A cold, hoarse voice, seemingly holding back a volcano of emotion, cut off Mishima's rambling.
Sasuke slowly rose from the rock and turned around.
The campfire lit one half of his face, while the other remained hidden in shadow.
His exposed right eye-his left was covered by bandages-no longer held its usual pitch-black stillness.
Instead, it was covered in terrifying blood vessels, its pupil contracted to a pinprick as he stared fixedly at Mishima Heihachi.
A chilling aura radiated from him, a scalp-prickling mixture of absolute killing intent, pain, and fury. Even the temperature around him seemed to drop several degrees.
"You..." Sasuke's voice trembled from the sheer effort of holding himself back. Each word seemed forced through clenched teeth. "Say... that name... again..."
Mishima recoiled instinctively, startled by his appearance. "Wh-what name? Uchiha Ryūha?
"I-I was just talking. It's only a rumor. You can't take it seriously..."
"Shut up!" Sasuke suddenly growled. An eerie, heart-stopping dark purple light flared through a gap in the bandages over his left eye.
His chakra surged out of control, faintly tinged with an ominous purplish black, and a soft hum rose through the air.
"Sasuke!" Kakashi closed his book and appeared at Sasuke's side in an instant. He pressed a hand onto his shoulder and said firmly, "Calm down!"
The instant his palm touched Sasuke's shoulder, Kakashi felt a jolt-it was cold to the bone.
Moreover, the chakra inside Sasuke was flowing in a violently chaotic torrent, mixed with a strange energy Kakashi had never sensed before, brimming with negative emotion.
There really was something wrong with this kid!
At the same time, Naruto rushed over.
He stepped in front of the stunned Mishima Heihachi and frowned at Sasuke. "Hey, Sasuke, what are you doing? The old guy was just telling stories. What