"Uchiha Habara."
As Habara silently pondered, Uchiha Itachi approached through the black-and-white Genjutsu space, Ninja Sword in hand.
Within this hazy gray-white space, Habara could not make out Uchiha Itachi's expression at all. Still, he was fairly relaxed inside.
Once he had confirmed that the technique affecting him was Tsukuyomi, he was no longer particularly worried.
He merely watched Uchiha Itachi calmly while secretly beginning to prepare his own technique, ready to launch a fatal counterattack at any moment!
"Though I admit that you are indeed strong, and that you hid yourself deeply. You even possess the power of the Mangekyō Sharingan.
"But you have entered a domain under my control. Here, time, space, and mass are all controlled by me.
"Even if this is merely a Genjutsu, it is no ordinary Genjutsu. Even if you possess the Mangekyō as well, it seems you have still fallen for it.
"Every sensation you experience will be transmitted to your brain. Your brain will believe all of this is real—whether it is pain or death."
Uchiha Itachi spoke indifferently, appearing exceptionally confident. Yet he did not come any closer, making it clear that he still feared Habara.
Habara found this rather interesting. This Uchiha Itachi truly was unlike his father.
After all, when his father had dragged him into a similar Genjutsu space, he had come seeking death.
"You're very confident."
Though Habara found Uchiha Itachi's way of thinking somewhat sickening, this man was his enemy. He had no reason to keep playing around with him.
More importantly, Shisui and Uchiha Fugaku were still dealing with Obito. Neither of them knew anything about Uchiha Obito, and Habara did not want anything to happen to them.
It was not that Habara was unwilling to reveal Obito's information. He simply had no way to