Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

He had appeared beside Kisame without anyone noticing, and his scarlet Sharingan clearly reflected Sasuke's astonished face.

"Your sword isn't fast enough," Itachi's voice rang out calmly.

Immediately afterwards...

"Sizzle—!"

A violent burst of black and white lightning erupted from Sasuke's wrist without warning!

Itachi Uchiha's pupils narrowed sharply as a piercing, burning pain shot through his arm, causing him to instinctively release his grip.

He floated backward, creating a distance of several meters.

Itachi slowly raised his right hand, revealing that the sleeve of his arm had been torn apart by lightning, leaving a charred burn mark on his skin. Tiny black and white arcs of electricity still flickered uneasily at the wound, emanating an aura of annihilation.

He looked at his younger brother, a rare solemnity appearing in his eyes.

Conventional fighting methods are no longer effective against him.

Moreover, if we delay any longer, it will be difficult to leave once Jiraiya arrives.

More importantly...

Sasuke's hatred grew too "powerful" and too "confident".

That's not right.

He had to be here, using the cruelest methods, to re-etch the mark of "weakness" and "despair" that he needed into the depths of Sasuke's soul.

Thinking of this, the last trace of reluctance in Itachi's eyes quietly faded away.

He slowly raised his head, and the three tomoe spun rapidly, eventually condensing into a pitch-black pattern like a shuriken.

Kaleidoscope Sharingan.

"Sasuke."

Itachi's voice was very soft, "Look into my eyes."

Sasuke's heart skipped a beat; those eyes...

It was a nightmare from that night!

I instinctively tried to avoid it, but my body felt as if it were nailed to the spot.

That attraction, originating from the depths of his blood, made it impossible for him to look away.

The moment their eyes met, Itachi felt a slight pang of pain.

I'm sorry, Sasuke...

Tsukuyomi.

.......

Sasuke felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and when his consciousness returned, he found himself bound to a blood-red cross, unable to move.

The sky held that eerie blood moon he was familiar with.

All around were the Uchiha clan's territory, littered with corpses.

A tall figure slowly emerged from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, holding a long sword that was still dripping blood in his hand.

It's Uchiha Itachi.

"I've already told you, Sasuke."

His voice echoed in this deathly silent world, full of mockery: "Your hatred is not enough."

Sasuke's pupils contracted sharply.

The next second, the figure of "Itachi" raised the sword in its hand.

"Pfft—!"

The cold blade pierced his chest without any resistance.

Extreme pain instantly spread throughout my body.

But this is just the beginning.

He saw that "weasel" repeatedly stabbing his parents' bodies with the knife in his hand.

He saw his long-deceased clansmen rise one by one from the pool of blood, their empty eyes silently questioning him—

Why are you the only one alive?

Hallucinations, pain, whispers, torture...

Every second felt like torture in hell.

The spirit is being torn apart repeatedly, and the soul is wailing.

If it were me a few years ago, I probably would have completely collapsed in an instant and sunk into this endless despair.

but......

"Uh...ah..."

A suppressed roar of extreme pain escaped Sasuke's throat.

He suddenly raised his head and stared intently at the "Itachi" that kept repeating the scene of slaughter.

not enough!

This level of pain is far from enough!

This illusion...this mental torture...

That's not enough... to bring me down!

"Before you die..."

Sasuke's body trembled violently, and his consciousness was on the verge of collapse.

His hatred for Itachi became the only pillar supporting him.

"Before I kill you with my own hands..."

"How could I... possibly... collapse here?!"

……

The world of Tsukuyomi shattered with a deafening roar.

In reality, time passes in the blink of an eye.

Sasuke's body could no longer support him, and he collapsed heavily to his knees, splashing water everywhere.

He lowered his head, braced himself on the ground with his hands, his body trembled violently, and he gasped for breath.

But he did not collapse because of this.

Those bloodshot eyes remained fixed on the figure in front of them.

Uchiha Itachi stood there quietly, and for the first time, his face beneath the straw hat revealed an undisguised shock.

How... is this possible?

This is the first time.

For the first time, someone has managed to remain conscious after enduring their entire "Tsukuyomi".

“Mr. Itachi, your younger brother is truly remarkable.”

A hoarse voice came from the side, and Kisame Hoshigaki walked slowly to Sasuke with heavy steps.

"I've never seen anyone remain conscious after enduring your complete 'Tsukuyomi' before."

Kisame slowly raised the large sword in his hand, aiming it at the still trembling nape of the neck.

"However, let's leave it at that."

no......

Sasuke gritted his teeth.

We can't give up yet!

I haven't... killed him yet!

Sasuke used all his strength to forcefully shove the "Takemikazuchi" beside him into the ground, trying to prop up his unresponsive body.

In that final moment of his struggle—

A deep humming sound suddenly rang out from his waist!

It was that Zanpakuto that represented his hatred for himself—

Indra!

What... is going on?

Is it responding to my will?

Or is it...?

What are they urging us to do?

Just as Sasuke was confused, an arrogant voice suddenly resounded in his mental world.

"Next..."

"Change of players!"

Chapter 88 The Third Power!

The next instant, Sasuke, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly stiffened.

Then, in an extremely bizarre manner, it slowly stood up.

Kisame's Samehada, which was about to be swung down, instinctively stopped in mid-air.

He could clearly sense that the aura emanating from the boy in front of him had changed.

It was an undisguised aura of destruction.