Uchiha Yellow Weasel

He wanted to stand up again. Lying flat on the ground felt awful, but when he tried to push himself up, his body refused to cooperate. Or rather, he was trying to control it the wrong way.

A weasel was not so different from a human. At least he had not grown a second head or lost all his limbs. But the differences were still enormous, and adapting to them would take time.

Fortunately, Uchiha Itachi had experience. He knew how to control a crow; back then, he had trained for quite a while before mastering that kind of Substitution Technique. Now he only needed to get used to this body, and he should be able to control the weasel.

Then, in the next instant, he saw Lin raise her leg and lift her foot.

Out of courtesy, he should not have looked up. Lin showed him no such courtesy. She meant to bring her foot down hard on his forehead.

Weasels were agile when they controlled their own bodies. But the soul inside this one was now Uchiha Itachi, who could barely walk.

If Lin stepped on his head, it would hardly end well. The skull might be the strongest bone in a human body, but he was no longer human. Lin's shoe could cover his entire head.

Her bell-like laughter rang above him. Uchiha Itachi could even feel the rush of air over his head. But he had finally worked out how to move his body. He darted forward and narrowly escaped her foot.

He seemed to have forgotten one thing. Over the course of their evolution, humans had lost the need for tails; even their tailbones had dwindled to a short stub.

A weasel's tail, however, was anything but small. It was nearly as long as the