Third "Satori" crashed heavily into the ground, smashing a huge crater into it as dust billowed and rubble scattered.
He struggled up from the ground. There was not a single wound on his body, but that monstrous form swayed unsteadily, barely able to stand.
In Tsukuyomi's Genjutsu space, Third "Satori" had no idea how many times he had been skinned, tendons pulled, and carved apart. His mind had suffered immense trauma.
The endless torment of who knew how many years had stretched the pain of every second into eternity, splintering his already broken sanity even further.
Unfortunately, two negatives did not make a positive. Repeated mental trauma would only drive him madder; it could not restore him from the void to normal.
Reason had long since burned away, leaving only instinct-driven brutality and numbness to pain.
He flapped the wings behind him, trying to soar into the sky, but a vine suddenly shot out of the ground, coiled around him, and began greedily absorbing his Chakra.
Third "Satori" originally possessed the ability to sense danger. But in the Genjutsu space, he had endured Itachi's killing intent for who knew how many years, sensing it over and over until he had grown accustomed to it.
The unceasing alarm had eventually become white noise, and deadly threats had been reduced to background noise through endless repetition.
Now that he had left the Genjutsu space, he had yet to return to normal, allowing Itachi to catch him off guard.
"Roar—"
Third "Satori" roared loudly and struggled with all his might. His sharp limbs slashed across the vines around him, shredding branch after branch of Wood Style into pieces.
But under the infusion of Itachi's Chakra, more and more Wood Style branches sprouted, binding his body ever tighter.
As the Wood Style branches drained