Chapter 107: Is All Sorts of Trash Thrown Here?
"I only saw your hypocrisy and selfishness."
Menma finished speaking with a sneer, then took out a syringe filled with red liquid from his robes.
Then, under Uchiha Itachi's astonished and enraged gaze, he directly injected it into Sasuke's neck.
In an instant, a gentle power gradually soothed the spiritual pain Sasuke felt, even calming the intense emotional fluctuations after awakening his eyes.
Two diametrically opposed yet seemingly homologous chakras began a slight fusion reaction under the guidance of this injection.
Menma, sensing the changes in Sasuke's body, narrowed his eyes, a hint of amusement in them.
"Injecting the gene fusion liquid of an Ashura reincarnate into an Indra reincarnate's body... what changes will occur?"
The last one who attempted this was that guy Uchiha Madara.
But Madara only transplanted Hashirama cells onto his body, which was a cellular-level transplant.
So, would a genetic-level transplant bring about different changes?
In Menma's eyes, this was just a simple experiment.
But in Uchiha Itachi's eyes, this masked man before him was harming his younger brother!
"What did you inject into Sasuke?!"
Hearing Uchiha Itachi's furious questioning, Menma also came back to his senses, his eyes coldly meeting Itachi's.
The next second,
Dense blood vessels appeared in Itachi's left eye, and scarlet blood even flowed from it.
"Tsukuyomi!!"
In an instant, Menma only felt everything before him become hazy and distorted.
When his vision cleared again, he had already appeared in a hell-like space, colored only in black and red.
Menma was bound to a cross, his limbs restrained.
And countless Itachis stood before him, expressions cold, holding blades.
"This is my space. Everything here, including time, location, mass, etc., is under my control."
Itachi's layered, noisy voice echoed, coupled with the judgment-like bizarre scene; all of this couldn't help but instill fear.
But Menma merely frowned.
Is this the Tsukuyomi world?
It reeks of falsehood everywhere, truly nauseating.
"The Mangekyō Sharingan is also called the eye that reflects the heart."
Menma scanned his surroundings, looking at the countless Uchiha Itachis and sneering: "Since you've awakened the pupil technique Tsukuyomi, it proves you have the ambition to control everything. But unfortunately, all of this is merely an illusion."
"You are just a pawn, manipulated by others."
Possessing immense power, constantly talking about protecting the village, yet in reality, not even clear on what goal he's trying to protect.
A village that has lost everything is nothing but an empty shell.
"Pawn?"
Hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Itachi's eyes. Countless Itachis raised their blades.
The damage received here is spiritual damage, and the suffering experienced is exactly the same as real pain.
Several days in the Tsukuyomi space are only a few short seconds in the real world.
Normally, Tsukuyomi cannot be broken. Only someone with superior pupil power and strong spiritual strength can break it.
To this day, Itachi had never met anyone who could break Tsukuyomi.
Even that man claiming to be Uchiha Madara could only avoid its edge when facing Tsukuyomi.
"Next, I will force out your origin, your purpose, everything about you. I hope you can last a little longer under my hand."
Facing Uchiha Itachi's threat, Menma's expression remained unchanged. Three tomoe also appeared in his deep blue eyes.
Different from a normal Sharingan,
His eyes were blue-black, the three tomoe scarlet, exuding an evil aura.
Uchiha Itachi was also stunned upon seeing this, his eyes full of astonishment.
Sharingan?!
This guy actually has a Sharingan too?
Could it be... he's actually from the Uchiha clan?
But facing the Mangekyō, what does a three-tomoe amount to?
The instant the thought arose, Uchiha Itachi suddenly felt a sharp pain in his eyes.
Ring~ Roar!!
Immediately after, a crisp, melodious, yet exceptionally bizarre bell sound echoed in his ears.
Faintly, horrifying, deep roars also reverberated.
"Where is this place..."
Uchiha Itachi snapped back to reality, his eyes filled with abnormal horror.
At this moment, the place he was in was no longer the Tsukuyomi space.
Before him was an ancient palace, sinister and terrifying, yet majestic and grand.
At the front of the palace was a ferocious, terrifying giant mouth, a foul stench assaulting Itachi's nostrils.
"Is this a genjutsu space?"
Uchiha Itachi frowned deeply, his heart suddenly sinking: "What's going on? I was actually pulled into a genjutsu space by a three-tomoe Sharingan?"
Drip!
Just then, a drop of blood fell onto the calm water surface, causing ripples to spread, eventually turning it into a scarlet sea of blood.
Countless skeletons emerged from the darkness, piling up on the sea of blood to form an incomparably horrifying mountain of corpses.
And atop the peak of white bones, a man dressed in a long white robe, wearing a three-eyed cat-face mask, sat high above, like the king of this hell.
"Is all sorts of trash thrown here?"
The man looked down at Itachi beneath the mountain of corpses, the disgust in his eyes undisguised: "My world does not welcome a disgusting fellow like you."
As he spoke, a violent, scarlet aura enveloped the man's entire body. The originally pure white robe gradually stained blood red.
Gurgle! Gurgle!!
The sea of blood beneath his feet suddenly boiled. A series of wretched screams like those of evil ghosts surged into Itachi's ears, making him feel an uncontrollable palpitation.
"Release! Release!"
Uchiha Itachi, after trying to dispel the genjutsu to no avail, his expression became even graver.
And just then.
Splurt!!
His right arm, as if a dismantled building block, suddenly broke off from his shoulder.
Itachi couldn't help but show a look of astonishment: "What... happened?"
But it wasn't over.
Splurt!
His left leg separated from his torso.
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!!
Several cracks appeared on Itachi's body, making him look like a dismantled doll.
Thud! Thud!
The instant Itachi came back to his senses, his severed limbs fell to the ground, yet his body strangely remained suspended in mid-air.
Beautiful arcs of blood sprayed from every crack, instantly turning him into a blood-soaked man.
The exploding blood mist turned into rain, washing over Itachi's body, sucking his blood, crushing his flesh, even grinding his bones.
Muscles, skin, even nerves – everything felt as if it were being minced.
"Ahhhh!!"
The almost twisting, tearing pain instantly filled Itachi's brain, making him unable to stop a miserable scream.
This bizarre, grotesque ability practically made one's sanity dissipate along with it.
"Oh, still holding on?"
A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the man on the mountain of corpses, quickly turning into amusement.
In this world, all flesh and blood were under his control.
The man looked down at Itachi struggling at the foot of the mountain, his arm resting before him made a slight horizontal motion, a throat-slitting gesture.
The next moment, a line of blood appeared on Itachi's neck.
This tiny bloodline was thinner than a strand of hair.
However, as the bloodline spread deeper, until the blood-red windpipe was visible,
The Mangekyō in Itachi's eyes suddenly began to spin rapidly, blood slowly flowing from his eye sockets.
This hellish space of blood sea and corpse mountain instantly became blurry. The bloodline also seemed to be caught by something, stopping at a position deep enough to see bone.
"Obstruction from the outside world?"
Seemingly realizing something, the man instantly lost interest in the plaything before him, sitting back down somewhat bored.
"Then there's nothing I can do. But this should be just what that fellow intended."
The next second, everything before him began to distort, and all returned to normal.
He once again appeared within the Uchiha clan grounds.
Pant! Pant!
Uchiha Itachi gasped for breath, eyes filled with terror.
He instinctively raised his right hand to touch his neck, and indeed, felt a trace of moist, scarlet blood.
At the same time, a deep red chakra slowly surged out from Itachi's body.
A visibly massive spinal column materialized behind him, followed by ribs, etc., until it completely enveloped his body, protecting him within a skeletal frame.
"Escaped the genjutsu using Susanoo?"
Menma looked at Uchiha Itachi before him, already faintly enveloped in red chakra, and licked his lips with slight anticipation.
Indeed, Uchiha Itachi had already mastered Susanoo by now.
Susanoo is the ultimate power residing in the Mangekyō Sharingan. It materializes enormous chakra for combat, an ultimate pupil technique combining offense and defense.
It even grows in stages as the user's pupil power strengthens.
A sufficiently powerful Susanoo can even withstand the light of the Infinite Tsukuyomi.
Naturally, it could also withstand Menma's full-powered genjutsu.
Menma had long anticipated that, facing such a helpless situation, Uchiha Itachi could only use Susanoo to escape danger.
"Is this what you wanted?"
Blood continuously flowed down Uchiha Itachi's cheeks, but he still forced himself to stand up.
He stared at Menma in the distance, a grave look in his eyes.
He knew very well that this masked man before him was forcing him to use Susanoo.
His own attack methods weren't actually singular; whether in ninjutsu or genjutsu, he was a top-tier existence in the ninja world.
But facing a guy whose ninjutsu, taijutsu, and genjutsu skills all steadily surpassed his own, he could only forcibly use Susanoo, which would damage his eyes.
"Didn't expect the intelligence to miss such a powerful individual."
Uchiha Itachi's face showed slight hesitation: "Do I have to use that?"
Although there was still one divine weapon he hadn't found, that was originally a trump card reserved for Uchiha Madara later on.
But if he didn't deal with this masked man before him now, he was afraid Danzō's side wouldn't hold out!
Thinking this, Uchiha Itachi grit his teeth, the Mangekyō Sharingan in his eyes turning an even deeper scarlet.
Then, in the span of two or three breaths, red, muscle-like and meridian-like chakra grew out from the Susanoo's skeleton, gradually becoming enveloped by cloak-like chakra.
A second-form Susanoo, nearly twenty meters tall, wielding a spiral-patterned shield, appeared before Menma.
"Susanoo, so this is how it is? But why only one divine weapon?"
Menma stood his ground, quietly watching Itachi use the second form of Susanoo, numerous thoughts flashing through his mind.
This wasn't the first time he faced Susanoo, but it was the first time he experienced the changes of Susanoo at such close range.
And, unsure if it was an illusion, after seeing Itachi activate Susanoo,
Menma felt his own Sharingan begin to stir restlessly, as if provoked, a powerful hidden force within it gradually awakening.
"Do you feel it? This is the true power of the Sharingan."
Hearing Uchiha Itachi's cold words, Menma touched his eye socket, smiling nonchalantly.
"Is that so?"
Susanoo, absolute defense?
The smile on Menma's face gradually faded. His knees bent slightly, his right hand also rising accordingly, four fingers straight as a sharp sword.
Immediately, he lightly stepped forward.
Zip... BOOM!!
Only a loud explosion was heard.
Dazzling blue lightning erupted from Menma's body, and then he instantly vanished from the spot.
The earth shattered wherever the blue-black figure passed. In just the blink of an eye, he rushed directly before the Susanoo.
VROOOM!!
The four fingers, crackling with blue lightning, thrust fiercely towards the Susanoo.
Those four slender fingers, before the massive Susanoo, seemed like a child poking a burly man with tender fingers.
The two looked to be on completely different levels.
But terrifying power, like a surging ocean wave, pressed down on Uchiha Itachi with overwhelming force!
Uchiha Itachi, enveloped by this powerful aura, felt an extreme sense of crisis.
"So fast! Is this the Cloud's Hell Stab?!"
The instant the thought arose,
RUMBLE!
Accompanied by a deafening thunderous explosion,
Two terrifying powers collided at this moment.
Instantly, a horrifying airflow swept out in all directions.
The ground beneath their feet was the first to be unable to withstand such power and disintegrated.
The surrounding buildings also collapsed into a pile of ruins under the impact of this force.
Facing this incomparably powerful force, Susanoo actually retreated slightly.
CRACK!!
The spot hit by his strike actually developed cracks large and small, looking as if it could shatter at any moment.
"This power..."
Feeling the force of this move, looking at the shattered absolute defense, Uchiha Itachi's expression turned grave again.
Four fingers, meaning a four-fingered thrust.
Just four fingers already possess such power, then the final one-fingered thrust...
This physical strength... this guy, is he a monster in human skin?
Realizing this, Itachi grit his teeth and directly controlled Susanoo to swing its shield, swatting Menma aside.
"At least I still have the divine weapon, Yata Mirror. Anyway, first use Susanoo, then use Amaterasu..."
Watching Menma fly backwards, Itachi secretly planned in his heart.
But just then.
RUMBLE!!
Feeling the ground tremble beneath him, Uchiha Itachi within Susanoo nearly stumbled.
He looked ahead somewhat blankly.
What now?
That masked guy, what is he going to do?
"Warm-up should be about over now..."
Menma, flying back, landed steadily on the ground, but the three scarlet tomoe in his Sharingan began to spin rapidly.
His tone couldn't help but carry a hint of amusement: "I must thank you for letting me see the power of Susanoo."
"To repay you, let me let you taste the same."
(End of Chapter)