Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

He grinned, revealing a set of sharp teeth. "Moreover, even Orochimaru seems to have suffered a considerable loss at his hands, and in the end, he managed to escape in front of everyone in Konoha."

Kisame looked at Itachi with great interest.

"It's really amazing that a twelve-year-old kid can do something like this."

Itachi listened quietly, and under the shadow of his straw hat, ripples appeared in his usually calm Sharingan eyes.

Has that child... grown up to this extent?

The hatred he harbored back then truly propelled him onto this thorny path to becoming a powerful figure.

An indescribable emotion, a mixture of relief, pain, and deeper worry, quietly surged within him.

Sasuke has become stronger, which is what he hoped for.

But being associated with Orochimaru is something he doesn't want to see.

After a long while, Itachi slowly put down his teacup, making a soft, crisp sound, suppressing all his surging emotions once again.

"Just a foolish brat eager to chase after power."

His voice was as cold as ever, devoid of any emotion.

Chapter 84 is coming!

Uchiha Itachi downed the tea in his cup in one gulp, his gaze involuntarily falling on the plate of three-colored dumplings on the table, the last one remaining.

The taste is still the same as it was back then.

It's so sweet it's almost cloying, yet it can stir up some long-dormant emotions.

He slowly reached out, preparing to pick up the last string of meatballs.

However, his fingertips had not yet touched the bamboo skewer.

"Sizzle—!!!"

A chilling aura suddenly swept in from the other end of the street!

The sound was like a thousand birds singing in unison, yet it carried a deeper sense of deathly stillness.

"Um?!"

Itachi Uchiha reacted quickly, his eyes narrowing sharply as the three tomoe spun rapidly in an instant.

Before he could even think, his left hand had already grabbed Kisame Hoshigaki's collar, and he was forced to retreat backward!

Immediately, a condensed black and white lightning bolt, like a spear thrown by a god, pierced through the dessert shop in an instant!

There was no violent explosion, only a piercing shriek.

The bolt of lightning passed precisely through the spot where the two had just been standing, carving a smooth trench through the wooden tables and chairs, the walls, and even the street behind them, before disappearing into the distance.

The dessert shop was neatly split in two by this silent blow.

At the cut, black and white arcs of electricity were still crackling, radiating an aura of destruction.

The plate of three-colored meatballs was perfectly intact, right at the edge of the cut, except for a slightly burnt smell.

"what?!"

The surrounding customers were terrified by this sudden turn of events and screamed as they fled in all directions.

In just a few breaths, the once bustling commercial street was reduced to a shop split in two, and two figures emerging from the ruins.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

At the other end of the street, a small, thin figure emerged step by step from the shadows.

He was still wearing the same blue short shirt that Itachi Uchiha was familiar with, but now he had a long, jet-black sword hanging at his waist, alongside another light blue sword.

His face was expressionless, but his dark eyes, spanning years, remained fixed on the figure he longed for.

"An interesting kid..."

Kisame Hoshigaki slowly lowered the large sword from his shoulder, a look of interest in his eyes. "That attack just now, was it you who did it?"

Itachi remained silent.

He simply stood there quietly, the shadow of his straw hat obscuring most of his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

Sasuke stopped in his tracks.

Ignoring the shark-faced man carrying a large knife, he only ever had eyes for one person.

"Uchiha Itachi..."

His voice was soft, yet it carried a suppressed hatred that almost materialized.

"I've come to kill you."

"Sasuke..."

Itachi finally spoke slowly, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger, "It seems that your encounter with Orochimaru in the Forest of Death last time did not teach you what reverence is."

"Shut up."

Sasuke's voice turned cold, "Don't compare me to that insect-like guy."

He slowly raised his hand and grasped the black Indra sword at his waist.

"My affairs are none of your business."

"Really?"

Kisame Hoshigaki chuckled again, took a step forward, and dragged his massive sharkskin on the ground, making a screeching sound.

"If you want to fight Itachi, you'll have to ask Samehada in my hand first."

Sasuke finally turned his gaze to this unrelated "obstacle" for the first time.

"My only target is him."

Sasuke's voice was soft, yet it made Kisame Hoshigaki's grinning face pause slightly.

"Blocking the way..."

He slowly pulled the "Indra" out half an inch, and a wisp of black flame silently ignited on the blade.

"Kill them all together."

"Huh?" Kisame Hoshigaki laughed in anger, just as he was about to make his move.

"Kisame." Itachi's voice rang out just in time, stopping him.

Itachi slowly raised his head, his Sharingan scrutinizing his younger brother intently.

"You are weak."

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying the judgmental quality unique to those in a position of power.

Why are you so weak?

That's because...

"Your hatred is not enough."

However, to Itachi's surprise, Sasuke was not provoked as he had expected.

He simply let out a low, sarcastic laugh.

"Heh... am I that weak?"

"hatred?"

Sasuke raised his head, and his dark eyes were swallowed by a pure darkness at that moment.

"Then I'll show you..."

"What is true hatred?"

The moment he finished speaking, he completely pulled out the "Indra" sword, which was burning with black flames!

"Moon, please return to silence..."

"Fill this emptiness with revenge—Indra!!!"

boom--!!!

A dark red spiritual pressure surged into the sky, instantly tearing his blue short shirt to shreds. In its place was a Shinigami uniform with black flames burning at the hem.

Kisame Hoshigaki's small eyes sparkled with a mixture of curiosity and excitement as he examined Sasuke's shihaka outfit made of black flames with great interest.

“Mr. Itachi.”

His voice held a hint of amusement, "This black flame... seems to be the same as yours."

"Ah."

Itachi responded softly.

In that instant, a thought flashed through my mind.

In order to gain the power to kill himself, did Sasuke prematurely awaken those cursed eyes amidst extreme hatred and pain?

Kaleidoscope Sharingan.

He had prepared for this; this was the path he had paved for his younger brother.

I just didn't expect this day to come so soon.

However, when his Sharingan pierced through the surging black and red spiritual pressure and clearly captured the scene in Sasuke's eye sockets, it was a scene completely different from what he had imagined.

In those eyes, only three tomoe were slowly rotating.

It is not a kaleidoscope.

That force...

What exactly is going on with this flame that is exactly the same as Amaterasu's?

Just as Itachi was lost in this brief moment of thought, Sasuke made his move.

The figure vanished silently from the spot.

In the next instant, he appeared behind Itachi, the "Indra" in his hand drawing a silent and deadly black arc, aiming straight for Itachi's unsuspecting back!