Great Ori Cutter!

In the dense forest, Itachi looked at Cook, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and a sense of nostalgia welled up in his heart.

The little kitten that always followed Brother Kou to his feet in my memory has now grown into a completely different creature.

I and Shisui had secretly fed it without telling Brother Kou, and we were scolded quite a bit for it.

Occasionally, Quan would be there too, and she would look at it with shining eyes, affectionately grooming its fur.

I still remember her smile from that time.

Those past memories seem to remain as if they happened just yesterday.

Shisui's laughter, Izumi's profile, Cook's purring sound when he was being touched comfortably, and Brother Kou's amused and exasperated expression when he saw them from afar...

Those days that we once thought would never change are now completely different.

"It's not Touch, it's Itachi. Don't learn bad things from Brother Koko."

Itachi corrected him softly with a helpless tone, subconsciously raising his hand and slowly reaching towards Cook's fluffy head.

The movement was so natural, as if he were still Uchiha Itachi, quietly crouching down on an ordinary day and gently scratching the back of a kitten's ear with his fingertips.

Cook watched as the weasel slowly reached out its hand towards him, and his short, jet-black fur stood on end.

It suddenly covered its head tightly with its two front paws, and cried out in its heart in a tragic and heroic voice:

"Goodbye, human! Goodbye, all you incredibly beautiful and irresistible female cats who haven't yet had a date with me..."

Thinking of this, two lines of tears of resentment involuntarily slid down Cook's tightly closed eyes.

"I, I don't want to die!!"

Itachi looked at the black cat curled up in front of him, and his outstretched hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The gentle light that had just appeared in his eyes gradually faded away.

Yes, everything... can never be the same again.

Itachi murmured bitterly to himself, slowly retracting his hand that had been suspended in mid-air.

Cook waited for a long time, but the expected excruciating pain did not seem to come.

It cautiously opened one eye, tentatively looking at the still expressionless face ahead, its golden eyes filled with deep confusion.

Itachi looked at Cook's tear-streaked face, forced a faint smile, and said:

"Sorry, Cook, I... I startled you just now."

Cook listened to Itachi's gentle words, which were almost identical to those in his memory, and shook his head vigorously, as if trying to clear his mind.

It suppressed its fear and doubt, pretending to be nonchalant, and waved its paw with a cheerful laugh:

"It's nothing, it's nothing! I just almost broke a sweat, it's alright, it's alright!"

As it spoke, it quickly wiped away the two pathetic tear tracks from the corners of its eyes, then casually changed the subject:

"Speaking of which, I heard from that guy that you left first, so why did you suddenly come back? Did you lose something?"

Itachi shook his head, looked in the direction he had left not long ago, and said in a solemn tone:

"I was just a little worried and wanted to come and check on things."

After all, the opponent is the Fourth Raikage, and we are currently in the heart of the Land of Lightning.

If he's feigning reconciliation but actually plotting against Kou, then Kou is very likely to encounter unexpected trouble.

He turned his gaze back to Cook, his tone softening slightly:

"But since you're here, it means Kou should be alright now, so I can rest assured."

Cook was overjoyed upon hearing Itachi's explanation and nodded frantically in agreement.

But just as it was about to use this opportunity to quickly change the subject and find an excuse to leave, the weasel's next question made its heart sink.

"Cook, knock on his phone, where is he now?"

"He... he is now..."

Cook spoke haltingly, his usually captivating, bubbly voice, capable of bewitching any female cat, now trembling wildly as if he were being sucked by the white-socked fat cat's nipples.

Cook sensed Itachi's increasingly serious gaze, and the urge to urinate that had just subsided surged up uncontrollably again.

It suppressed the increasingly uncontrollable physical urges surging from its lower body, and screamed in its heart, a desperate cry:

"Daddy, hurry up! This cat... this cat really can't hold on much longer!!!"

Meanwhile, Kou and Orochimaru had arrived at the deepest part of the tomb.

Unlike the previous simple tomb belonging to "Sengoku Susanoo" Uchiha Itachi, this tomb is obviously much more luxurious in both scale and decoration.

The walls of the tomb chamber are made of whole blocks of dark blue-green stone, each stone carefully polished, so smooth that it can almost reflect a person's image.

The dome is high and empty, with several ancient lampstands that have long been extinguished protruding from the stone wall, the remaining lamp oil in the lamps having long since solidified into a dark brown solid.

On both sides of the tomb chamber were various weapons—ancient Kunai with blackened, blood-stained blades and a Warring States period iron sword that had been cut in half.

Behind these weapons were several suits of armor from the Warring States Period, each with a different clan emblem engraved on its breastplate.

He recognized some of them, some he had only seen in fragments of ancient books, and a few ancient patterns that had been completely lost in the long river of history and had not been recorded or passed down.

And in the closest spot to the tallest tombstone, there lay a tattered suit of armor, completely different from all the other armors around it.

The armor had long been eroded beyond recognition by time; the leather straps between the iron plates had rotted and broken, and the surface of the armor was covered with scorch marks that looked as if it had been burned.

A broken wooden sword was stuck in the chest area of the armor.

On the chest of the armor, there was a very blurry pattern, an ancient design formed by two intersecting arcs in the center.

Even though it was blurred and corroded by rust, Kou could still recognize its origin at a glance.

That is the emblem of the Senju Clan, or more precisely, the early pattern of the Senju Clan during the early Warring States period.

But unlike the armor that had long since decayed and rotted over the years, the broken wooden sword embedded inside it seemed to contain a boundless vitality, still maintaining a vigorous life force.

The wooden sword had broken in the middle, with the lower half missing, leaving only the upper half stuck forlornly in the armor.

The moment he stepped into the tomb, his gaze was immediately drawn to the broken wooden sword.

He bypassed the neatly arranged weapons and armor, as if being led, and walked step by step to the broken Senju Clan- armored suit of armor, looking down at the brown broken sword stuck in the armor.

He recognized the sword.

That was a divine weapon forged by Kou Otsutsuki Kou reincarnation of Indra, at the end of the Era of Ninshu, using one of his Mangekyō Sharingan and a branch of a God Tree.

[Kagutsuchi], or rather... [Great Ori Cutter]!!

Looking at the broken wooden sword, he suppressed his excitement and joy, and said in a low voice:

"I was originally planning to rely on Orochimaru's intelligence network to search for its whereabouts in the Ninja World, but I never expected to find this divine weapon here... Is this what they call fate?"

In his dark eyes, the Three Tomoe Sharingan slowly and uncontrollably emerged, then connected together, transforming into a Mangekyo pattern.

He could faintly sense that the broken wooden sword seemed to be responding to his pupil power.

A primal desire flashed in Kou's eyes, but he quickly suppressed the impulse.

Because beyond the broken Okiri Great Ori Cutter, there was something even more unexpected within this tomb...

With great difficulty, Kou shifted his gaze from the broken sword to the towering tombstone in front of him.

He stared intently at the inscription on the tombstone, his eyes widening in surprise:

"Although I had guessed that the owner of this tomb was a figure from the early Warring States period, I never expected... that he would be such an incredibly important person."

Gazing at the solemn tombstone, the Mangekyō Sharingan gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the dim tomb chamber.

The tombstone bore the following inscription:

The Tomb of the Uchiha Clan, the First Clan Head of the Uchiha Clan.

Under the gaze of Kou's Mangekyō Sharingan, beneath that line of text, there was another passage of text engraved on the stone tablet with his eye power, text that only Uchiha who had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan could read.

Those were the last words of the tomb's owner, carved long before his death...