After drinking the potion.
"How is this possible?!"
Itachi felt his blurred vision clear and his weakened body begin to recover.
"Why is it impossible?" Izumi said disdainfully. "You only think it's impossible because your caliber is insufficient. But Bloodline Disease is nothing to us!"
She was using his favorite word, "caliber," to mock him.
Didn't he like using "caliber" to measure himself?
Now she was giving him a taste of his own medicine.
In a place like the Shinobi World, where even the dead could be revived and changing bodies was as easy as changing clothes, curing Bloodline Disease was hardly impossible.
As long as one had the strength.
Orochimaru's inability to do so was not because he lacked skill, but because he did not possess those unique resources or that kind of imagination.
For Tang Ping, curing Itachi's Bloodline Disease was no difficult matter.
But why would he?
Why would he be willing to spend the time and effort to cure him completely?
He merely wanted to watch a show.
Thus, the version he had created was rather special.
It would first restore him to his peak for a short time. Afterward, it could only preserve his life and prevent him from dying from Bloodline Disease.
It was enough for him to stay alive and atone. There was no need to ensure he retained his strength.
"I hope you kill me. Otherwise, if I don't die, I'll definitely kill Sasuke!"
Izumi cut Itachi off before he could say anything else.
Yes, if he wanted to save Sasuke, he could only kill her with everything he had.
For someone so obsessed with his younger brother, he would even destroy the world for him. How could he possibly hold back?
So there was no need to worry about another "Pacific