Naruto: Saving the Universe by Stealing Attributes

Shisui froze as he scanned the contents of the notebook, then quietly flipped to the next page.

One by one, familiar names surfaced on the paper.

Without exception, they were all prominent members of the clan's peace-seeking faction.

After a quick review, Shisui carefully closed the notebook and his gaze grew resolute.

"We're all members of the same clan, yet in the end, we're doomed to tear each other apart."

"This is all because of your narrow-mindedness. You're blind to the future efforts of our leader."

"Your deaths will not be in vain. Don't blame me, everything I do is for the sake of the Uchiha."

Shisui muttered softly to himself.

If it were possible, he would have used genjutsu to alter the mindset of the doves. That way, even if they couldn't fully understand the leader's vision, at least they wouldn't oppose him.

But such a genjutsu didn't exist. All he could do now was eliminate the conservatives entirely.

[Ding! Congratulations to the Host for successfully plundering a reward: Phantom Body Flicker Technique!]

The system prompt echoed in Uchiha Mirai's mind, bringing a satisfied smile to his lips.

The Phantom Body Flicker Technique—Shisui's signature jutsu, and the origin of the moniker "Shisui of the Body Flicker."

By combining the Sharingan with the Body Flicker Technique, it created tangible phantoms capable of launching real attacks.

The downside? The phantoms wouldn't dissipate even if attacked.

A solidly practical technique.

"If Shisui can personally slaughter the doves, it might awaken his Mangekyō Sharingan," Mirai mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Under his manipulation, Shisui had already become a full-fledged radical.

Yet, deep down, Shisui remained an emotional and dedicated child, willing to sacrifice everything for the village and the clan.

Shisui would not hesitate to kill his clansmen, but he would also grieve for their loss.

After all, the doves were known for their gentle nature, many seemed harmless.

Killing such people could easily sow seeds of guilt in anyone's heart.

"Shisui, let's see if you'll surprise me."

Mirai's lips curved upward.

The Mangekyō Sharingan, the reflection of one's soul... Would Shisui still awaken Kotoamatsukami, the same ultimate genjutsu as in the original timeline?

After assigning Shisui his task, Mirai headed to the police force's dungeon for an inspection.

Utatane Gentarō and Mitokado Kazashi, no longer resembled their once-arrogant selves.

Their luxurious robes were now tattered and filthy, the bloodstains obscuring their original colors.

Unkempt and reeking, they exuded a stench that could make anyone gag.

As soon as they saw Mirai, they scrambled to the bars and groveled, their voices trembling.

"Mirai-sama, we were wrong! Please spare us! We'll never dare oppose you again."

"I swear, when I'm released, I'll make sure Koharu-sama leaves you alone," Gentarō pleaded, nodding desperately.

The dungeon was terrifying, filled with the malice of the Uchiha.

They couldn't endure another moment in this hell.

Ignoring their pathetic cries, Mirai strode past their cell to the one holding Uchiha Fugaku.

Compared to the others, Fugaku's cell was noticeably cleaner.

His clothes were intact, and aside from his pale complexion, he seemed relatively unaffected.

Fugaku spoke first, his tone cold and defiant.

"If you've come to mock me, save yourself the effort."

Mirai shook his head lightly.

"I have no interest in that. I came to inform you of something on my way."

Fugaku's eyes narrowed, a flicker of unease crossing his face.

"What is it?"

"I'm in the process of consolidating the Uchiha. The doves and your loyalists are being eliminated."

Fugaku shot to his feet, his voice furious.

"You dare turn on your own clan?"

"When I get out of here, I'll expose your actions to everyone!"

Mirai dismissed him with a wave.

"Fugaku, you're not getting out."

"You'll rot in this cell. When I've dealt with Hiruzen Sarutobi and the others, I'll deal with you too."

Without sparing a glance at Fugaku's enraged roars, Mirai left the dungeon.

From this moment on, the Uchiha would speak with one voice—his.

It was late afternoon when Mirai finally concluded his tasks at the police force.

As he stepped outside, a beautiful young woman stood waiting for him, her expression brightening at his arrival.

"Mirai-sama!" she called out eagerly.

"Yūgao, you're as stunning as ever," Mirai remarked, a genuine smile gracing his face.

Noticing Uzuki Yūgao's carefully applied makeup, he chose to acknowledge her effort with a compliment.

Sure enough, her eyes curved with delight as she softly replied,

"Mira-samai, do you have time today…?"

"You're here for swordsmanship guidance, aren't you?" Mirai interjected with a smile.

"I happen to be free."

Surprised and overjoyed, Yūgao hadn't expected him to agree so readily.

She had planned only to arrange a lesson for another day, but now…

Mirai led her to a secluded training ground.

"Yūgao, when you're ready, come at me with everything you've got," he instructed calmly.

Yūgao hesitated, then smiled wryly.

"Mirai-sama, there's no way I can be your match."

"Instead, I'd be grateful if you could simply observe and give me advice."

Her words caused Mirai's expression to shift, his gaze hardening.

"If that's how you feel, you may leave now."

"Eh?" Yūgao froze, her composure unraveling.

"Mirai-sama, what do you mean?"

"The essence of swordsmanship lies in momentum."

"Never lose the courage to draw your blade, no matter how fearsome the enemy."

"Never lose the edge to swing it, no matter how hopeless the situation."

Mirai unsheathed his blade, his movements deliberate.

Yūgao immediately felt an invisible weight settle over her.

Though Mirai stood motionless, his presence loomed like a violent storm, suffocating her.

A chilling pressure seized her entire being, flooding her thoughts with panic.

She knew rationally that he wouldn't harm her, yet her body refused to listen.

Just as her mental defenses began to crumble, Mirai's voice cut through the tension.

"Feel it—the courage, the sharpness, the pride, the anger, and the killing intent."

"These will carry you through even the direst of battles, shattering despair."

"When you draw your blade, don't waste a thought on how strong your opponent is."

"Instead, embody an unstoppable force, ready to break through anything in your path!"

With his words, the oppressive atmosphere vanished.

Yūgao collapsed to her knees, trembling.

So this is momentum.

Terrifying. Absolutely terrifying.

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