Shisui laid motionless at the bottom of the cliff, the weight of his decision pressing heavily on his chest. He had given both of his eyes to Itachi, knowing the consequences and the pain it would bring, yet he understood it was necessary. His vision, once filled with the vibrant colors of the world, was now consumed by darkness. He was blind to everything around him, unable to see the world that had once been so clear.

The cold stone beneath him pressed into his back, but it was nothing compared to the coldness he felt within. The loss of his eyes was just one part of his sacrifice. He had to protect the Uchiha clan's secrets at all costs, especially from Danzo, whose ambitions knew no bounds. Shisui knew that if Danzo ever learned the truth, it would mean the end of everything he had worked to protect.

As he lay there in the darkness, his senses heightened. The distant sound of water flowing reached his ears, the steady, rhythmic current offering a strange sense of calm amid the chaos in his mind. Then sudden footsteps came near him.