui knew full well how terrifying Uchiha Hikari's strength was; if she were to take action, no one in Konoha's Uchiha clan could stop her.

Just like Madara Uchiha back then!

Outside Konoha Village, in that forest clearing where the stench of blood was strongest...

Aburame Ryoma was the first to arrive. His wide sleeves moved without wind, and a dark mass of parasitic insects, like a swarm of bees returning to their nest, instantly covered the area where Shisui had last stayed, emitting dense and anxious chirping sounds as they frantically collected the remaining scent and pheromones in the air.

Mountain Wind followed closely behind, his hands forming a mudra, his powerful spiritual perception spreading out like ripples on water, meticulously scanning every inch of the land.

He tried to capture any remaining spiritual fluctuations or traces of chakra from each leaf.

Then, several Root ninjas wearing animal masks landed silently like ghosts, vigilantly sealing off the surroundings.

They were experienced and swift, their eyes scanning the bloodstains on the ground, the trampled grass, and the glaring bloody handprint on the tree trunk where Shisui had last leaned.

"The bloodstains are thickest here." A Root ninja crouched down, picked up a clump of dark red soil with his fingers, and said in a cold voice.

"His injuries are extremely severe, he has lost a lot of blood, and his mobility should be at its lowest."

"The swarm's pheromone tracking has been lost." Aburame Ryoma's voice came through the mask, carrying a rare hint of confusion and solemnity.

"Right here, the aura vanished into thin air. There was no trace of its departure—no footprints, no broken branches, no lingering chakra fluctuations—all disappeared. It was as if—it was wiped out in an instant by something."

"The mental residue—is extremely weak, and it was interrupted instantly." Yamanaka Fu withdrew his senses, his brows furrowed beneath the mask.

"There was no sign of violent resistance, nor the mental dragging trajectory that should be present during long-distance, high-speed movement - very strange."

The air seemed to freeze.

All the Root ninjas stopped what they were doing, their eyes behind their masks filled with disbelief and astonishment.

How could Uchiha Shisui, severely injured and on the verge of death, having lost both eyes and with disordered chakra, possibly disappear into thin air right under the noses of more than a dozen elite Root members, under the dual targeting of the Aburame clan's top tracking insect swarm and the Yamanaka clan's powerful mental perception?

This completely defies common sense!

"Expand the search area!" Aburame Ryoma's voice was filled with suppressed anger and resentment.

"With this location as the center, within a radius of five kilometers! No, ten kilometers! Dig three feet into the ground! No spatial ninjutsu could leave absolutely no trace! He must still be nearby!"

The order was given, and the Root ninjas dispersed once more like a black tide, merging into the deeper night.

The swarm of insects spread further and further away with a cacophony of chirping, and the mountain wind's spiritual power was also raised to its limit, like a giant radar network scanning repeatedly.

However, time passed second by second.

The night grew deeper, and the chill in the forest became increasingly biting.

Apart from the whistling of the wind through the treetops and the futile chirping of insects, there were no other valuable discoveries.

Uchiha Shisui vanished completely from this blood-stained forest, as if he had evaporated into thin air.

All that remained was the Root ninja's cold bewilderment and the lingering, chilling stench of blood in the air.