No one in the Shinobi world knew his true identity. In the meantime, you have enough strength, what could be easier than impersonating one of those legendary hermits whose power is incalculable? After all, the world is huge. If you don't use your chakra, don't engage in battle, who will distinguish you from an ordinary passerby?
If it were in the past, Ootsutsuki Isshiki would never have dared to commit such madness. He was sure that if he took one wrong step, the entire Shinobi world would descend on him and wipe him out with numbers. In his prime, he could have incinerated this planet, but right now he was just a pathetic cripple.
However, now everything has changed. The world is facing an unprecedented crisis, and what previously would have been considered a thirst for domination would now look like an act of salvation in the eyes of desperate people. Isshiki did not crave power — he was only gathering strength in search of a child of destiny.
In truth, if he had any other choice, he would never have revealed himself at this stage. But time, alas, was running out. His body had exhausted its resources, and he had almost no strength left to find a new vessel. In order to survive, he could only take the risk.
Having made his decision, Isshiki plunged headlong into collecting information about the great Shinobi villages. He needed to understand their true situation, assess the state of the countries in order to prepare for further actions. Perhaps even the technology of this world could help him strengthen the future vessel.
In addition, it was necessary to create a real ninja alliance, and not the pathetic parody that existed now. Was it possible to call it a union? Each village pursued its own goals, each secretly hoping to be the first to get technology capable of resisting Uchiha Yue's power. The damned Shinobi were blinded by greed, the mirage of power that his eyes promised them.
Initially, everything could have been different. If it weren't for Iwagakure's treacherous plan, the other three great villages would have joined forces long ago to nip the threat in the bud. The current alliance was nothing more than a fiction created to divert the eyes of the wise men from Mount Myoboku in order to gain access to their senjutsu data.
It was like a bunch of businessmen who verbally swear brotherhood to each other while sharpening knives behind their backs. It's a fake, that's all.
"Ha ha… here they are, the so—called Shinobi," Isshiki chuckled to himself. Pathetic, greedy fools. For a handful of coins and a grain of profit, they unhesitatingly threw not only their own lives into hell, but also the lives of their own children. Honor? Responsibility? No, they've never had anything like this. Just money.
Foresight was what they lacked. If they had been a little more discerning, they would have realized the futility of their feuds and the village system itself, which only perpetuated suffering, passing it on from generation to generation.
Didn't they realize what would happen to them if they failed?
No, they probably did. But they blindly believed in their success. And compared to the future benefits, the risk seemed quite justified to them. After all, the situation hadn't become critical for them yet. The Country of Fire was the first to fall, and in three months the elements consumed only it and several neighboring small states. Their own villages were not in danger of dying in the foreseeable future.
Shinobi see the light only when a knife touches their own throat.
Konoha.
In the dank semi-darkness of the dungeon, someone's hand carefully removed an eyeball from the bulb. A scarlet pupil with a Mangekye Sharingan pattern flashed in the dim light.
After much and desperate research, the top of Konoha believed that they had found a way to deal with Uchiha Yue. The plan was simple: to awaken in him the old love for the clan and the village, to stir up the Will of Fire in him. They believed that Yue was holding back not only because of guilt. The main lever was the last survivor of his clan, Uchiha Sasuke.
That's why Yue still hasn't touched Konoha. He hesitated. I was sorry. I was confused. And this confusion eventually led to his own power spiraling out of control.
The key to the plan was an eye found in the ruins of the Uchiha quarter, its hiding place was accidentally opened by a shock wave after the Isshiki attack. Fragments of the will of the Third Hokage, preserved by someone after his death, and the miraculously found remains of Shimura Danzo were added to it.
An ominous pattern of forbidden techniques glowed on the floor.
— Rise up, the genius of the Uchiha clan!
"Come back, Teacher!"
—Rise up, Danzo-sama! Konoha is calling to you!
Three figures rose from the dust and ashes of the inscribed circle. Uchiha Itachi, Sarutobi Hiruzen and Shimura Danzo were resurrected with the help of Edo Tensei.
Itachi opened his eyes. His first instinct was to attack, but when he saw the familiar faces, he froze in dismay. They were people from his village.
"Uchiha Yue... is he dead?" flashed through his mind, but his memory immediately conjured up a picture of the day when Yue ended his life with a flick of his hand.
"Am I... alive?" No, it's Edo Tensei!
Shimura Danzo, who was very familiar with forbidden techniques, instantly assessed his condition.
"Jiraiya, Tsunade... are you…
Sarutobi Hiruzen also came to his senses and looked at his two students in confusion. At that moment, a furious roar tore through the air.
— SHIMURA DANZO!
Jiraiya, whose face was contorted with anger, rushed forward. Without saying a word, he punched the old man's head with all his might, and Danzo's skull shattered into pieces.
—Huh...— the figure croaked, collapsing to the floor. His head recovered instantly, and Danzo glared at Jiraiya and growled, "Damn it, Jiraiya!" What are you doing?
— What am I allowing?! Jiraiya roared back, looming over him. "You still dare to ask?! WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT?! Why the hell did you touch the Uchiha clan?! WHY?! Do you even realize what a disaster you've brought upon the whole world with your actions?