Instead, there is a blank space like a crash when the program encounters a fatal error.
"Illogical! This is not in line with the principle of maximizing interests! He rejected the readily available "family affection" and chose an illusory "friendship"! He got nothing! This is a negative return behavior! Wrong! Wrong! This human program is wrong from the root!"
For the first time, he roared something close to "angry".
It was the kind of mixed emotions of frustration, anger, and absurdity that a programmer feels when he finds that the code he wrote not only did not run as expected, but produced a result that he was completely unable to understand and even began to attack himself.
"Since you all choose this worthless chaos..."
"Then let me personally remove it completely!"
Jhin pointed to the "weasel" container.
"Start!"
The sleeping "Weasel" suddenly opened his eyes!
That pair is cold and without any emotion, Mangekyō Sharingan!
"Since you cherish your brother so much, let him destroy you with his own hands!"
"Itachi"'s hands completed Hand Seals at a speed that Sasuke is extremely familiar with.
"Amaterasu!"
Black flames, like messengers from hell, spurted out from "Weasel"'s eyes and swallowed Sasuke's figure instantly!
"Sasuke!" Naruto and Sakura exclaimed at the same time.
However, among the black flames, a huge Susanoo, shining with thunder and silver, rose from the ground, blocking all the flames of Amaterasu.
Sasuke stood on Susanoo's forehead with a stern expression, but deep in his eyes, there was a hint of sadness that no one could see.
"Come on, brother."
"This time, it's me... to free you."
The battle broke out in an instant.
There was no temptation, no words. The "Weasel" controlled by Jhin was like a sophisticated killing machine that had been fed the "obliterate" command, showing the pinnacle of combat skills that the name Uchiha Itachi could represent.
The black Amaterasu Flames followed Amaterasu Flames like a shadow, chasing Susanoo of Sasuke as if it were alive. Sasuke did not dare to make a hard connection and could only keep changing its position. The flashing lightning Susanoo left a trail of afterimages on the vast desert.
"Fire Style·Great Fireball Technique!"
An extremely basic C-level ninjutsu, in the hands of "Itachi", used S-rank's pressure. The speed, angle, and burst timing of the huge fireball were all calculated perfectly, forcing Sasuke to swing Susanoo's huge sword to cut it open.
And at the moment when the fireball exploded, the figure of "Itachi" appeared on the side of Susanoo like a ghost, holding a kunai composed of Chakra in his hand, and pierced the forehead and heart crystal where Sasuke's body was located.
So fast! So accurate!
Sasuke's Rinnegan captured the opponent's movements, but his body's reaction was half a beat slower. He could only barely deflect Susanoo's head.
Tsk!
The kunai scraped against the crystal, leaving a harsh friction sound and a string of sparks.
"There is not a trace of excess in his movements." Sasuke's heart sank.
This is not the brother he is familiar with.
In his memory, every time Itachi made a move, there was a unique rhythm, a "style" of his own hidden beneath the coldness. It was a unique fighting method that combined talent, experience, habits, and even his physical condition.
But the "weasel" in front of me has no style.
He only has the "optimal solution".
Every attack and every move he makes is the "standard answer" that is the most efficient, saves Chakra, and can cause the most damage with the support of Jhin's huge computing power.
"Did you see it? Uchiha Sasuke." Jhin's voice echoed over the battlefield, with a kind of morbid show off, "A perfect warrior who has escaped from the "negative states" of emotion, fatigue, and illness. Every move he makes is an art. And you, every response you make, is full of hesitation, full of flaws, and full of traces of being dragged down by such low-level procedures as "emotion."
"Tsukuyomi!"
At the moment when Sasuke was distracted, "Weasel"'s Mangekyo locked onto Susanoo's forehead.
Sasuke felt his eyes go dark, and his spirit was instantly pulled into a bloody world. He was tied to a cross, and countless "weasels" were holding knives and piercing his body over and over again.
Same scene, same pain.
But Sasuke's eyes did not waver at all.
"This kind of thing... is of no use to me anymore."
His Rinnegan suddenly opened, and the powerful pupil force shot out in reverse, and the bloody Tsukuyomi World shattered in response. The mental attack was already very difficult for Sasuke who now had Rinnegan and had a rock-solid will.
"Susanoo!"
Seeing that Tsukuyomi was ineffective, "Weasel" did not hesitate to activate his own Susanoo. The red skeleton rose from the ground, and the bloody energy quickly covered it, turning into a mighty war god holding Yata Mirror and Totsuka Blade.
Two Susanoo, one silver-purple shining with lightning, and one red-red burning with flames, collided on the battlefield.
Every time Totsuka Blade and Kusanagi Sword clash, destructive energy bursts out. Every time Yata Mirror blocks Kagutsuchi's arrow, sparks at the legal level are sputtered.
This is a showdown between the top powers of the Uchiha Clan.
But Sasuke was retreating steadily.
It's not that he's not as powerful, it's that he can't do it.
Every attack he made would unconsciously deflect one point before hitting the opponent. He could not regard the "person" with the face of his brother in front of him as a pure enemy.
This hesitation is fatal in the face of the perfect "optimal solution".
Boom!
Totsuka Blade grabbed a flaw in Sasuke Susanoo and stabbed it into his chest. The huge impact made Sasuke's Susanoo shake for a while, and he himself spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Sasuke!" Naruto shouted anxiously in the distance. He wanted to go over and help, but he had to maintain "Bonds Rasengan" with all his strength to contend with Jhin's "format" command, and he was unable to do anything at all.
"Damn it! This guy is so perfect! There are no flaws at all!" Naruto looked at the "weasel" like a killing machine and scratched his head anxiously.
Perfect?
No flaws?
A bowl of noodles suddenly flashed through Naruto's mind. A bowl of ramen that had become bland and tasteless because Uncle Teuchi was in a bad mood, but it was extremely real.
"That's not right!" Naruto seemed to have figured out something and shouted with all his strength in the direction of Sasuke.
"Sasuke! You idiot! He lied!"
"That guy is not perfect at all!"
"Have you forgotten what you said?! That bastard who loves to poke you in the forehead is not a perfect guy!"
Naruto's endless roar was like a bolt of lightning, splitting the fog in Sasuke's mind.