Akira turned toward Itachi, expression steady.
"Well… Itachi, it's time."
Itachi gave a silent nod. He reached into his cloak and withdrew a small glass vial — more accurately, a cylindrical container — inside which floated two Sharingan eyes, suspended in a pale, unknown solution.
Akira stared at it. What is that liquid? Eye-preserving soup? Necromancer juice? Uchiha tears?
He didn't know — but whatever it was, it clearly worked. The eyes looked intact.
He accepted the vial and placed it three meters in front of him — the ritual spot.
But before the ritual began, a thought flickered through his mind — a question he couldn't ignore.
Akira (mentally): Hey system...
How is this resurrection going to work exactly?
Will Shisui end up like Madara — revived, but missing his eyes and having to transplant them again?
Or will he awaken with his Mangekyō from the moment he returns?
The system responded instantly — that strange omniscient tone echoing like cosmic script:
System:
If this were the original Rinne-tensei resurrection technique,
then yes — Shisui would revive without his Mangekyō.
But your version is optimized.
So his Mangekyō will be restored.
Akira lifted an eyebrow.
Optimized resurrection… yeah, I like the sound of that.
But the system wasn't done:
System:
You now have two pathways:
Option 1: Recreate Shisui's Mangekyō exactly as it was —
and allow someone else to claim an external pair later, like Itachi or yourself.
Option 2:
Rebuild Shisui with a new Mangekyō after fusing the two pairs ( old and new ) into one.
Like yourself it would be Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan at the moment of awakening
Akira paused, truly thinking.
He didn't need Shisui's eyes for himself.
He didn't crave the ability — he had plenty.
And honestly?
An Eternal Mangekyō Shisui?
That sounded terrifying in all the good ways.
After a moment, Akira nodded inwardly.
Akira: Yeah… give him the path to eternal evolution.
The world could use another monster on our side.
The system chimed — like a bell sealing a contract:
System: Confirmed.
Akira exhaled slowly.
Now that the choice was made —
it was time.
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Akira rolled his shoulders, feeling the invisible gears of life and death click into alignment.
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers once.
Yatagarasu understood.
The crows stirred.
FWOOSH—
A dark wind swept across the field.
Feathers rustled like ancient pages turning.
This time it wasn't hesitant or clumsy —
Yatagarasu had practiced.
The ritual atmosphere formed with theatrical perfection.
Akira nodded, satisfied.
Then—
He began forming seals.
Again.
One after another —
different from the first ritual.
New patterns.
New shapes.
New meanings that no mortal could decode.
Itachi and Fugaku exchanged glances.
These aren't the same seals…?
But they stayed silent.
Mortals shouldn't question the choreography of gods.
Akira finished seal number 102 and exhaled —
the air shifting as though something unseen bowed before him.
He whispered the instruction to the system.
Akira (mentally): System, resurrect Shisui after I complete muly incantation.
The system hummed.
Akira lifted his voice:
"Veins of dragons, rivers of time,
Open the doors between death and life.
Let memory anchor the wandering shade,
Let destiny summon what once decayed.
By the pulse of worlds unseen,
Stand reborn from mortal sin."
The air convulsed.
A swirling cyclone of black feathers exploded around the Mangekyō eyes.
The wind howled — crows cried — Chakra trembled.
Then—
FLASH.
The cyclone collapsed.
A figure stood where the feather-storm had spiraled.
Messy hair.
Calm eyes.
Presence as light as breath—yet as sharp as a blade.
Shisui Uchiha.
He blinked once, adjusting to existence again, then smiled faintly.
"Well… everyone.
It's been a long time."
Itachi moved quickly,
He threw his arms around Shisui, pulling him into a tight embrace.
Shisui chuckled and patted his back.
"Well, Itachi — you've grown."
Itachi smiled —
a rare, real one.
For a few minutes they spoke softly —
quick exchanges, filling gaps, sharing glances of relief and disbelief.
Shisui learned enough — about the coup, Itachi's decisions, Akira, everything.
Then he approached Akira.
"Well, Akira… it's been a long time.
I don't know if you remember —
I visited your house on your fourth birthday."
Akira paused.
Truthfully —
he didn't remember.
The memories of the previous Akira were fragmented, selective, and blurred.
But he smiled politely.
"Well, Shisui-nii-sama — congratulations on your resurrection.
We'll speak later.
I still have one more revival to perform."
Shisui laughed lightly and nodded.
"Of course.
Do your thing."
Akira turned.
Tsunade stood waiting — face stiff, eyes trembling, fists clenched.
"Tsunade-sama," he asked gently,
"who do you want revived?"
A few seconds of silence.
Then a whisper:
"Kato.
Dan."
Her voice broke on the name.
Akira nodded slowly.
---
The moment Tsunade whispered her choice—
"Kato Dan."
Akira heard another sound.
A faint, brittle—
crack.
His eyes shifted.
There, standing just a little to the side,
Jiraiya.
He looked the same.
Same robes.
Same lazy grin pulled over his face.
But Akira felt it.
A spiritual earthquake.
The despair of a man watching the woman he loved choose someone else—
not once,
but in death and in resurrection.
The despair of:
Ah. She will never look at me that way.
The despair of:
Even fate resurrected her man…
not me.
The despair seeped out of Jiraiya like a cursed aura strong enough that Naruto and Kakashi shuffled sideways—
one step,
two steps,
three steps,
like civilians avoiding a toxic chakra pool.
Akira said nothing.
He didn't need to.
He snapped a mental command —
and Yatagarasu answered, wings twitching.
The ritual began again.
Hand seals twisted through the air,
fingers dancing without hesitation.
The KRAAA of crows echoed —
not ominous this time,
but solemn.
Akira lifted his voice:
"O cosmos, O law unseen.
I trade my will for life redeemed.
Call the name that death has kept.
Guide the soul where shadows slept.
In my eyes let rebirth return
and walk again in light."
Reality folded.
Once again, Yatagarasu formed its vortex —
a tornado of black feathers spiraling around the summoning point.
The world seemed to exhale.
A silhouette took shape.
Moments later—
Kato Dan stood where the feathers dispersed.
Wide-eyed.
Alive.
Confused.
Breathing.
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