The courtyard was tense, the silence heavier than ever. Uchiha eyes glowed red beneath the moonlight, and the village's forces remained alert, chakra surging just beneath the surface.
The balance could tip at any moment.
Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Third Hokage, glanced toward the stretcher where Shisui lay. His expression was carefully guarded, but his mind was racing.
He knew Shisui.
Shisui had always been loyal to the village. The boy once came to him with a plan—to use Kotoamatsukami, the most powerful genjutsu known, to pacify the Uchiha rebellion before it began. Shisui's heart was always with Konoha.
So why would he publicly accuse Danzo?
Hiruzen didn't want to believe it, but Shisui's current condition didn't lie. One of his most trusted agents had been mutilated—and now lay eyeless and broken before the entire village.
And Andrew… that boy had a presence. His fire, his timing—too precise to be random.
"If I don't handle this carefully," Hiruzen thought grimly, "Konoha and the Uchiha could go to war tonight."
Feeling the searing weight of dozens of eyes, Danzo narrowed his own, his voice eerily calm as he stepped forward.
"I only acted in the best interest of the village. The tension between Uchiha and Konoha was escalating. I wished to prevent a civil conflict..."
His words trailed off, building sympathy for his narrative—until he delivered the final twist.
"Yes, I summoned Shisui. But it was he who tried to assassinate me. I simply defended myself."
The entire plaza fell silent.
Then—
"Bullshit!"
Andrew's voice cut through the air like a kunai. His Three Tomoe Sharingan spun fiercely as he stepped toward Danzo.
"Do you think we're all idiots? You expect us to believe Shisui—a pacifist—tried to kill you?"
Danzo's jaw tightened.
"Believe what you will. But I have Root members who witnessed it. They will testify—"
"Oh? Funny you should say that," Andrew said coldly. "Because I could just as easily say you tried to assassinate the Hokage tonight. And every single Uchiha here will back me up."
The crowd stirred again. Third Hokage's mouth twitched. Because deep down, he knew Andrew wasn't bluffing.
Danzo had, in fact, sent Root agents behind his back. He had overstepped—and now it had backfired spectacularly.
"Enough!" Hiruzen snapped, voice echoing through the compound. "Shisui has been found. The misunderstanding has been cleared. This matter—"
"Don't even think about sweeping this under the rug!" Andrew snapped, stepping forward once more.
"Shisui's eyes are still in Danzo's skull!"
His voice turned icy, filled with fury.
"You think Uchiha will just forget this? That our bloodline can be stolen, paraded like a trophy, and we'll smile and bow?! You've stolen our legacy and expect peace in return?"
Fugaku, silent until now, stepped forward. His eyes blazed with the Sharingan.
"Sarutobi Hiruzen... either return Shisui's eyes—
—or face the consequences."
And with that declaration, the entire Uchiha assembly activated their Sharingan at once.
Hundreds of crimson eyes lit the night like blood-soaked stars.
The line had been drawn.
The Third Hokage's face darkened, and he cursed Danzo silently. This wasn't just a mistake—it was a catastrophe. And now, the entire village might burn for it.
Konoha could not afford to go to war with Uchiha—not like this.
"Danzo!" Hiruzen roared. "Hand over the eyes. Now!"
Danzo flinched. His expression soured even more. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He had the Sharingan—he had power. He wasn't supposed to be the one bending.
But the eyes staring him down said otherwise.
"I… didn't take them," he tried once more, grasping at one final lie. "There was a conflict, yes, but the eyes—"
"Shut it!"
Andrew's voice dropped to a near whisper.
"You really think the Uchiha can't sense our own bloodline? You think hiding behind a ragged bandage fools anyone?"
He took another step forward, pulling off his Konoha forehead protector and throwing it to the ground.
"Today it's Uchiha. Tomorrow it'll be the Hyuga, or the Nara, or anyone else you fear. Are we just tools to be dissected when convenient?"
One by one, the Uchiha began removing their forehead protectors too.
It was a silent but deafening protest.
The ninja clans around them looked on, stunned. Suspicion blossomed in their hearts. If Danzo would do this to the Uchiha… who was safe?
Hyuga Hiashi stepped forward.
"Third Hokage, the eye behind Danzo's bandage is not his own. The Hyuga clan cannot ignore this matter. Please offer the Uchiha a proper explanation."
The crowd froze. One of the great clans had just spoken out.
Everyone turned toward Hiruzen again. His hands clenched into fists.
"Danzo… remove the bandage. Now."
Danzo was livid. But under such scrutiny, resistance was suicide.
With a scowl, he slowly peeled off the bandage from his right eye.
Gasps rippled through the gathered shinobi.
A Three Tomoe Sharingan gleamed in the light.
The proof was undeniable.
Danzo Shimura had stolen the eye of a fellow Konoha shinobi—and one of the most beloved members of the Uchiha clan.
The ripple turned into a wave of outrage. Some of the clan heads turned to each other, whispering about family secrets, bloodlines, and betrayal.
The tension could snap at any moment.
Danzo said nothing. He stood frozen, a bitter taste in his mouth. He had hoped to twist public opinion. Now he was a pariah.
Reluctantly, he called over a medical-nin. Under the medic's supervision, the eye was removed and returned to Shisui, whose body barely stirred on the stretcher.
Danzo turned to leave, his pride in tatters, his ambitions shattered for now.
"Wait."
The word rang out like a kunai striking stone.
Danzo stopped mid-step.
Andrew stood in front of him, eyes cold.
"Where is Shisui's left eye?"
A fresh silence settled over the crowd.
Danzo said nothing.
Andrew stepped closer.
"You said Shisui attacked you. Then why do you only have one of his eyes? Did he fight you with a single eye? Or did you take one and stash the other?"
More murmurs spread.
Now even the other clans were watching Danzo more closely. The implications were horrifying—if Danzo had stashed one Mangekyō, was he planning to awaken something worse?
"Hand it over," Andrew demanded. "Both eyes. Or there will be no peace."
Danzo's lips curled. He glanced sideways at Hiruzen, who was giving him a look that made it clear: this was non-negotiable.
This time, there was no way out.
Konoha had nearly ignited a civil war.
But tonight, the Uchiha walked away united, empowered, and vindicated.
And at the center of it all stood a boy named Andrew, who wasn't content to play the role fate had written for him.
He would write his own ending—and this time, Uchiha wouldn't fall without a fight.