Naruto: I can synthesize psychic beasts

He knew that this had gone beyond the scope of an ordinary ninja. She possessed extremely firm beliefs and extraordinary wisdom, and was worthy of respect and admiration.

Then, Itachi made an attacking gesture again. His eyes were sharp, and the Ten-fist Sword in his hand flashed with dazzling light, like thunder from the sky, rushing towards him with indestructible pressure.

This earth-shattering and soul-stirring battle will continue until the winner is decided.

In this fierce battle, they displayed immense strength, each move and form filled with breathtaking power. Their fighting styles varied, some excelling at ranged attacks, others at close combat, yet their abilities complemented each other, forming a unique tactical coordination.

In the storm, they kept intertwining and entangled with each other, flipping and jumping from time to time, as if two agile cheetahs were chasing prey.

Their speed was astonishingly fast, and every clash was accompanied by a loud explosion and sparks, making the air around them become scorching hot.

In this fierce battle, he relied on his wisdom and courage to successfully resolve Itachi's many attacks and gradually gained the upper hand.

She knew that as long as she persevered, she would be able to win and save the world.

Faced with such a terrible attack, he did not retreat,

On the contrary, she went all out to display her strongest defense - "Dawn Blue Shield".

It was a protective shield constructed from a special water technique, which had extremely strong defensive capabilities.

But even so, Kisame was still seriously injured. A large hole was burned through the aquamarine shield, and the flames spread to her whole body, causing her unbearable pain. She struggled to get up, but found that she was too weak to stand.

At this time, she slowly walked up to him and said softly: "You have tried your best. I admire your courage and perseverance."

Hearing this, she felt a little warm in her heart. She raised her head, looked at Itachi's cold and ruthless face, smiled and said: "Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Itachi. Although I failed this time, I will continue to work hard and fight for peace."

He nodded slightly, then turned and left.

Before he left, he left a message: "I hope that when we meet again next time, you will have become a truly strong person."

The story begins on a quiet night.

But the tranquility was broken by the dazzling golden giant sword. There was a duel between two powerful ninjas - both were fighting with great enthusiasm, their eyes filled with determination and resolve.

His eyes were fixed on the golden sword in the orange-red giant's hand, his heart beat faster and his blood boiled.

He knew very well that the outcome of this battle depended on whether he could hit his opponent accurately and whether the opponent could successfully avoid his next attack.

Itachi's face was pale, with blood at the corner of his mouth, and his Sharingan was covered with bloodshot, as if telling of his pain.

However, his eyes remained firm and his will remained strong. He understood that this battle was not only about his personal honor, but also about the fate of the entire family.

The orange-red giant's eyes were like bright lights in the darkness, illuminating the way forward.

It lowered the circular shield in its right hand and instead gripped the flaming hilt of the golden giant sword with both hands. At this moment, the air was filled with tension, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the upcoming fierce collision.

There was a rustling sound under Kisame's feet, his body trembled slightly, but his eyes remained firm.

He used the dynamic vision of the Sharingan to the fullest extent, concentrating on observing the movements of the orange-red giant.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and the dark night instantly became bright.

At this moment, the orange-red giant launched an attack at the same time. His body shimmered under the baptism of lightning. His chakra was almost exhausted, but he still struggled to retreat, trying to avoid the attack range of the golden giant sword.

The golden giant sword in the hand of the orange-red giant swept out unhindered, shaking the earth, cutting the buildings along the way into two, and triggering a violent storm that blew up countless rubble and trees.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly as he saw that he had successfully avoided the sweeping range of the golden giant sword.

However, before he could be happy, the blade of the golden giant sword suddenly stretched and lengthened, and directly pierced into the solid wall in the distance.

His pupils suddenly contracted, his scalp felt tingling, and endless fear surged in his heart.

He knew that if he didn't react in time, his life would be in danger.

He couldn't help but let out a low groan, and blood flowed out of the wound, staining his clothes and pants red.

A figure flashed in front of him, holding a kunai in his hand and his eyes were cold and ruthless.

Kisame gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and struggled hard to get out of the predicament.

However, Itachi didn't give him any chance.

He approached quickly, and the kunai in his hand turned into a cold light and went straight to the chest.

At this moment, a strong desire to survive surged in my heart.

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Chapter 808: Heaven and Earth Without Light

In that night sky, the moonlight was dim,

The sky was covered with dark clouds, deafening thunders were heard one after another, and raindrops fell like pearls, washing the earth rapidly and powerfully. The whole world seemed to be plunged into endless darkness.

In this scene, a young man named A Fei is struggling to survive on the ruins.

He was once the person he admired most, but now he has become his biggest enemy.

Ah Fei's breathing was weak, blood was oozing from the wound on his chest, and his face was as pale as paper.

His vitality seemed to have reached its limit and could dissipate at any time. In such a difficult and harsh environment, he still insisted on protecting his eyes. This deep love is very touching!

Suddenly, a figure appeared on the destructive high wall at lightning speed, covered in a black raincoat, the eye on his right hand was blood red as fire, and full of mysterious black totems.

This mysterious visitor seemed to come from the underworld, which made people tremble with fear.

He sighed softly: "Oh, has the situation seen any breakthrough?" After he said these words, his figure gradually disappeared into the air, leaving the people present with deep shock and confusion.

At this moment, he was lying powerlessly on the muddy ground, his eyes fell on Xiaonan opposite him, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

His heart was filled with contradictions and confusion, and he didn't know how to face the reality before him.

However, when he saw the dying figure, a strong emotion surged in his heart. He wanted to know the truth, he wanted to know why Ah Fei did this.

So, he raised his head and shouted out the question in his heart with all his strength: "Obito, why?"

When Ah Fei heard this, he slowly turned his head and looked.

His eyes were filled with fatigue and helplessness, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Because this is reality..."

"Reality?" he asked doubtfully.

"Yes."

Hearing this, Xiaonan became even more confused. He didn't believe what Obito said, and he felt that there must be a deeper secret behind this.

However, he was not given more time to think.

His vitality became weaker and weaker, his vision gradually blurred, and his consciousness gradually drifted away. Finally, he closed his eyes and left this world forever.

Looking at the corpse, Xiaonan felt mixed emotions.

He didn't know how to face this cruel fact. He didn't know how to accept that Ah Fei, who once loved Xiao deeply, had become his enemy.

However, no matter what, she is someone he can never forget.

He will always remember this deep friendship, and move forward bravely with this feeling.

In the vast history of the Uchiha clan, the shining name is like a star,

Obito and Rin are the two most dazzling ones. However, the shackles of fate are ruthlessly placed on them, making their lives full of endless joys and sorrows.

On a stormy night, Obito lay quietly on the bed, the breath of life gradually fading away. His eyes revealed deep helplessness and reluctance, as if telling a memorable story.

"Lin, do you know? I once wanted to use my eye technique to change your will and leave you with one last chance of survival. Because no matter what the truth is, we cannot survive in this world alone. However, since you have made a new choice and learned the truth, then letting you appear in the world as a filthy person is undoubtedly an insult to you..."

Obito coughed softly a few times, and the blood at the corner of his mouth became thicker.

His voice was weak but firm, as if he was mumbling something crucial to himself.

"In the past, I had a dream of becoming a Hokage. However, I was too conceited and neglected the people and things around me, so I have achieved nothing until now." He raised his head and gazed at the night sky in the distance, his eyes full of helplessness and emotion.

"Even though time flies, I can still recall that scene clearly; Lin, your death... perhaps it was at that moment that my life was driven by that firm belief." He murmured to himself, with a hint of firmness and a hint of regret in his words.

"After all, it is my own ideas that constrain me. So please forgive me, Lin. This may be the last time. Please live your life according to your own thoughts."

Tears streamed down his cheeks, Obito's vision became blurry, and his breathing became more and more labored.

At this moment, Lin in the dream stood beside him, looking up at the gloomy sky with empty eyes. He did not show too much sadness or anger about Obito's impending death, but just listened to the words silently without saying a word.

His heart suddenly ached, as if it was being cut by a knife, and Lin felt that his soul was about to break free from his chest. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh, but he could not feel the slightest pain.

"Lin, you must remember that your life does not belong to you alone. You must remember that there will always be someone in this world who loves you..."

"But until I died, I was unable to create a world with you..."

The sound of the mortgage picture became smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared.

Obito slowly closed his eyes, tears silently sliding down his face. His heart was filled with pain, sadness, confusion and endless loneliness.

Just then, a strong wind blew by.

The windows were blown open and the rain poured down, soaking everything in the room.

Obito's body trembled slightly, and he felt as if he was in a world of ice and snow, cold to the bone.

However, at this moment, a warm current rose from the bottom of his heart and warmed his whole body. He opened his eyes and found himself lying on a comfortable bed, surrounded by a familiar environment.

It turned out that everything that happened just now was just a dream. Obito breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his tears, and prepared to get up.

Just then, footsteps were heard outside the door, and then a kind old woman walked in.

"Little Obito, you finally woke up!" The old woman's face was filled with a joyful smile and her eyes were shining with concern.

"Grandma..." he called softly, his eyes full of emotion.

The old woman walked over to the bed and sat down, gently stroking Obito's hair, and said softly: "You have been unconscious for several days. It's really heartbreaking."

He nodded slightly, but his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Although he knew that these were all illusions, the real feelings were so sincere.

"Okay, it's okay now. Little Obito, don't be so willful in the future." The old woman said with a smile, her eyes full of pampering.

Obito nodded, his heart filled with gratitude and guilt. He knew that all this was arranged by fate and was a gift from that person.

Just then, the noisy sound of rain came from outside the window, like millions of drumsticks beating the earth.

I looked up and looked at the rain outside the window, and an inexplicable impulse surged in my heart.

At midnight, thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and a heavy rain was slowly falling.

In the distant Rain Country, everything has turned into a swamp.

A frail woman, clad in a beautiful yet thin nightgown, stood alone on a second-floor balcony, gazing up at the dark sky. She seemed to be asking a question, perhaps lost in thought. Her name was Xiaonan.