Chapter 85: Seeing Through It at a Glance! Itachi! This Genjutsu Isn't Even as Imaginative as My Mind
At the end of the forest, a black figure stood quietly in the middle of the road.
He wore a black robe with red clouds, his long black hair hanging down the sides of his face. That pair of scarlet Sharingan stared coldly at the group, his eyes devoid of emotion, carrying only a suffocating pressure.
Uchiha Itachi.
"Stop!"
Kakashi slammed on the brakes, instantly pulling up his headband to reveal his ready-for-battle Sharingan. His voice was anxious, even trembling slightly:
"Listen well! Do not look into his eyes! If you accidentally make eye contact, you will instantly fall into a Genjutsu!"
Sakura's breath hitched, her body instinctively tensing up. It was the fear that every Konoha Ninjaunderstood regarding this S-Rank Rogue Ninja.
Even Temari, who had been aggressive just a moment ago, gripped her large steel fan tightly, cold sweat seeping from her forehead. This was the aura of a Kage-level Expert; even from a dozen meters away, it made one's back feel cold.
"If you don't want to die, keep your eyes on his feet..." Kakashi was tensely deploying tactics.
Step, step, step.
A light, unhurried sound of footsteps interrupted the heavy standoff.
Under the horrified gaze of Kakashi and Sakura, Naruto walked out swaggeringly. Not only did he not look at his feet, he kept his head held high, staring straight at Uchiha Itachi, with a playful smile even hanging on his face.
"Naruto! Come back! Are you crazy?" Kakashiroared.
But Naruto didn't even pay him any mind.
[Tch, Kakashi-sensei is too nervous. Isn't this just a fake created by the Shapeshifting Technique?]
That familiar inner voice cast a stone into this stagnant pool, stirring up ripples in the minds of the two women.
[The original body is hundreds of miles away sealing a Tailed Beast. What's left here is a fake with at most 30% of the original's Chakra. What the hell is there to be afraid of?]
Sakura and Temari, who had been unable to breathe under Uchiha Itachi's aura, had their expressions instantly break down.
A fake?
This kind of statement, which not only spoiled the opponent's trump card but was also full of disdain, instantly ruined half of Uchiha Itachi's high-class entrance.
[Besides, everyone is afraid of Genjutsu. At the end of the day, isn't Genjutsu just mental interference? Only people with a guilty conscience are afraid. As a model youth like me with a pure heart and a mind full of positive energy, what can Genjutsu do to me?]
Standing opposite, Uchiha Itachi's eyes, which had been calm, flashed with a trace of imperceptible doubt.
This Nine-Tails Jinchuriki... why is there no fear? And even, why are his mental fluctuations so strange?
Uchiha Itachi raised his hand slightly, his fingertips hooking gently. Even without using Tsukuyomi, he could cast a powerful Genjutsu just with his fingers.
"Naruto!" Kakashi was just about to lunge over to rescue him.
However, at that moment, Naruto's thoughts took an unexpected leap.
He looked at Uchiha Itachi's iconic robe, his eyes suddenly becoming fiery, but he was looking at the clothing.
[Come to think of it, the Akatsuki Organization's uniform design is really not bad. This kind of loose, stand-up collar robe is mysterious and ascetic... it's simply born for... no, wait, it's born for fashion!]
[But it's too much of a waste on an introverted guy like Uchiha Itachi. I'm thinking, if Temari wore this outfit...]
Temari, who was vigilantly preparing for battle, almost dropped the fan in her hand.
Huh?
Before she could react, that damned heavenly curtain had faithfully broadcasted the images in Naruto's mind like a holographic projection.
[Think about it, putting that loose black-and-red-cloud robe on Temari. The zipper only pulled up to the chest, revealing the tight collarbones inside and the blood-pumping black mesh lining...]
[The sleeves a bit long, revealing only half of her jade-like fingertips, holding a small fan to cover half her face, that kind of murderous yet slightly shy look...]
[The most important part is the bottom! The robe must just perfectly cover the base of her thighs, creating a 'pants-missing' visual effect! When the wind blows, those long legs wrapped in fishnets will be faintly visible under the black robe...]
[Hiss—! Dark mature older sister type queen style! This would definitely bewitch that bunch of bachelors in the Akatsuki Organization until they couldn't find north, right? By then, Temari just needs to crook her finger, and without even lifting a hand, the enemies would surrender themselves!]
Boom!
The Genjutsu Chakra unleashed by Uchiha Itachi, just as it touched Naruto's mental world, was shattered by this stream of yellow waste so rich in detail it was appalling.
So-called Genjutsu utilizes the opponent's mental loopholes to create fear or confusion.
But at this moment in Naruto's mental world, there was only Temari wearing an Akatsuki robe, striking various alluring poses. The image was so big and specific that Uchiha Itachi's crow illusion simply couldn't squeeze in!
"..."
At this moment, even Uchiha Itachi, who had been calm all his life, had the corner of his mouth twitch uncontrollably.
And in reality, Temari's face was already flushed red.
"This... this bastard!"
Shameful! Too shameful!
What 'pants-missing'? What dark queen? Why can he even imagine the arc of the robe's sway so clearly!
But... why did she feel it was actually quite exciting when she imagined that scene?
[Ding!]
Just as Temari's Chakra went berserk due to extreme shame and anger, a crisp system notification sounded.
[Detected that host Temari has received an extremely bold idea from the core target regarding a hostile faction uniform play and 'pants-missing' style.]
[System judgment: Facing an enemy's mental interference, the best defense is to make him shut up while looking at your legs. In order to display a demeanor capable of severing all bonds under that non-existent robe...]
[Reward issued: Wind Release Secret Technique: Great Sickle Weasel (Severing Bonds Version).]
[Effect description: Wind is formless and traceless, just like an inescapable bad bond? No, this wind can not only tear apart flesh but also sever long-distance spiritual links of Chakra. Swing this fan at the source of your embarrassment!]
A sharpness she had never felt before filled Temari's limbs and bones.
She raised her head and looked at the culprit, Uchiha Itachi, in front of her (or perhaps to cover the embarrassment of being seen through by Naruto regarding her kinks), the shyness in her eyes instantly turning into substantial killing intent.
Since you said wearing this can kill, then I'll show you!
"No matter who you are..."
Temari slammed open her Three-Star Fan, her movements heroic, as if wanting to throw all those shameful images in her mind away, "Don't look at us... with that kind of gaze!"
In fact, Uchiha Itachi's gaze had always been calm; the one with the truly strange gaze was Narutonext to her.
But at this moment, logic was no longer important.
"Wind Release: Severing Bonds Great Sickle Weasel!"
A roaring gale rose from the ground, but this time the wind was different from before. They were no longer chaotic air currents, but blades of wind visible to the naked eye, flashing with cold light.
The sound of the wind was shrill, as if it could tear the soul apart.
The "Uchiha Itachi" standing in front of Narutoseemed to sense the danger, his figure just about to turn into crows and disperse. But those wind blades seemed to have eyes, ignoring physical evasion, and directly slashed at an invisible line in the void.
That was the spiritual link between the caster Nagato and this Shapeshifting body.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
There was no flashy Fire Release bombardment, nor any long-drawn-out taijutsu confrontation.
Just one swing.
Uchiha Itachi's body instantly stiffened in the gale. The next second, the black robe, along with the body, was shredded to pieces by this wind blade filled with the power of "shame and anger".
When the wind stopped, he turned back into Haku, who had been used as a sacrifice, his corpse hitting the ground heavily.
The scene was dead silent.
Kakashi still maintained the action of lifting his headband, his revealed Sharingan full of confusion.
This... is it over?
That's Uchiha Itachi! Even if it was just a clone, it was taken out by one Wind Release? What the hell was that wind just now? Why did he feel that the wind carried a fatal attribute called social death?
"Hoo... hoo..."
Temari maintained the posture of swinging the fan, her chest heaving violently. She turned back and glared fiercely at Naruto, who was gaping with a "wow, that's amazing" expression.
"Keep looking! Keep looking and I'll blow you away too!"
Although she was making threats, her bright red earlobes and eyes that weren't truly resistant completely exposed her current mood.
Naruto scratched his head, but his heart was even more excited:
[Good grief, Temari's temper... it's even more exciting! If she wears that outfit in the future, and instead of a fan she holds a little whip... tsk tsk tsk, I must get that outfit for her!]
Far away in a cave thousands of miles away, the real Uchiha Itachi suddenly opened his eyes.
He pressed his brow, a strange look appearing on his usually calm face.
The last second before the link broke... through the eyes of that Blonde Youth, what he seemed to see was himself without pants (not really, it was actually Temari)?
"Genjutsu rebound? No, that was more terrifying mental pollution."