While Hui dealt with Danzo, Itachi was locked in a bitter battle with Chuanhe.
Watching Chuanhe unleash a ninjutsu he could not understand at all, Itachi became wary.
Right before Itachi's eyes, Chuanhe seemed to draw that sinful weapon out of thin air, and Itachi's pupils suddenly contracted.
But Itachi had completely calmed down by then. The emotions he had lost control of in his anger moments ago vanished like snowflakes.
No matter how Chuanhe provoked him or used words to stab at the most fragile wounds in his heart, this Uchiha prodigy would never make the same mistake again.
As his eyes closed and opened, his pitch-black pupils instantly transformed into the eerie pattern of the Mangekyō Sharingan. A design resembling a curved three-bladed shuriken slowly spun within his eye sockets.
Yet under the gaze of those eyes said to see through all genjutsu, Itachi suddenly realized a horrifying fact—he could no longer sense Chuanhe's chakra at all.
The instant that sinful weapon had been drawn, Chuanhe's chakra seemed to vanish right before him. The only chakra fluctuation he could sense came from that gun.
Taking a deep breath, Itachi's fingertips brushed past the edge of his ninja tool pouch, and three diamond-shaped shuriken silently slipped between his fingers.
With a flick of his wrist, the first shuriken tore through the air, shooting straight for Chuanhe's throat.
The instant Chuanhe raised his gun to block, the second shuriken came from an even trickier angle, striking the spine of the first with perfect precision before the ringing tremor of clashing metal had faded.
The third shuriken had already split apart, turning into twelve flaming streaks that shot toward every vital point on Chuanhe's body.
The first two shuriken curved in broad arcs, circling around to attack from behind.
Yet Chuanhe's