Shisui's Speculation!

Chapter 126 Shisui's Speculation!

Not long after Tsunade and the others left, Root quietly returned and sneaked back into the base.

In the darkness, several figures silently emerged from the cracks in the rock wall and the corners of the passage, like ghosts growing out of the stone.

Lin walked at the front, his eyes beneath the mask scanning the devastated hall, his gaze lingering for a moment on the spiderweb-like cracks and scattered bone fragments.

Zhengshui followed behind him, his three-tomoe Sharingan slowly rotating in the dim light, not missing any corner that might contain information.

The voice, "Scatter," was soft, yet it clearly reached the ears of every Root ninja. "Gather anything useful."

"Don't forget any of the following: broken bones, grains of sand, or rubbings of seal techniques."

The four figures silently dispersed, each taking out a sealing scroll and gathering tools, and began a thorough search of the hall.

A Root ninja crouched in the area with the densest concentration of puppet remains, carefully picking up a piece of broken bone with specially made tweezers and holding it up to his eyes for examination.

The surface of the bone was engraved with fine lines, like the remnants of some kind of chakra circuit, and faintly emitted a faint, fading chakra light.

He placed the bone fragments into the sealing scroll and wrote the number and location information on the surface of the scroll.

Another Root ninja lay prone on the ground, pressing a specially made piece of paper against the rocks eroded by sand and gravel to imprint the remaining seal technique patterns.

Most of those patterns were damaged in the battle, but a few were still relatively intact, and the shadow of the vortex clan's sealing techniques could be vaguely discerned.

"Captain," a Root ninja approached and reported in a low voice, "there's something in the secret room at the end of the corridor."

He tilted his head slightly and followed the ninja through the corridor to a hidden room behind an iron door.

The dark room was not large, about ten square meters, and the walls were also covered with sealing spells, but the spells here were obviously more complex and had more layers.

In the center of the room stood a stone platform, on which were fixed several broken culture jars, containing turbid liquid and several pieces of inactive tissue samples.

Shisui followed, his Sharingan sweeping over the culture tanks, his pupils contracting slightly.

"These tissue samples—some from humans and animals, and some others—" He frowned slightly, as if trying to identify them, "we're not sure what they are."

He crouched down and used a kunai to pry open a large tissue sample.

The thing was dry and black, and its original color and shape were no longer visible, but the surface could be vaguely seen with patterns resembling plant roots.

"Take it back." Nue stood up, her voice calm. "Let the analysis team study it at their leisure."

Zhi Shui nodded, but his gaze fell on a hidden compartment beneath the stone platform.

The hidden compartment was so well concealed that it would have been almost impossible to discover it had his Sharingan not detected the traces of chakra residue.

He crouched down, reached into the hidden compartment, and pulled out a scroll that hadn't been taken away.

The scroll was very small, only the size of a palm, with no markings or seals on its surface.

Shisui unrolled the scroll, which contained only a few lines of hastily written characters: "Hashirama cells—Sharingan—Mangekyou Sharingan, restored—"

He muttered a few keywords under his breath, his brows furrowing as the remaining words were obscured by smudges and became illegible.

He put the scroll into his pocket, stood up and looked at the other person, and found that the other person had not noticed his actions, so he did not bring it up.

These things seem to be related to the Uchiha clan and the Mangekyou Sharingan.

As for the so-called interstitial cells—it probably isn't the one he's imagining, is it?

"Continue collecting," the order was given. "Evacuate before nightfall."

The Root ninjas sped up their gathering, and some used ninjutsu to completely peel off the sealing formulas on the wall.

Some people used specially made containers to collect samples of sand particles remaining in the puppet's remains.

Some people even used chakra sensing devices to scan the entire hall's floor and walls, trying to find hidden rooms or secret compartments.

Zhishui stood at the exit of the hall, his gaze passing through the corridor and looking into the deeper darkness.

He couldn't help but ponder: what was the other party so eager for the Sharingan, even disregarding the fact that it couldn't be turned off?

What other secrets do their eyes hold?

The voice of "Shisui" interrupted his thoughts. "It's time to go."

Shisui withdrew his gaze, turned around and followed the group. The five figures silently passed through the corridor and retreated along the route they had come from. Their footsteps were so light that they were almost inaudible, and they soon left the mine.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, I looked back one last time at the entrance to the base.

The vines and withered branches have been covered again, and there is almost no trace of them from the outside.

"Record the coordinates," he said in a low voice.

A Root ninja nodded in agreement, took out a map, and drew a red cross at the marked location.

Five figures disappeared into the twilight, hurrying towards Konoha.

After they left, Izumi's skeletal shadow clone quietly stood on the mountainside, watching the five figures disappear into the twilight and gradually fade into the distance.

The night wind blew in from the valley entrance, making his robes flutter, but it couldn't dispel the hint of amusement in his eyes.

"It seems this place is no longer usable, which is a pity," he muttered to himself, his tone tinged with regret, but he didn't seem to care much.

This base was a decoy from the beginning; the real core assets have long been transferred to the Snow Country, and what remains here are just scraps.

He just hadn't expected that Tsunade, that crazy woman, would actually dare to come back, which was a bit of a miscalculation on his part.

He gently weighed the puppet core in his hand; the core was about the size of a fist, and its surface was covered with fine cracks.

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The crimson chakra light flickered within, like a wounded heart still beating weakly.

There was still a lot of Shukaku's power left inside, which he couldn't leave to the other party, so he summoned the puppet Shukaku.

"However, that thing did fall into his hands smoothly." The shadow clone's lips curled up slightly, which was good news.

His gaze pierced through the night, looking towards Konoha, and the image of Shisui appeared in his mind.

It's quite interesting to subtly undermine the other party's expectations of Konoha.

When the time comes, Danzo will have to be more forceful and ruthless in order to completely destroy his hopes for Konoha.

If it were just those Root fodder and Shisui today, he wouldn't mind forcing out the opponent's Susanoo.

See for yourself the true quality of the "divine power" in the legends of the Uchiha clan.

Unfortunately, Tsunade and Kakashi ruined the situation, and the opponent didn't put in much effort at all.

"Never mind, no rush." ​​The shadow clone withdrew its gaze, turned and walked towards the other side of the ridge. "Anyway, that kid will come to us sooner or later."

He summoned a skeletal bird, stuffed the core into its beak, and watched it fly towards the desert.

There are still some things to take care of. Once that's done, we can dismantle this skeletal shadow clone and return the memories to the original body.

The base of the roots beneath the leaves.

After a day and a night of trekking, He led his team back, and night had completely fallen.

The corridors of the underground base were dimly lit, with oil lamps every few meters casting faint halos of light on the walls.

He handed the collected samples to the ninjas in the analysis team, briefly reported the mission, and then disbanded the team.

Shisui returned to his residence alone, closed the door, and took out the palm-sized scroll from his bosom.

He didn't light a lamp, but instead used the moonlight streaming in through the window to unroll the scroll again.

The hastily written words appeared even more blurred in the moonlight, but the keywords that had been read aloud earlier remained clear.

Hashirama cells, Sharingan, Mangekyou Sharingan, recovery.

"Restore—" Shisui repeated the word in a low voice, his brows furrowed.

He knew better than anyone that the power of the Mangekyou Sharingan came with a price.

Since awakening those eyes during a mission, he could feel that his vision would be imperceptibly reduced every time he used the Mangekyou Sharingan.

If this continues, one day these eyes will completely lose their sight.

And the "recovery" mentioned on this scroll—has someone found a way to prevent the Mangekyou Sharingan from going blind?

Shizuku's fingers gently caressed the edge of the scroll, his gaze growing increasingly profound.

That man, Izumi Taketori, stole Kakashi's Sharingan. Whether he is still watching my and Itachi's eyes is currently unknown, but we must be wary, since this matter involves Itachi.

Was he researching methods to restore kaleidoscopes?

Or does he have bigger ambitions?

He then recalled the "intercolumnar cells" mentioned on the scroll.

If it is indeed as he thinks, that it is the cell of the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, then how did the other party know about it and how did he obtain it?

If Hashirama cells can indeed produce some kind of reaction with the Sharingan—

Shisui shook his head and carefully put the scroll into the hidden compartment.

He doesn't plan to tell anyone about this for the time being, not even Danzo, the Third Hokage, or Itachi.

He needs to find out the truth first before deciding what to do next.

He walked to the window, pushed it open, and the night breeze carried in the unique tranquility of Konoha Village at night.

His gaze fell in the direction of the Uchiha clan's territory.

"Itachi—" he murmured the name, a complex emotion welling up inside him.

That child is too young to be involved in these things.

But he also had a vague feeling that Rong would eventually go down this path as well.

The awakening of the Mangekyou Sharingan is accompanied by an unavoidable tragedy.

All he could do was pave the way for the child as much as possible before tragedy struck.

Zhi Shui closed the window and pondered quietly in the darkness for a long time.

Meanwhile, in the ancient Loulan Kingdom, in the underground dragon vein sealing chamber.

The disappearance of the skeletal shadow clone and the return of memories allowed Izumi to slowly open his eyes.

"I never expected these things to happen—it's quite unexpected."

"Tsunade, Shizune, Kakashi, whatever they do, it doesn't matter."

After all, these three were his experimental subjects, which was enough for him to be lenient.

As for Uchiha Shisui, he was really looking forward to seeing his reaction. The truth of this world was like a family drama.

Obito, however, will not abandon his plan, and his methods are quite ruthless.