"Is that so?"
Aizen wasn't flustered as expected; instead, he curiously surveyed his surroundings and said, "Is this a Mangekyo Sharingan genjutsu? I've seen it in the Reincarnation Game Store, but unfortunately, I didn't buy it."
It's a type of mental illusion ability.
It's very powerful, capable of tormenting the victim's mind for dozens of hours, while only one second passes in reality.
This extreme torture and mental torment could even make players with weak Fire Will completely lose their ability to resist with a single move.
The reason he didn't buy it was because although the Mangekyo Sharingan's genjutsu is powerful, this overly direct mental torment didn't quite align with his fighting style.
Its limitations are too great.
When encountering an opponent like Naruto Uzumaki, who is empty-headed but mentally strong and single-minded, it's very easy for them to simply endure it.
The mental torment he prefers starts from subtle points, moving step-by-step like a game of shogi, culminating in a decisive kill.
Even the most resolute players, as long as the right approach is taken and the key is grasped, their Fire Will can be disintegrated as if melting iron.
"That's natural."
Uchiha Itachi's cold voice rang out, saying, "Even if one buys the Tsukuyomi space, not everyone has the talent to cultivate Tsukuyomi to its limit."
Moreover, most players without Uchiha bloodline, even after exchanging for it, remain mediocre.
Tsukuyomi, Amaterasu, Fire Release enhancement...
Even if they forcibly exchange for the various Mangekyo Sharingan's accompanying genjutsu, they can at most raise them to Lv.10, and the subsequent skill proficiency increase is as slow as a snail.
This is the unique ability of the Uchiha Clan; even the Reincarnation Game cannot change a player's talent and aptitude.
"Is that so? It sounds like you still take pride in the Uchiha Clan's bloodline, but if that's the case, why did you kill all your clansmen?"
"Shut up!"
A wooden cross emerged from the water, and Aizen, unable to control his body, was crucified upon it like a condemned man.
Uchiha Itachi's figure was reflected in the water, scarlet like blood.
"How could a shallow person like you understand the Fire Will?"
Within the Tsukuyomi space, Uchiha Itachi finally erupted; Aizen's words had touched his inverse scale.
"It was precisely the arrogance of the Uchiha Clan that led to an irreversible tragedy."
"I tried my best to stop them, but those guys had no idea what kind of damage their actions would cause to the village!"
"The war had just ended, with internal and external threats; if the Uchiha Clan had launched another rebellion, Konoha could very likely disappear from the Ninja World."
Uchiha Itachi was in great pain.
Bringing up these old matters again was like tearing open a healed wound, leaving it raw and bleeding.
But he never believed he was wrong; the Uchiha Clan was at fault, and he acted to protect Konoha.
"It seems, Itachi-sensei, you are still immersed in the beautiful dream you've created, unwilling to wake up, just like this Tsukuyomi space."
"I've heard that the Mangekyo Sharingan's awakened genjutsu is related to the awakener's inner desires."
"Itachi-sensei, you desire for everything to develop according to your thoughts, which is why you were able to awaken this Tsukuyomi space, wanting to control everything, to change everything."
"But in reality, everything is futile."
"When the Tsukuyomi ends and you return to reality, nothing will have changed."
This is the essence of the Tsukuyomi genjutsu.
It won't cause any actual damage to the enemy; even an enemy driven to collapse is merely enduring continuous pain.
In terms of actual mental destruction, it's not even as good as the weakest mental shock grenade.
Just as Aizen said, everything is a beautiful dream of fantasy, with no changes after it ends.
"Is that so? In the time to come, I will make you taste enough pain, make you deeply remember this pain, until you realize the truth of pain."
Uchiha Itachi's voice was cold and murderous, tinged with anger.
An elite-level player should not expect to break free from the Tsukuyomi cage crafted by him, a gold-level player; in the time to come, just enjoy the pain.
Swish.
A gleaming white blade slashed down on the bound Aizen.
His chest was torn open, revealing flesh, then bone, and finally internal organs.
What Uchiha Itachi held seemed not to be a katana, but a greatsword, nearly splitting Aizen in half.
This was enough to show his anger.
"Ah!"
Aizen let out a painful groan.
No matter what, for a living being with pain receptors, the Tsukuyomi space is an unavoidable nightmare.
That pain, identical to what would happen in reality, no one can pretend it didn't happen—this is Uchiha Itachi's confidence.
"I'm not dead?"
Aizen opened his eyes with lingering fear, discovering that he, whose internal organs had been cut open, was still alive.
Moreover, the wounds were continuously healing.
Uchiha Itachi's gaze was calm, without the slightest pleasure of tormenting an enemy, and he said flatly, "Don't you know very well? Everything in the Tsukuyomi space is under my control; as long as I don't let you die, you won't die."
"Next, there are still forty-seven hours, fifty-nine minutes!"
Although he didn't enjoy the torment, he enjoyed the pleasure of having everything under his control.
If his father had listened to him, he could have grown closer to the Hokage and avoided the clan's rebellion.
If his clansmen had been willing to listen to him and not attempt rebellion, he wouldn't have had to strike them down.
Therefore, the feeling of being able to control everything now made him extremely infatuated.
"Itachi-sensei, aren't you afraid of the Hokage's reprimand for attacking me?"
"I am the Hokage's right-hand man."
Amidst painful screams, Aizen uttered threatening words.
"I don't think the Hokage would reprimand me for such a minor matter."
Uchiha Itachi's descending katana paused for a moment, but quickly resumed its normal speed, continuously striking Aizen's body.
He didn't believe it; he didn't believe the Hokage would doubt his Fire Will.
Aizen, who had deliberately provoked him, absolutely could not be let go.
"How truly loyal, Itachi-sensei, even in this false Tsukuyomi world, you haven't shown the slightest disrespect towards the Hokage."
Suddenly, Aizen, with a miserable expression, curved his lips, and a gentle smile reappeared on his face.
It was as if everything that had happened before was just a game he played along with Uchiha Itachi.
"You?"
Uchiha Itachi frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed.
It had happened before, players deliberately pretending to be unfazed, making him think the Tsukuyomi space was ineffective, or that the opponent felt no pain.
But soon, they would succumb under various tortures.
"You questioned your father, questioned your clansmen, questioned those who share the same bloodline, asking them why they wouldn't listen to your ideas, obediently submit to Konoha, and not rebel..."
As countless blades pierced him, Aizen chuckled softly, "But why didn't you question the Hokage? Why didn't you question the village elders for not treating the Uchiha well?"
"Shut up!"
Countless blood-stained hooks appeared, automatically piercing Aizen's collarbones and ribs, and countless tiny, fish-scale-like blades cut into Aizen's flesh.
But Aizen showed no reaction; it wasn't a disguise, because Uchiha Itachi couldn't even detect the instinctive tremor of his nerves in the face of pain.
How could this be?!
"Uchiha Itachi..."
"Don't speak with such bravado; it shows your weakness."
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