Brothers and Kabuto

Beyond the battlefield of the Five Kage, at the other end of the wilderness.

A black figure silently swept across the sky like a gigantic crow, tracing a blurred path beneath the clouds. It was Itachi—Itachi Uchiha in his Impure World Reincarnation state. His body was so light it barely seemed solid, his ash-white skin gleaming coldly under the moonlight, his Sharingan slowly turning in the darkness.

He had been flying for a long time.

Ever since he and Naruto and Killer B had joined forces to seal Nagato, he had been tracking someone. Tracking the man who had dragged him back from the Pure Land into the human world—Yakushi Kabuto.

There was some hidden connection between the caster of the Impure World Reincarnation and the reincarnated body. It was the foundation of the technique, and its only weakness. Using that connection, Itachi reversed the flow of Chakra, closing in on Kabuto's hiding place bit by bit, like following a strand of silk to find the spider.

The direction pointed west.

Far from the battlefield of the Five Kage, far from the main forces of the Shinobi Allied Forces, far from all noise and commotion. That region was filled with rolling barren mountains and deep ravines, rarely visited by people, with even birds unwilling to approach—it was the perfect place to hide.

The corner of Itachi's mouth moved slightly.

It was not a smile, but a sign of confirmation.

Sasuke's pursuit was more direct than Itachi's.

He had learned from Naruto that Itachi had been revived through Impure World Reincarnation—and that he had broken free of the caster's control. The news was like a stone cast into stagnant water, stirring ripples in his heart that would not settle.

That man.

The man who had killed his entire clan, killed his