pertwk Chapter 243 The weasel kills Itachi Uchiha, Sasuke awakens his Sharingan!
Chapter 243 The weasel kills Itachi Uchiha, Sasuke awakens his Sharingan!
Chapter 243 The weasel kills Itachi Uchiha, Sasuke awakens his Sharingan!
"Can't you just let me watch this show in peace?"
Obito's lazy voice fell.
Kakashi said in a deep voice, "Obito! I have something important to ask you."
Dai Wen waved his hand dismissively, looking uninterested, and didn't seem inclined to reply.
"What's the rush? Let's wait until this show is over first~"
At this point, he turned to a half-smile and said, "Such a spectacular scene of me beating myself isn't something you see every day."
Kakashi paused for a moment after hearing this, then walked to Obito's side and turned his gaze back to the battlefield.
In the field of vision, the once lush forest has been turned into scorched earth, and the ground is covered with black flames and debris, making the whole area look like hell.
"The amount of Mangekyou Sharingan—it's incredibly powerful?!"
Obito keenly caught the subtle change in Kakashi's tone, scoffed, and mocked, "Don't dream about it, Kakashi!"
He turned his head to the side, glanced at Kakashi through the mask, and said calmly:
"Neither you nor I could ever reach that level."
"Unless—you're willing to give that eye back to me."
A simple sentence made Kakashi's body stiffen suddenly, and he subconsciously reached out to cover the headband that was covering his left eye.
He stared intently at his former best friend, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.
Kakashi pondered for a long time, seemingly genuinely considering this possibility.
The two remained silent for several seconds before Kakashi finally took a deep breath and said with a sigh of relief, "I can give you back your eyes, if you agree."
"Shut up, Kakashi! You're being too long-winded."
She interrupted him rudely, quite impatiently.
Kakashi was taken aback, somewhat surprised: "Obito—"
Obito ignored him, too lazy to argue with him, and turned back to keep a close eye on the battle.
Suddenly, he called out softly, full of anticipation.
"The battle is about to be decided!"
Kakashi was also startled upon hearing this, and quickly composed himself to look down as well.
At this moment, the battle below has entered a fierce stage.
The two dark red Susanoo continued their frantic battle, each attack and defense earth-shattering.
However, careful observation reveals that the movements of one of the giants have become sluggish and stiff.
In contrast, the other Susanoo's attack remained fierce and swift, showing no signs of weakening.
The dreamscape merged into the chest cavity of his Susanoo, and at this moment his face was pale and weak.
He was panting heavily, as if the effort to maintain Susanoo was draining him dry. His chakra and ocular power were almost depleted, and intense dizziness and exhaustion were frantically assaulting his mind.
Dream Weasel strained to open its eyes wide, staring intently at the enemy before it.
The figure of the real-world fusion was becoming blurry and double in his vision, but the opponent Susanoo's offensive showed no signs of abating.
He gritted his teeth and struggled to lift the Yata Mirror on the left arm of Susanoo, using this divine weapon known as absolute defense to barely block each of Itachi's ferocious slashes.
Even though each blocked attack caused Dream Itachi's blood to surge, he dared not relax for a moment, because not far behind him was the person he was willing to risk his life to protect.
Meng Jingrong glanced at Sasuke's pale face and a firm belief rose from the depths of her heart.
No matter what, we must not let Sasuke get hurt again!
As long as he has a breath left, he will definitely stand in front of his younger brother!
Just hold on a little longer—just hold on a little longer. Since the opponent is a rogue ninja, as long as we hold on until—
The dream mingled in his heart as he roared to encourage himself, forcibly squeezing out the last of his chakra to maintain Susanoo.
But he himself was well aware that this was just a drop in the ocean.
The reality of Itachi's flawless attacks and his almost inexhaustible eye power had completely destroyed his last hope.
The person opposite him, Reality Rong, still wore a calm and indifferent expression.
Clearly, the opponent is far from reaching their limit!
"Ha ha--"
Meng Jingrong's breathing became more and more rapid and heavy, and her vision became increasingly blurred.
He felt as if all his strength had been drained, and his limbs felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
Is this the end of it?
He felt bitter, both resentful and angry, yet helpless.
He originally thought he had enough power to protect Sasuke from this world, but reality proved to be so cruel.
In such a short time, he was driven to a dead end by "himself".
Not far away, Sasuke witnessed all of this, his heart breaking but utterly helpless.
He tried his best not to shout out loud, lest Nissan be distracted; his Sharingan spun wildly, and tears streamed down his face.
Watching his Nissan struggle against the relentless onslaught of attacks, yet being completely unable to help, this sense of powerlessness almost suffocated him.
"Nissan—"
Regret, self-blame, and low self-esteem—negative emotions gnawed at the boy's heart.
If only I were a little stronger!
If I could awaken the Mangekyou Sharingan like Nii-san, how could I have let him fall into such a desperate situation!
However, there are no "what ifs" in life, and now he can only watch helplessly as his most respected and beloved brother bears everything alone.
At this time.
Finally, the real Itachi seized an opening and slammed the Totsuka Blade into the shoulder of the dream Itachi's Susanoo.
boom!!
With a deafening roar, Dream Itachi's Susanoo, already at its limit, could no longer be maintained. Its massive body cracked inch by inch from the point of contact, like shattered glass. Then, with a bang, it shattered completely into countless crystalline red chakra fragments that dissipated into the air.
"Hmm!"
The dream weasel felt a tightness in its chest, as if its internal organs were churning with a sweet, metallic taste. Unable to suppress it any longer, it felt a burning sensation in its throat and coughed up a mouthful of blood!
Without the support of Susanoo, he plummeted from mid-air and crashed heavily onto the scorched ground with a thud.
Bright red blood bloomed beneath him, staining the scorched earth red.
"Nisan!"
Sasuke shouted sternly, his legs went weak, and he stumbled and almost fell.
Witnessing Nissan vomit blood and collapse on the ground almost made him lose his mind, leaving him completely blank.
The dream weasel lay prone on the ground, its five senses blurring in waves, and it seemed as if thousands of bees were buzzing in its ears.
With each breath he took, a dull, tearing pain shot through his chest; it felt as if several of his ribs were broken, and every part of his body ached.
Blood kept gushing from his mouth, staining his clothes red.
He tried to push himself up, but all his strength seemed to have been drained by the previous blow, and he couldn't even lift a finger.
In his dream, Itachi felt waves of coldness wash over him, and a sense of powerlessness washed over him like a tidal wave.
Has it all ended in failure?
He gritted his teeth in resentment, trying to lift his head and look in Sasuke's direction.
However, the next second, a huge shadow enveloped his body.
The Susanoo that merged with reality stood beside him, its enormous body, tens of meters tall, looking down at the Dream Itachi who had fallen to the ground.
The red giant slowly raised one foot, then stomped down hard!
boom!
The enormous foot stomped heavily on Dream Itachi's chest, crushing him like an ant under its feet.
Meng Jingrong was already severely injured, and this was even more fatal.
He was almost crushed to the ground, his ribs were broken in countless places, and he spat out a large amount of blood again. The excruciating pain made his vision go black, and he let out a painful groan.
Reality pierced through Susanoo's arrogant demon-mask armor, coldly looking down at the figure lying in a pool of blood at its feet.
There was a time when he looked down at his younger brother from such a height.
But now, what he is trampling under his feet is another "self".
The mockery of fate caused a hint of complexity to flash in Itachi's eyes, but soon his gaze returned to its cold indifference.
You lost.
Reality, lofty and indifferent, pronounced its verdict.
His voice was devoid of any emotion, and Dream Weasel began to convulse violently, clearly on the verge of death.
"No!! Nii-san!!"
From afar came Sasuke's heart-wrenching roar.
Sasuke could no longer bear the successive cruel blows. His eyes were bloodshot as he watched helplessly as his enemy trampled and tortured his brother underfoot.
At that moment, Sasuke's despair erupted like a burst dam, becoming uncontrollable.
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Uchiha Sasuke have been detected! Emotional value +3000!]
Hearing her brother's heart-wrenching screams, Meng Jingrong turned her head with difficulty, and through her half-open vision, she vaguely saw Sasuke running towards her.
The dream melted my heart like a knife, and a single, murky tear slid down my cheek.
He opened his mouth, wanting Sasuke to escape quickly, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he choked on a mouthful of bloody sweetness and couldn't make a sound.
In reality, Itachi looked down at Sasuke, who was like a moth drawn to a flame, his Mangekyou Sharingan gleaming with an inexplicable light.
The moment has finally arrived—
Come on, Sasuke, let me see just how far your magnanimity can grow.
Sasuke's eyes turned red with rage, and he raised his hand to shoot out several more shuriken, all of which were deflected by Susanoo's thick armor without even causing a ripple.
Facing an enemy as unshakeable as a mountain, Sasuke's eyes turned bloodshot.
But more often than not, there is a feeling of helplessness.
He had no other option but to vent his despair through futile attacks.
Itachi coldly observed Sasuke's hysterical state, then suddenly let out a low laugh.
"Hehehe—hahahaha—"
Sasuke's heart skipped a beat, and he paused for half a second, staring blankly up at the sight.
Inside the Susanoo's chest cavity, Itachi was staring at him, his deep red Mangekyou Sharingan like two cold abysses, reflecting Sasuke's small figure.
"I don't know what method you used to make this dead person reappear before me—"
"Wh-what?"
Sasuke froze, his mind almost stopping.
Itachi paused, then said coldly, "However, can I personally kill Uchiha Itachi again?"
"All of this is thanks to you, my dear—Oh Bean!"
Sasuke was struck dumb upon hearing this, and stood frozen in place.
"What do you mean by that?!"
He questioned her in a trembling voice, but Rong didn't give him a chance to sort out his thoughts.
"It means..."
Itachi laughed maniacally, manipulating his Susanoo to raise the massive Totsuka Blade high, its tip pointing directly at the dying Dream Itachi on the ground: "If you hadn't brought him here! If he hadn't cared about you so much! How could I have so easily—found an opportunity to send him back to the Pure Realm?!"
Before the words were even finished!
puff!
In reality, Itachi controlled Susanoo, and the massive Totsuka Blade, imbued with an aura of annihilation, pierced through Itachi's chest in the dream world without mercy!
The sound of a sword piercing flesh was clearly audible. Meng Jingrong lay on her back on the ground, her chest pierced through by a long, crimson sword, the tip of which was deeply embedded in the soil beneath her!
"Well!"
Meng Jingrong felt a jolt throughout her body, which then convulsed violently.
An indescribable, excruciating pain instantly assaulted his remaining nerves; his eyes widened, and his pupils suddenly dilated.
He turned his head with difficulty and looked into the distance.
Through his fragmented vision, he saw Sasuke kneeling stiffly on the ground, staring blankly at him.
The younger brother's face was filled with despair and confusion, his pupils trembling incessantly, as if his soul had been ripped away.
The dream weasel's heart was torn apart by this scene.
With his last ounce of strength, he gave Sasuke a gentle smile, his lips moving silently: "I'm sorry, Sasuke, I—"
However, before he could finish speaking, the sealing power of the Totsuka Sword was activated!
Meng Jingrong's body twisted and was quickly sucked into the gourd at the hilt of the Ten Fist Sword!
The conversation abruptly ended.
"No!"
Sasuke felt as if something important had been completely erased from the world.
He desperately stretched out his arms, trying to grab something, but in the empty air, there was no trace of his brother.
The Dream Weasel has completely vanished, leaving only a pool of still-wet blood on the ground, a testament to its existence.
"Thump—"
Sasuke felt as if all his strength had been drained in an instant; his knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees.
His mind went blank, the world before him lost its color and sound, and only deathly silence remained between heaven and earth.
The smell of blood filled his nostrils, making him feel nauseous, yet he seemed oblivious to it.
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Uchiha Sasuke have been detected! Emotional value +4000!]
Sasuke's lips moved slightly, uttering a hoarse murmur:
"It was me—who killed Nissan—"
As soon as the words left his mouth, tears mixed with blood blurred his vision once again.
Yes—it was me who brought Nissan from the dream to this godforsaken place—
It was me who distracted him to protect me.
It was my fault that Nissan died!
Extreme regret, self-blame, and sorrow overwhelmed Sasuke like a tsunami.
His eyes were lifeless, his hands hung limply at his sides, and large tears rolled down his cheeks, dripping onto the scorched earth and splashing up dust.
Then, an even more terrifying thought struck him like lightning!
Again—kill them once more—
Sasuke's pupils suddenly contracted.
Could it be—could it be that Nissan of this world—was also trying to protect me back then, which is why he was killed by this bastard—
"Ugh—Aaaaaaah!!"
Countless thoughts exploded in his mind, and Sasuke felt as if his heart was being torn apart by anger and pain!
He roared to the sky like a wounded beast, filled with deep-seated hatred and heart-wrenching grief. Sasuke screamed and slammed his fist into the ground, sending dirt flying everywhere.
He clutched his head with both hands, his fingers gripping his hair so tightly they seemed to be tearing his scalp apart, and his whole body trembled violently.
Just as Sasuke was screaming in despair, the three-tomoe Sharingan in his eyes began to undergo a terrifying change!
Within those blood-red pupils, the three black tomoe that had been swimming steadily now began to spin violently, as fast as a wildly spinning vortex.
The scarlet color in his eyes grew even deeper—
Immediately afterwards, the shapes of the three magatama began to twist and deform in a strange way, as if an invisible force was pulling them closer and merging them together. Finally, the magatama completely merged into one, transforming into a brand new and complex pattern!
As the new pupil pattern took shape, a cold, powerful, and endlessly hateful new pupil power suddenly erupted, bursting forth from Sasuke's eyes like a flood bursting its banks!
The invisible fluctuations of his pupil power even caused the air to tremble.
Sasuke's face, which was originally streaked with tears from crying, was now twisted and terrifying from the burning flames of hatred.
He suddenly raised his head, revealing his newly formed Mangekyou Sharingan.
Its base color was scarlet like blood, and the black pattern in the center resembled a blooming black lotus. At the same time, its eyes were locked on the reality fusion in Susanoo above!
"Die!!"
The words fell.
A strange thing happened!
The Amaterasu black flames that were originally burning wildly suddenly became violent the moment Sasuke's Mangekyou Sharingan power erupted, as if they had suddenly sensed their true master.
A series of rapid burning and explosions rang out, and the black flames that filled the sky and the ground seemed to be under some invisible command, soaring up several meters high at the same time.
Immediately afterwards, these black flames, which were originally scattered in various places, all changed direction and rushed towards Susanoo in the center of the field as if they were alive.
On the ground and on broken branches in the forest, every cluster of black flames was simultaneously drawn by some force, transforming into black dragons that shot towards Susanoo.
The massive body of Susanoo was instantly surrounded and engulfed by millions of black flames.
The scene resembled a black tsunami converging towards the center, with the red Susanoo as the isolated island at the heart of the tsunami.
In a mere instant, the torrent of black flames crashed into Susanoo's body, then devoured it like a giant maw, completely engulfing the entire red giant in an endless sea of black fire!
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