Chapter 32: Itachi, You Need to Have Vision!
"Hahaha..."
Without hesitation, Yasushi raised his blade and sliced off the flesh where the black flames burned, tossing it aside. As the chunk burned to nothing, he laughed wildly and unrestrained.
"Say, Itachi, your understanding is only this much after all!"
"You can't even endure this—how will you become Hokage in the future?"
"You need to think like a Hokage!"
"What little brother—when someone needs killing, you kill them!"
"How can you accomplish anything being so petty?"
"You need to have vision!"
"Don't always fixate on these trivial small matters!"
"Everything for the village!"
"Everything for peace!"
"I'll kill you!" Hearing Yasushi gloating there, the fury in Itachi's heart was like having a bucket of oil poured on it, burning even more fiercely.
His usually calm mask finally shattered completely. The Mangekyo Sharingan in his eyes trembled violently with rage.
His gaze swept across Yasushi's body, seeing that wound healing at visible speed. He couldn't help frowning darkly.
He also possessed Mangekyo Sharingan. One look told him the enemy's Mangekyo ability related to recovery. Amaterasu—this continuous burning but weak killing power ability—had no use against this enemy.
So his Mangekyo Sharingan spun rapidly as he unleashed another ocular technique.
"Genjutsu: Tsukuyomi!"
Yasushi only felt his surroundings distort. The world he occupied immediately switched positions. All colors receded without trace, leaving only black and white around him.
His body hung suspended in midair, bound to a cross. Uchiha Itachi stood opposite with a grim face, holding a long blade.
"This is my Mangekyo genjutsu space. Here, whether time, space, or matter—everything is controlled by me..."
Before he could finish, the Mangekyo Sharingan in Uchiha Yasushi's eyes also spun wildly as he laughed loudly:
"Hahaha..."
"It's just Tsukuyomi—I understand this ability better than you!"
"This thing is fine for bullying the weak, but facing the same Mangekyo Sharingan, it's trash!"
With the final word, the chains suddenly groaned under unbearable strain. Fine cracks appeared on the cross.
In moments, the bindings on Yasushi completely collapsed. He returned to the ground.
Yasushi's eyes widened. A violent surge of Yin Release chakra rushed forth, colliding head-on with Itachi's chakra.
Both bodies trembled violently simultaneously. Blood tears flowed from both pairs of eyes at once.
The originally stable spatial structure began trembling violently. The color that had disappeared reappeared from Yasushi's body, spreading throughout the entire space. Wherever it passed, genjutsu rules crumbled.
Itachi had no time for more words, only standing there grimly, concentrating on maintaining the genjutsu space's existence.
Both men's mental power clashed violently in midair like a tug-of-war—you advance, I retreat—locked in deadly struggle.
The genjutsu space repeatedly switched between color and black-and-white. Its shape constantly reorganized like a shattered mirror, displaying bizarre scenes—sometimes square, sometimes round, strangely shaped, making one dizzy.
While pushing his Mangekyo Sharingan ocular technique to its limit, Yasushi applied mental pressure to Itachi.
"Itachi, you should know—the more you use Sharingan, the more times you activate it, the easier it goes blind!"
"But I have good news for you. My Mangekyo Sharingan's ocular technique is called 'White Rabbit of Inaba'—a healing-type technique that can convert Yin Release chakra into Yang Release chakra, producing medical ninjutsu effects!"
"This ocular technique is amazing! Even if my eyes go blind, I can heal them!"
"Hahaha..."
"Now you understand—though I don't have another blood relative's Mangekyo Sharingan, I've effectively gained the equivalent of Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan!"
"How will you compete with me!"
However, Uchiha Itachi remained unmoved, only saying coldly:
"Whether ninjutsu, secret techniques, or bloodline limits—the core of everything ninja is chakra."
"Mangekyo Sharingan is no exception!"
"Even if your ocular technique can perform Yin-Yang Release conversion, so what?"
"Your total chakra quantity remains fixed!"
"However much Yin Release chakra you convert to Yang Release chakra, your Yin Release chakra available for combat will decrease correspondingly."
"I awakened my eyes earlier. My total Yin Release chakra exceeds yours."
"Let's see what you can do after your chakra depletes."
"Chakra quantity? Kekeke..." Yasushi laughed strangely. "Mangekyo Sharingan isn't such an inconvenient thing!"
"As long as hatred fills your heart, chakra flows endlessly!"
"If chakra runs low, just extract it from your body—squeeze out life force!"
"Such a simple problem—do I need to teach you?"
"Come come come! Today let's fight to our hearts' content! Let's see whether you go blind first or I go blind first!"
Itachi said nothing more, only concentrating on squeezing out his body's chakra, vowing to fight Yasushi to the end.
Those outside couldn't see this perilous Yin Release chakra contest. They could only see both men standing opposite each other, blood tears streaming continuously from their eyes.
Beneath the still picture was a soul struggle far more dangerous than physical attacks.
The two began deadly fighting upon meeting, completely disregarding the surrounding Akatsuki members.
But from their dialogue, everyone understood—Uchiha Itachi's reason for slaughtering his entire clan wasn't to measure his own talent, but following orders from Konoha Village's high-level leadership.
And the so-called "rogue ninja" probably wasn't true betrayal but being used specifically as a scapegoat.
"Konoha has ultimately rotted to this extent!" Orochimaru couldn't help sighing. "Fortunately I left there long ago."
"But I didn't expect the Fourth still existed, hadn't died completely. How wonderful..."
His snake-like long tongue licked around his lips. His vertical pupils filled with greedy light.
Beside him, Biwa Juzo's face darkened, clearly thinking of his own Hidden Mist Village's similarly eliminated bloodline limit clans.
"Tch, disgusting politics!"
"Say, leader, will you really just watch these two destroy each other?"
"The organization needs people right now."
"I think they're both very strong. Why not recruit both as comrades?"
Pain hovered high in midair, face grave as water, somewhat hesitant in his heart.
Originally he harbored concerns about adding another Uchiha, worried it would increase that "Madara Uchiha" faction's power. But now seeing them as fire and water—mortal enemies—he felt somewhat tempted.
"Hey, you make it sound easy! Don't you see they look like mortal enemies? How could they possibly stop fighting and willingly become comrades?" White Zetsu twisted about like having ADHD, contradicting him.
But Biwa Juzo shrugged dismissively.
"Speaking of which, which of us in this organization came here willingly?"
"Unwilling?"
"Just have the leader beat them up!"
Zetsu was about to continue arguing when Pain had already made his decision.
"Enough. Biwa Juzo makes a good point."
"Gods can encompass everything!"
"Anyone before divine might can only bow their heads in submission!"
After speaking, he raised his hand and struck between the two Uchiha. Repulsive force generated from nothing, flinging both confronting men in opposite directions.
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