"The feel is wrong?"
White Clothes Sasuke, in Curse Mark Level Two, was smashed to the ground.
Black Clothes Sasuke immediately sensed that something was off.
—Sage Mode definitely wasn't this weak.
"Hm?!"
Yet the fact was that his opponent really had been knocked down that easily.
White Clothes Sasuke lay face-down on the ground, unable to move.
"Sage Mode... Why is it so weak? Orochimaru, and you—what the hell are you up to?"
Black Clothes Sasuke questioned Orochimaru.
"Sage Mode? And this feeling?"
Orochimaru, too, suddenly felt that something was wrong.
There were very few Sharingan left now. Aside from the ones Danzo had taken, only the Uchiha brothers, Sasuke Uchiha and Uchiha Itachi, remained in plain sight.
That was why Orochimaru had assumed from the start that this person was "Uchiha Itachi." But in truth, he did not feel like that person. On the contrary, his Chakra and overall presence felt more like Sasuke by Orochimaru's side.
Orochimaru was confused.
This person did not seem to be Itachi disguised as Sasuke, and there would have been no point in that anyway.
So who exactly was he...?
No matter what, it would be best to keep him here.
At that moment, White Clothes Sasuke struggled back to his feet.
Sasuke in white was powerful too, but before Black Clothes Sasuke, who could use Susanoo, he was nothing more than a stray dog by the roadside.
Like a fly swatted away by a flyswatter.
"Is this a Sharingan technique too?"
White Clothes Sasuke demanded.
But Black Clothes Sasuke ignored him.
"Sasuke Uchiha," Black Clothes Sasuke said.
"..."
White Clothes Sasuke looked up at the sky.
It was a rainy, overcast day. Dark clouds gathered overhead, with flashes of lightning cutting through them. White Clothes Sasuke still had one move left.