Genjutsu (Part One)

"Are you all right?" Jiraiya asked with concern as he helped up Itachi, whose face was pale and whose mouth was stained with blood.

The other man had Susanoo and that extraordinary shield protecting him. No matter how he thought about it, Jiraiya couldn't understand how Itachi had ended up so badly injured.

"It's nothing. Just an old ailment acting up!" Itachi waved his hand and forced a smile.

With that, he covered his mouth and began coughing violently. Bright-red blood dripped through the gaps between his fingers and fell to the ground.

Although his eyesight had recovered, he could feel his life slipping away even faster.

Seeing this, Jiraiya's pupils contracted. At this point, how could he still believe that Itachi was really fine?

This was clearly a sign that his vitality was exhausted and death was approaching.

"Hey, don't you dare die!"

He cried out as he guarded against Nagato and Konan while supporting Itachi and hurriedly retreating.

Fortunately, Konan was eager to reunite with Nagato, giving them a chance to catch their breath.

"Don't worry. I absolutely won't be the first to fall before Nagato is dealt with!" Itachi firmly told him after wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Unfortunately, his weak appearance made it impossible for anyone to believe him.

Putting aside the worry in his heart, Jiraiya looked at the two people who had reunited in the distance and said gravely, "Information is dead, but people are alive!"

"The actual combat ability of the Rinnegan far exceeded my expectations!"

"Ninjutsu is useless, and it's extremely difficult to get close with Taijutsu. In the end, only Genjutsu remains!"

As he spoke, he turned back and glanced at Itachi before seriously suggesting, "I've heard that your Mangekyō Sharingan excels at Genjutsu. How about I