Itachi's target is Inabi Uchiha, who speaks the most vicious words and makes the most explicit threats!
Inabi only felt a cold and biting murderous intention locking itself instantly!
He didn't even have time to Hand Seals, he only saw a palm wrapped in a strong wind that quickly enlarged in front of his eyes!
Sharingan, which was so fast that he was so proud of, experienced a momentary lag!
Bang!
A dull loud noise!
Itachi's right palm contained violent chakra and monstrous anger, which was firmly imprinted on Inabi's chest!
The force was so strong that Inabi's sternum let out a tooth-piercing moan!
He felt as if he had been hit head-on by a high-speed carriage, his feet lifted off the ground, a mouthful of blood mist came out of his mouth, and his body flew backwards like a broken sack with its strings cut off!
"Inabi!" Tekka was frightened and angry, and the Kunai in his hand instantly unsheathed, piercing Itachi's back with a sharp sound that broke through the air!
However, Itachi seemed to have eyes on his back, and his movements to knock Inabi away were not delayed at all, and his body twisted strangely at an impossible angle.
Tekka's determined stab fell short in an instant!
At the same time, Itachi's left leg swept backwards like a steel whip, with a scream that ripped through the air!
Snap!
The shadow of the leg was pumped on the wrist of Tekka holding Kunai with incomparable precision!
Severe pain came, and Kunai took off his hand and flew out! Tekka groaned, and his body was driven sideways by the huge force!
"Arrogant!" Yashiro Uchiha roared, finally reacting, his hands quickly Hand Seals!
Chakra condensed at his fingertips! He couldn't tolerate a junior being so presumptuous!
However, his actions are faster! More ruthless!
The moment he defeated Tekka, he did not pause and pounced on Yashiro who had just stabilized his body like a gangrene attached to his bones!
The pair of black eyes that were usually as calm as water were now burning with a terrifying scarlet light!
Three pitch-black Tomoes rotated crazily, turning into a cold and eerie complex pattern - Mangekyō Sharingan!
The terrifying pupil power explodes like a real tide!
Invisible mental shock accompanied by cold murderous intent, the wolf slammed into Yashiro's sea of consciousness!
Yashiro's Hand Seals movements froze instantly!
Itachi Uchiha's Three-Tomoe Coercion pressed down on his head like a mountain, making his proud Three-Tomoe Sharingan feel a sting and dizziness!
It was as if his soul was frozen by the scarlet pattern! He looked in horror at the pair of eyes that were so close and belonged to the legendary power,
For the first time, I felt the threat of death in my body!
At the moment Itachi's fist containing violent chakra was about to hit Yashiro's face!
A larger, heavier, and vast Coercion descended on the entire courtyard without warning!
The air seemed to freeze instantly!
The falling maple leaves stand still in mid-air!
That Coercion carried the undoubted majesty of the patriarch and an absolute suppressive force originating from the depths of his bloodline. Like an invisible giant hand, it instantly choked Itachi's violent movements and also froze the frightened and angry Yashiro and Tekka!
"Stop!"
A low, majestic voice containing the fury of thunder exploded at the door!
Fugaku Uchiha A tall figure appeared at the end of the corridor.
He was wearing a dark clan robe, his face was as serious as water, and his eyes were like cold blades, sweeping across the messy courtyard.
Inabi was vomiting blood and lying on the ground exhausted, Tekka had red and swollen wrists and turned pale, and Yashiro was locked by Mangekyō Sharingan and stood frozen on the spot, looking horrified.
Finally, his pair of square flower tubes Sharingan, which contained the same scarlet light and slowly rotated with a windmill pattern, stared at the son, Itachi Uchiha, who exuded a violent aura in the center of the courtyard and whose fist was still stopped in front of Yashiro's nose.
"Itachi!" Fugaku's voice was as cold as ice, and every word was as heavy as a thousand stones, with deep disappointment and anger, "Tell me! Why are you so harsh on your own people?!"
Itachi opened Mangekyo under such circumstances. As a father, he was very happy.
But Itachi used a square pattern to deal with the clan members. As the clan leader, he was very disappointed.
The clan leader's Coercion was like a real heavy hammer, hitting Itachi's heart hard.
His father's question was like another cold dagger, piercing Itachi's heart that was still burning with anger.
Disappointed?
The undisguised disappointment in his father's eyes made him feel more bitingly cold and breathless than Yashiro and their vicious suspicions!
Why?
Why can't even his father see his pain?
Can't you see his anger at being cornered?
Only saw the result of his attack on the tribe?
Looking at the cold and heavy disappointment in his father's eyes, looking at the burning hatred in the eyes of Inabi and Tekka, the wolf and fox on the ground, looking at the remaining horror and humiliation on Yashiro's face.
An indescribable sadness and huge loneliness, like a cold tide, instantly drowned all the anger in Itachi Uchiha's heart.
He slowly lowered his clenched fist in front of Yashiro.
The violent chakra around him quickly converged and subsided like an ebbing tide.
The pair of Mangekyō Sharingan, which were burning with crimson flames and spinning strangely just now, quickly dimmed and turned back into bottomless black.
It's just that in the blackness, there is no longer the silence of the past, only a kind of completely frozen fatigue and an alienation that goes deep into the bone marrow.
He looked around this familiar courtyard, looking at the faces of the tribesmen who were either angry, surprised, or disappointed.
This was once the home he desperately wanted to protect.
At this moment, it feels so strange and breathtaking.
Suspicion is entangled like poisonous ivy, anger can easily ignite the flames of war, and the scope is too narrow to tolerate any dissent or a person trying to find a way out in the cracks.
"Why?" Itachi's voice sounded, no longer angry or excited, as calm as a frozen lake, but with a coldness that penetrated people's hearts.
"Father, you should ask them why they used the most vicious suspicion to tarnish my friendship with Shisui and trample on my position. He raised his head slightly, no longer looking at Inabi and Tekka on the ground, but looking beyond them to the sky outside the courtyard that was surrounded by high walls and seemed particularly oppressive.
The voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, with a determination that seemed to cut off the past:
"Uchiha's capacity is too low. Too low to tolerate trust. So low that it will only lead to destruction amid suspicion and internal friction."
He withdrew his gaze and took a final deep look at his father Fugaku.
Those eyes were extremely complicated, showing pain, unwillingness, and a bond that was difficult to break away from, but in the end they all turned into a cold, unquestionable determination.
"I will use my own way to investigate the disappearance of Shisui!""
After the words fell, Itachi stopped looking at anyone.
He turned around, and the hem of his dark blue uniform drew a cold arc.
With steady steps and without any hesitation, he stepped through the golden leaves on the ground and walked straight to the door of the mansion.
His back cast a long, lonely shadow in the autumn sunshine.
He didn't look back.
There was a dead silence in the courtyard.
Fugaku looked at the back of his son who decided to leave. The windmill pattern in Mangekyō Sharingan slowly rotated. Under the calm and majestic face,
There are waves of waves that no one can see.
"Those eyes are clear -" Yashiro and Tekka struggled to stand up, exchanging confused looks with Inabi.
The sound of the heavy door closing echoed in the empty and depressing courtyard for a long time.