dmims Chapter 244 Haki Weasel, was this all part of your plan?
Chapter 244 Haki Weasel, was this all part of your plan?
Chapter 244 Haki Weasel, was this all part of your plan?
Black flames enveloped Susanoo, pulsating wildly.
Not far away, Sasuke, his face pale, stared intently at the figure in the black flames. His eyes, wide open to their limit, were filled with pain, sorrow, and an almost twisted ferocity.
"Go to hell! You beast!"
However, with this extreme emotional outburst, and the enormous consumption brought about by using the Mangekyou Sharingan for the first time, Sasuke felt a piercing pain in his eyes, blood and tears streaming down his face, his mind buzzing, and he felt dizzy and his vision suddenly went dark.
The next second, his body could no longer support him, as if all his strength had been drained away. His knees buckled, and he fell forward as he ran.
Finally, he fell heavily onto the scorched ground with a thud.
Just as Sasuke collapsed unconscious, the Susanoo, enveloped in black flames, suddenly froze in the distance.
The next moment, a faint light suddenly appeared on the blade of the Totsuka Sword held in Susanoo's right hand, and the gourd mouth at the hilt opened.
It takes time; an invisible, enormous suction force arises out of nowhere.
The black flames that had been raging uncontrollably seemed to have lost their anchor, and under the suction force, they twisted and contracted rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, they were all sucked into the gourd mouth of the sword hilt like a whale swallowing its prey!
In just a few breaths, the Amaterasu Black Flame completely disappeared from the surface of Susanoo.
"call--""
As the black flames completely dissipated, the enormous Susanoo gradually faded away, eventually vanishing into thin air.
A figure silently descended from mid-air and landed steadily on the scorched earth littered with debris.
It was Itachi Uchiha.
He glanced around; the dust on the messy ground hadn't yet dissipated, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning. He then took a few steps forward, looked down at the unconscious Sasuke, and saw that Sasuke was just exhausted and otherwise unharmed, which made him secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
Then, a look of exhaustion, relief, and satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
Sasuke became—
Rong's gaze slowly moved to Sasuke's still tightly closed eyes.
Sasuke has finally awakened his Sharingan, and his eye power is even stronger than he expected!
the other side.
Obito silently witnessed all of this.
"As expected—he awakened? And this eye power—to be able to control Amaterasu of such scale right after opening his eyes? Itachi's younger brother is no ordinary person."
Kakashi recovered from the shock he had just experienced.
He glanced at the devastated battlefield, then at the unconscious Sasuke, confirming that the battle was over.
Kakashi immediately turned to Obito: "Obito, it's me."
"Ah~ Kakashi." Obito waved his hand dismissively, lazily interrupting, "Excuse me, I suddenly remembered I have some urgent business at home, Kano."
Since the show was over, there was no need for him to stay here.
Before he finished speaking, the space around him suddenly rippled with twisted waves!
With a strange spatial fluctuation, Obito's figure began to twist and blur rapidly, as if his entire body was being crumpled by an invisible giant hand.
"No—Obito, wait a minute!" Kakashi's expression changed, and he immediately reached out his hand to stop him.
However, before he could even touch his opponent, the distorted ripples suddenly contracted, and Obito vanished from his spot, leaving only a few faint ripples in the air that slowly dissipated.
Kakashi's outstretched hand froze in mid-air for a long time before slowly lowering itself, his face filled with dejection and helplessness.
really-
It would be too much of a stretch to capture Obito before he could fully master Kamui.
Kakashi felt an indescribable bitterness welling up in his heart as his former best friend slipped away from him once again.
Thinking of this, Kakashi shook his head and put Obito's matter aside for the time being.
He leaped and landed lightly from the treetops onto the scorched earth and gravel, then strode quickly toward the spot where Sasuke had fallen.
There, Itachi Uchiha stood quietly beside his younger brother, gazing down at Sasuke, who was still unconscious.
Hearing footsteps behind him, Itachi slightly raised his head and slowly turned to look at the approaching person.
Upon recognizing Kakashi, the complex expression on his face quickly vanished, replaced by his usual calm and collected demeanor.
"Kakashi-senpai."
Itachi called out in a calm tone, as if he had just killed some passing ninja, not himself.
He gestured with his eyes to his unconscious younger brother.
"Sass-gei—he just fainted from exhaustion, his body is fine, but he needs to rest. I'll leave him in your care from now on."
Upon hearing this, Kakashi lowered his head and looked at Sasuke lying on the ground.
The boy's eyes were closed, his face was pale and showed signs of dull pain, but his breathing was still steady and he was not seriously injured.
Kakashi nodded solemnly and said, "I understand. Was all of this part of your plan?"
Rong remained silent.
Silence is also a form of response.
He took one last deep look at his younger brother, his gaze complex and unfathomable, as if he were both reluctant to part with him and relieved of a heavy burden.
He then turned around decisively and prepared to leave.
"etc!"
Seeing that Ryo was about to walk away without looking back, Kakashi's heart tightened. He quickly stepped forward and called out from behind, "You—did you really kill him?"
Itachi paused slightly in his departing steps, but did not turn back. He replied in his usual indifferent voice, "Of course not. I merely sealed him away using the power of the Totsuka Blade."
In fact, there was something else Rong wanted to say but didn't.
He would never kill that guy. What if he killed him and then couldn't enter the dream world again?
Hearing Itachi's reply, Kakashi secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."
Kakashi knew that if the Fury in the dream were to truly disappear from the dream because Sasuke died in reality, Sasuke would probably never be able to escape that shadow.
Itachi did not respond further, nor did he linger.
His figure suddenly transformed into countless black feathers that fluttered in the air, scattering in all directions.
With a few clear crow cries, feathers drifted down and disappeared, and Uchiha Itachi had already vanished.
Kakashi stared at the black feathers falling from the sky, speechless for a long time.
After a long while, he looked down at Sasuke on the ground, sighed wearily, and felt a surge of pity in his heart.
Children of this age should be growing up carefree, but instead they have to bear such a heavy past and pain.
Kakashi silently crouched down and carefully lifted Sasuke up from the ground.
A gentle breeze swept across the battlefield, stirring up a few specks of ashes.
Kakashi, however, had already vanished in an instant.
Time passed, and soon night fell.
At this moment, in a ward at Konoha Hospital, Sasuke was lying quietly on the hospital bed.
Despite the severe trauma he suffered during the day, he remains unconscious.
After an unknown amount of time, his eyelashes suddenly trembled slightly, and his tightly closed eyes slowly opened.
When Sasuke opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar ceiling and the soft, warm bedding beneath him.
He returned to the home in his dream.
This time, however, unlike his usual excited leaps out of bed and rush into the room, Sasuke lay motionless on the bed, his empty gaze fixed on the ceiling.
Cold, unbearable memories of reality kept flooding my mind.
The image of Nissan being mercilessly pierced through the chest by that Totsuka sword, the unfinished apology he uttered before his death, and the utter despair of watching helplessly as he fell—all these elements evoked a profound sense of loss.
Those cruel memories were like a giant hand, gripping Sasuke's heart so tightly that he could barely breathe.
Nissan—
He huddled under the covers, his fists clenched, his body trembling slightly uncontrollably.
Will he still be here?
The immense fear and guilt weighed on his chest like two mountains, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Sasuke felt a surge of heat in his eyes as the tragedies he had experienced in reality resurfaced in his mind.
He was filled with remorse and self-blame, his heart aching as if it were being torn apart.
If it weren't for me, Nissan wouldn't have been in danger, and this wouldn't have happened!
It's all my fault!
[Ding! Sasuke's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +800!]
Sasuke was terrified.
He was afraid to go downstairs, afraid to face the living room that Nissan might no longer be there, afraid to confirm the worst guess in his heart.
At this moment, he would rather remain curled up in this small room forever, deceiving himself and pretending that nothing had happened.
At least this way, he can still retain that last glimmer of hope.
And so, Sasuke remained curled up under the cover of the blankets for a long time.
If he could, he would never want to leave this room.
Just then, his mother Mikoto's gentle voice called from outside the door, "Sasuke, get up and eat! Why are you still lazing in bed today?"
With light footsteps, the door was gently pushed open.
Mikoto leaned in and saw that her youngest son was still curled up in bed and refused to get up.
A look of both exasperation and concern flashed across her face as she walked to the bedside and asked with concern, "Sasuke, what's wrong? You look so pale. Did you have a nightmare?"
As she spoke, Mikoto bent down and gently touched Sasuke's forehead.
Touching the familiar warmth of his mother's palm, Sasuke's nose suddenly stung, and he almost burst into tears on the spot.
He took a deep breath, forcing back his surging emotions, and managed a smile that looked worse than a grimace. He said in a hoarse voice, "No—it's alright, Mother. I'll get up right away—"
As he said this, he didn't even dare to look his mother in the eye, and could only look away guiltily.
Mikoto was still a little worried, so she reached out and touched Sasuke's forehead again, asking with concern, "Are you really alright?"
Why don't you rest at home a little longer? Don't push yourself if you're not feeling well.
Sasuke's heart tightened, and he quickly waved his hand, "R-really, it's not necessary, Mother. I'm fine, really fine."
Seeing this, Mikoto could only sigh softly, carefully observing Sasuke's expression. Seeing that he really didn't want to say more, she was worried but didn't press him further.
She simply said softly, "Alright then, Mom won't disturb your rest any longer. Get up and come downstairs for breakfast, or it'll get cold."
Mikoto drew back the curtains for Sasuke, letting the morning sunlight and fresh air flood the room, and then considerately dusted off his messy bedding.
After confirming that her son's emotions had stabilized somewhat, Mikoto turned around and left the room, closing the door behind her.
The moment the door closed, Sasuke's bitter, forced smile crumbled instantly.
He sat blankly on the edge of the bed, staring at his outstretched hands, his palms covered in sticky, cold sweat.
After an unknown amount of time, Sasuke finally took a deep breath, slowly got up from the bed, and began to mechanically put on his clothes.
Every simple movement was incredibly difficult for him at that moment.
He slowly put on his coat and trousers, fastened his headband, and then walked blankly toward the door.
He slowly descended the stairs, each step making a heavy creak, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, as if he were walking step by step toward the execution ground.
As Sasuke got closer to the living room on the first floor, he held his breath and listened intently to the sounds coming from downstairs.
There was no cheerful laughter like in the mornings of the past, no family conversations, and no clinking of cutlery.
He was met with only deathly silence.
The ominous premonition grew stronger.
Finally, he reached the last step of the stairs leading to the living room and stopped.
Sasuke stood at the corner of the stairs, gripping the railing tightly with both hands, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.
But he knew he could no longer escape, so he suddenly took the last step and stepped into the living room.
At that very moment, a familiar voice, which he thought he would never hear again, suddenly rang out, carrying both concern and teasing.
"Sass, you clearly slacked off during training yesterday, so why are you getting up so late today?"
Sasuke froze, almost unable to believe his ears.
That voice—was it Nissan?!
The next second, I felt a sudden explosion in my mind, my body jolted violently, and I abruptly raised my head.
The morning light streamed into the living room, illuminating the still-warm breakfast and hot tea dishes on the dining table.
A very familiar figure sat at the dining table.
Uchiha Ryou sat there quietly, wearing loose pajamas, holding a steaming cup of tea, and smiling at him.
His expression remained calm and composed, without the slightest hint of anything amiss.
Sasuke's eyes widened, he froze on the spot, his mind blank: "N-Nii-san?!"
"You—you're alright?! Really alright?!"
[Ding! Sasuke's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +1500!]
Sasuke felt a tightness in his chest, his voice trembled as he spoke, and his whole body trembled slightly from the overwhelming emotion.
Itachi was slightly taken aback by his younger brother's overreaction, then shook his head with a wry smile and said helplessly, "Of course I'm fine. Lady Tsunade's medical skills are superb. I've already fully recovered. Didn't I go home yesterday after being discharged from the hospital? What's with that expression? It's like I have some terminal illness."
"Discharged from the hospital yesterday—"
Sasuke repeated those words blankly, feeling a slight relaxation in his tense heartstrings. The heart that had been hanging in his throat finally settled back into place, but his mind remained blank.
What happened?
A huge question exploded in his mind.
Nissan seems to have no memory of what happened in the real world.
The imposter "Uchiha Ryu," the battle in the Forest of Death, and—the consequences of being implicated because of myself—
Does he remember none of it?
The terrible things that happened in reality—it's as if they never happened at all?
in the audience.
"Strange—Itachi in the dream seems completely unaware of what's happening in reality." Kakashi narrowed his eyes slightly.
Upon hearing this, Jiraiya nodded, a hint of doubt also appearing in his eyes.
He had already heard from Kakashi about what had happened to Sasuke during the day, and now, seeing Rong's behavior in the dream, he couldn't help but feel puzzled.
Sakura overheard the meaningful whispered conversation between her two seniors, and then looked at Sasuke's unusual behavior on the screen. Her brows furrowed, and her face was full of worry and confusion.
She couldn't help but ask, "Kakashi-sensei, what exactly happened today? Sasuke suddenly ended up in the hospital, and he even acted strangely in my dream?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than Naruto Uzumaki couldn't hold back any longer. He scratched his head and complained loudly, "Yeah! Perverted Sage! Kakashi-sensei! What's wrong with Sasuke?"
Kakashi quickly waved his hand, feigning ease, and said with a smile, "Alright, alright, you two stop speculating. The matter should be resolved now, and Sasuke should be fine."
"Since Itachi Uchiha is still here in the dream, it means Sasuke will be alright."
Hearing this, Jiraiya breathed a sigh of relief and laughed heartily, "That's right, you should listen to Kakashi, don't worry!"
In a dimly lit corner of the theater, Shi Yu stared at the system panel that only he could see.
[Reverse Dream Machine: After the dream ends, there is a chance of a special opportunity to select a character from the dream as a template to create a projection and project it into the real world. The projection lasts for one day and possesses all the abilities and memories of the template character.]
Shigure glanced at Itachi and Sasuke on the screen and murmured thoughtfully, "As expected—simply projecting dream figures into reality won't affect the people in the dream. Perhaps only when this function is upgraded and can materialize the true colors of the dream will it have any impact on the dream—."