Kill Him With Your Own Hands!

"So you actually care about this old man, huh?!" Genki's voice echoed through the air, laced with heavy mockery and malice. "But don't worry! I won't kill him right now!"

He controlled the Susanoo Armor, slowly raising its giant hand to point at the collapsed Hiruzen Sarutobi below. A cruel glint flashed in his eyes: "I'll make him watch his own loved ones die one by one!

I'll make him personally experience the pain I once endured! And then, in the end, I'll nail him to Konoha's Hokage Rock myself, letting him watch his beloved village turn to ash forever! Hahahahaha—!!!"

His frenzied laughter once again reverberated through heaven and earth, carrying an endless desire for destruction, plunging Jiraiya's heart into an icy abyss.

Fukasaku and Shima were injured, their genjutsu rendered useless. They no longer had any means to restrain Genki.

The giant hand of the Susanoo Armor descended once more. This time, no one could stop it...

"Screech—Screech—"

Two piercing sounds of tearing flesh shattered the battlefield's deathly silence.

Genki Uchiha, controlling the Susanoo Armor, used his fingertips like sharp blades, precisely severing Hiruzen Sarutobi's Achilles tendons and wrist tendons.

The aged Hokage let out a suppressed groan, his body slumping to the ground. The anger that had lingered in his eyes was completely replaced by numbness and pain.

Genki glanced at him dismissively, like discarding trash, and controlled the giant hand to sweep him into the nearby ruins, kicking up a cloud of dust.

With Hiruzen Sarutobi dealt with, his gaze, unhindered, swept over the chaotic battlefield and precisely locked onto a small, trembling figure curled up not far away—Itachi Uchiha's younger brother, Sasuke Uchiha.

"Hahahaha! Itachi..." Genki's frenzied laughter, laced with soul-piercing malice, echoed through the air. "Ready to watch your own brother follow in everyone's footsteps?!"

Before his words even fell, the thousand-meter-tall, pitch-black Susanoo Armor took giant strides, ignoring the surrounding ninja's attempts to block him, and marched towards the terrified Sasuke Uchiha who was fleeing.

The tremor of its giant foot landing was like the beat of a death knell, approaching the small figure step by step.

"Sasuke! Run!" Itachi Uchiha's eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted in rage, and he let out a guttural roar.

He struggled to get up, only to find his Chakra completely depleted. His meridians throbbed with pain, and he didn't even have the strength to stand.

He could only watch helplessly as the giant hand of the Susanoo Armor descended like a net, enveloping Sasuke.

"Bro... Brother! Save me!" Sasuke trembled violently, his small face deathly pale. Tears mixed with dust smeared his face as he stumbled forward, his childish voice filled with desperate cries.

He desperately reached out towards Itachi, only to watch the giant hand get closer and closer.

"No! Genki! Stop it!" Itachi Uchiha's roar was hoarse and broken, filled with endless despair and pleading. "Come after me! Let Sasuke go! He's just a child! He doesn't know anything!"

However, Genki Uchiha turned a deaf ear, a cruel smile on his lips as he controlled the giant hand to precisely grab Sasuke.

That hand, capable of destroying the heavens and earth, now precisely controlled its force, not harming Sasuke immediately, but firmly grasping him in its palm and lifting him high, so he could clearly see the despairing Itachi below.

"Since you were considerate enough to spare Mother and Izumi..." Genki's voice was filled with deep amusement, toying with Itachi's nerves like a cat playing with a mouse. "I can give you a chance! Do you want it?! Hahahahaha—!!"

"A chance?" Itachi Uchiha's body trembled, a faint flicker of hope flashing in his eyes. He knelt towards Genki without hesitation, his forehead pressing heavily against the cold ground, his voice as hoarse as a broken gong. "Let Sasuke go! As long as you let him go, I'll agree to anything! Whatever you want me to do, even if it's death, I'm willing! Please! I beg you!"

He kowtowed repeatedly, his forehead bleeding profusely, staining the dust beneath him red.

The once arrogant, powerful Uchiha prodigy was now as humble as dust, all for the sake of his brother's slim chance of survival.

Seeing this, the amusement in Genki Uchiha's eyes intensified.

He controlled another giant hand and, like grabbing a chick, lifted the kneeling Itachi Uchiha, suspending him in the air with Sasuke. They were only a few meters apart, yet unable to touch each other.

"Kill him yourself," Genki casually uttered the words, as if discussing a trivial matter.

"Wh... What?!" Itachi Uchiha's body stiffened abruptly, his pupils contracting sharply as if struck by lightning, his face filled with disbelief. He stared intently at Genki, as if unable to believe his ears. "You... What did you say?"

"I said, kill your brother with your own hands," Genki repeated slowly, a mischievous smile on his face, his tone utterly cruel. "If I were to do it, then it would be the same as with Fugaku Uchiha and Sarutobi Konohamaru! Hahahaha—!!!"

He deliberately brought up the tragic deaths of Fugaku and Konohamaru, aiming to completely shatter Itachi's psychological defenses.

"Genki Uchiha—!! You madman!!" These words were like the last straw, completely crushing Itachi Uchiha's final hope.

He frantically pounded on the hard outer shell of the Susanoo Armor, his fists bleeding profusely without him caring, his hoarse roars filled with despair and collapse. "Why are you doing this to me?! Why are you forcing me?!"

But his Chakra was long gone. This struggle against absolute power seemed so powerless and futile.

His fists struck the Susanoo's shell, only producing dull thuds, unable to even create a ripple.

However, Genki Uchiha looked at him coldly, his tone devoid of any pity. "I gave you a chance, and you didn't cherish it! Either you kill him yourself and spare him some pain; or I'll do it, and let him experience a fate worse than death. You choose."

As he spoke, Genki Uchiha slowly brought Sasuke Uchiha closer to himself. The giant hand tightened slightly, and Sasuke immediately let out a pained groan, his small face turning red, his breathing becoming difficult.

In truth, even Genki himself knew that Sasuke was innocent.

Sasuke bore no fault in this genocidal tragedy; he was merely a child caught in the vortex.

But what did that matter?

His soul had long been consumed by endless hatred, and extreme madness had completely taken control of his reason.