Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too tsundere

"Don't stop me, Itachi!"

Zhi Shui sternly stopped them, "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 future."

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.

"Well......"

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 mangled body. His skin, ravaged by blood loss, had turned bluish-white, and each weak breath was accompanied by blood foam, which spread 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 ears. "A 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.

Chapter 75 Ideal and Reality

In the depths of darkness, light gradually seeped in.

Shisui abruptly opened his eyes—no, to be precise, he tried to open them. A sharp pain shot through his empty eye sockets, a reminder that he had lost his sight.

But what shocked him even more was that he could still think, could still feel the texture of the tatami mat beneath him, and, apart from the poisonous insects, his injuries had completely healed.

I'm alive?

This realization made him tense. He had already chosen to jump off the cliff to his death... why?

"Hey, you're awake?" A cheerful male voice came from the right. "You were unconscious for quite a short time, weren't you going to rest a little longer?"

Zhi Shui reflexively turned his head toward the source of the sound. Although he couldn't see it, he could sense that someone was sitting there.

"Who are you?"

"You must have a lot of questions." The other person seemed to shift into a more comfortable sitting position, the fabric rustling as it moved. "About my identity, or why I saved you."

Shizuku became alert. It seemed this was not a chance rescue, but a premeditated contact.

"This is our first meeting, but as for my identity... you must have heard of me."

Shisui's brows furrowed deeply. He tensed all his muscles instantly, and despite his physical exhaustion, he could barely perform even the most basic Body Flicker Technique.

“My name is Uzumaki Menma, and I’m a few years older than you,” the other person continued, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings. “My current position is the leader of the [Ember] organization… Is that enough?”

The air seemed to freeze.

......What?

Shisui's empty eye sockets trembled slightly. Menma? [Jin]? The leader of the terrorist organization who single-handedly attacked Konoha, shaking the entire ninja world? But what concerned him more was—why would such a person save a dying Uchiha? Could he be an imposter?

Seemingly sensing his doubts, Menma chuckled lightly. "Don't be so hostile towards me. When I attacked Konoha... I didn't kill a single person."

The ensuing conversation exploded in Shisui's ears like a thunderclap. Menma precisely stated the existence of "Kotoamatsukami." He described in detail how Danzo had taken his right eye. He even accurately pointed out that he had entrusted his remaining eye to Itachi.

Shisui's expression shifted from doubt and shock to hostility, finally freezing completely. Although he had lost his eyesight, he could clearly feel the oppressive aura emanating from the other side—an almost tangible pressure accumulated through countless life-and-death battles.

I am no match for him now...

Finally, he slowly relaxed his tense shoulders, adopting a wary stance. Now, dialogue was the only option.

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"So..." Shisui's voice was hoarse and restrained, "What exactly is your purpose in saving me?"

"I no longer have the Sharingan."

This statement contained a probe. Shisui deliberately avoided mentioning the possibility that terrified him most—if Menma's target was the "Kotoamatsukami" entrusted to Itachi.

...This thought had barely surfaced when he forcibly suppressed it. If this man, who could rival the five great nations, were to obtain a pupil technique capable of rewriting wills, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"I think you've misunderstood something," Menma's voice carried a hint of languor. "The Sharingan and Kotoamatsukami... are not my goals."

"I'm not the kind of guy obsessed with power. Power, to me... is just a tool to achieve my goals."

"I want to stop wars. Whether it's a war between major powers or a conflict within a village... I will not stand idly by if it causes unnecessary casualties."

"This matter..." Shisui carefully chose her words, "I've already entrusted it to my closest friend."

He raised his head slightly, and although he had no eyes, the gesture still carried a sense of determination.

"She will stop the conflict between the Uchiha and Konoha... and carry on my will."

This is a polite way of putting it. In reality, Shisui was subtly rejecting Menma's intervention—he clearly remembered the last time this man intervened, directly crippling the Raikage to the brink of death. He believed that such "mediation" would only bring deeper hatred and turmoil.

"I see..." Menma's voice held a thoughtful tone. "Uchiha Itachi?"

Shisui keenly noticed a subtle pause in Menma's tone when he said the name. What he couldn't see was that at that moment, the image of the black-haired girl he had just seen on the cliff was flashing through Menma's mind.

The filial son in the original story has become the filial daughter...

The thought flashed through Menma's mind, but he quickly collected his thoughts.

"You know what?" Menma suddenly changed the subject, "Sometimes, one person's awareness alone... is far from enough."

Menma stared at Shisui's taut jawline, recalling the controversy surrounding Uchiha Itachi in the original work—the man known as "Itachi God," and the extreme reversals of opinion he experienced on the internet in another world.

From an initial tragic hero to a later questioned extremist—who slaughtered his entire clan and ultimately had Sasuke kill him with his own hands—he then used a method of altering his will to bring his younger brother back to Konoha.

Each one of them is enough to spark a heated moral debate.

Imagine shifting the perspective to the innocent Uchiha civilians in the original work. A family, hardworking and diligent throughout their lives, is suddenly and utterly slaughtered by a genius within their own clan one night. And when the truth is revealed, everyone is filled with astonishment.

"Wow! So the extermination of the entire race was for peace!"

"It's truly admirable that you bear this darkness alone!"

The resentment of those who died unjustly became the backdrop that highlighted the nobility of "Itachi-sama".

Naruto believes that this distorted value system may stem from Itachi's experience of being sent to the battlefield at the age of five—children who are exposed to death too early are destined to see the world differently from ordinary people.

"You believe she can stop the civil war..." Menma's voice held a hint of amusement, "Then in your envisioned script—"

"Uchiha Itachi... how exactly will he act?"

What will Itachi do...?

The weight of the question made Shisui's breathing slow. He tilted his head slightly, a gesture that, despite his loss of sight, still carried a sense of contemplation.

“Itachi’s talent…” his voice held an undeniable firmness, “is more suited to operating in the shadows than I am.”

"She will definitely find a way to have the best of both worlds."

This statement contains too much unsaid. It reflects the idealized vision of still water.

Itachi will continue to use his ANBU identity to maneuver among the higher-ups and clan members, delaying the coup through precise intelligence manipulation.

If the situation cannot be delayed any longer, the most radical hawks should be eliminated if necessary.

Finally, he left as a rogue ninja, bearing all his sins.

They even used the Konoha secrets they had learned during their time in the Anbu as leverage to ensure that the village would not harm other Uchiha clans.

This plan perfectly embodies the idealism of Zhi Shui—both believing in the abilities of his companions and underestimating the harshness of reality.

“…Alright.” Menma suddenly stood up. “It seems you have a lot of faith in Uchiha Itachi.”

Shisui heard the rustling sound of fabric rubbing together and felt Menma approaching. The oppressive chakra made his skin involuntarily tense up.

"I'll save you, then we'll see what Itachi does next." Menma's voice held a hint of interest. "You currently have... poisonous insects from the Aburame clan on you, right?"

Shisui's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment.

"Don't be so wary." Menma was already squatting down in front of him. "I saved you because the Uchiha clan still needs you."

"Now, can you feel where the bug is on your body?" Menma's voice suddenly became focused. "I'm at least ninety percent sure I can get rid of it—"

"However, the process... might be a little painful."

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(Thanks to all the bosses, the gift value has arrived again! I've added two more quadruple updates.)

(Not counting today, the author will be updating four times in five consecutive days!)

Chapter 76 Naruto's Mindset

The cold moonlight spilled onto the front of the Uchiha clan head's mansion. Uchiha Itachi stood on the steps, his black hair fluttering slightly in the night breeze, and the two tear troughs appeared even more deep in the pale moonlight.

What do you mean by this?

Itachi's voice was like poison, each word carrying a chilling edge. Below the steps, three men dressed in Uchiha clan attire stood in a semi-encircling formation, their hands casually resting on their ninja tool pouches.

"What do you think?" The leading man's Sharingan glowed crimson in the darkness. "Regarding the sudden disappearance of Uchiha Shisui..."

"He's still nowhere to be found, neither alive nor dead. According to the operation logs, the last person he saw... was probably you, Uchiha Itachi?"

Itachi could clearly see the suspicion and hostility surging in the three people's eyes. "So, you suspect I attacked Shisui?"

His fingers, hidden in his sleeve, clenched tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, but the pain was nothing compared to the raging anger surging in his chest.

It was clearly you guys!

It was your plan that killed Shisui! If you hadn't been so eager to control the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, why would Shisui have confessed Kotoamatsukami to Danzo? Why would he have lost his eyes? Why...?

“That’s right, brat.” The Uchiha clansman at the back suddenly stepped forward. “Listen, even if you are the clan leader’s daughter…”

He deliberately lowered his voice, his tone carrying a blatant threat: "If you dare betray your clan, I will absolutely not spare you."

"boom--!"