"Hmph!"
The black-haired young man grunted again. Purple light flared around him once more, and rings of transparent ripples spread through space like waves across a clear pond.
A moment later.
Clang!
As a series of crisp glass-shattering sounds rang out, the transparent ripples vanished completely.
After dealing with Indra's soul and the enraged being in another dimension, the black-haired young man turned back to Itachi Uchiha, who was still bound in place.
"Hm?"
"Indeed. If anyone could evolve Shisui Uchiha's eyes into the Mangekyo, it would have to be you..."
"Itachi..."
The black-haired young man gazed at Itachi's eyes with satisfaction. The Three Tomoe had rearranged themselves into a new pattern, a strange shape formed by four corners and curved lines.
Itachi's eyes were now bloodshot, and he had widened them so much that they seemed ready to "pop" out of their sockets.
His face had lost all its usual composure, turning wild and deranged. Only someone whose inner world had completely collapsed would wear such an expression.
And Sasuke was the most important pillar supporting Itachi's heart...
At that moment, Itachi had only one thought: to kill this enemy with his own hands! The enemy who had killed his younger brother!
No, he should trap him in Tsukuyomi Space and torture him for all eternity!
The black-haired young man slowly walked over to Itachi. He stared straight into those crimson, bloodshot eyes streaming with blood—eyes like a demon's, eager to devour him alive...
But the black-haired young man showed not the slightest fear. Under his Sealing Technique, Itachi's power had long since been firmly restricted.
Under such circumstances, the fact that Itachi could still evolve his Sharingan was already remarkable.
The black-haired young man raised his right hand and pointed a bent finger at Itachi's forehead.
Pfft...
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