Itachi waited for a moment and saw that Sasuke still refused to speak, so he retracted the brief fluctuation in his eyes and returned to his usual calm expression.
He lowered his eyes slightly, shook his head, and then spoke slowly.
"Forget it... compared to these, you don't seem to have the same eyes as me."
His voice was calm, but with a hint of regret.
"It seems that you haven't killed all the important people yet, have you?"
This sentence is like a needle, accurately piercing the most sensitive nerve of Sasuke.
"Don't change the subject, Itachi!"
Sasuke's voice suddenly rose in pitch, his fingers clenched tighter, and his nails almost dug into his palms.
"Even if I don't own Mangekyō Sharingan, I still have the energy to kill you!"
Itachi didn't respond immediately.
He just sat there quietly, looking at Sasuke's eyes that were slightly red due to anger, with a calm expression.
"Are you brave enough..." he repeated in a low voice, with an intriguing curve at the corner of his mouth.
And above the hall, in a hidden shadow, a white figure was lying on the ceiling, quietly observing the two people below.
White Zetsu.
His white, pupil-less eyes narrowed slightly, taking in every frame of the picture below carefully.
"Is this... a competition of illusions?"
He whispered to himself in a low voice, with a hint of curiosity and caution in his tone.
Illusion space.
Uchiha Itachi stood in front of Sasuke, with a lazy posture and a calm expression.
The corners of his raised mouth had already subsided, but his eyes had changed into three Tomoe at some point.
"Mangekyō Sharingan."
Itachi's voice echoed in the hall, low and clear.
"This is a special kind of eyes. From the moment they are opened, these eyes are destined to lead to darkness."
He raised his hand and slowly traced the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, as if caressing some scar.
"The more you use it, the darker it gets."
"The stronger you are, the more you will end."
"One day... these eyes will take everything from you."
Sasuke's pupils shrank slightly.
"What do you mean?"
There was a hint of wariness and confusion in his voice.
"What does this have to do with the question I want to ask?!"
Itachi didn't stop.
His voice was still calm, as if he was explaining something that was already predestined and had nothing to do with him.
"Of course it does matter. Because..."
His three Tomoe suddenly rotated and condensed into a more complicated pattern.
Mangekyō Sharingan, clearly appeared in front of Sasuke at this moment.
"Mangekyō Sharingan... will lose its light one day."
Sasuke's gaze fell on Itachi's eyes that had turned into Mangekyō Sharingan, and an indescribable palpitation surged in his heart.
He wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say.
Itachi didn't give him any more time. His eyes darkened slightly and his voice became a little softer.
"The slate... have you read it?"
As he finished speaking, the world around him suddenly distorted.
The illusion space began to rotate, pulling Sasuke's consciousness into a deeper illusion.
The picture of Madara Uchiha flew past his eyes.
Mangekyō Sharingan, who is destined to be blind, can only regain his sight by relying on the eyes of his blood relatives.
real world.
The two of them opened their eyes almost at the same time.
Sasuke's eyes wandered for a moment, then refocused.
His hands were shaking slightly, and the last words Itachi left in the genjutsu were still echoing in his mind.
"This is... the truth about Mangekyō Sharingan."
His breathing became rapid, and his thoughts seemed to be pulled by two ropes at the same time, swinging wildly in completely opposite directions.
A voice said in my head.
How can there be a conspiracy in this? He is a madman who slaughtered the entire clan for power! He is the murderer! He has fed you lies for so many years just to make you become his vessel!
Another voice whispered.
But what about those doubtful points? The calmness of the father, the tranquility of the clan, the absence of Anbu... Would a man like his father really die at the hands of his son without any resistance? Do the senior officials of Konoha... really know nothing?
"So... what's real? What's fake?"
Sasuke whispered to himself, his voice hoarse and heavy.
Then, he slowly raised his head.
Those scarlet eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and three Tomoe were spinning rapidly.
His eyes were fixed on the red figure on the high platform, his voice was suppressed and crazy.
"Since you refuse to tell the truth..."
He suddenly pulled out the Kusanagi Sword from his waist, and the lightning of Chidori suddenly jumped on the sword, making a harsh bird song.
"Then I'll beat you until you tell me!"
The moment the words fell, his figure disappeared from the place.
The next second, he appeared in front of Itachi, Kusanagi Sword wrapped in blue lightning and pierced Itachi's chest!
Chidori's chirping sound exploded in the small hall, and the thunder light reflected Itachi's face.
However--
Itachi was still sitting on the high platform, his expression unchanged.
He neither dodge nor block, he just sat there quietly, watching the tip of Sasuke's sword getting closer and closer.
Just before the tip of the sword was about to touch the hem of his clothes.
"Gah... gah...!"
Itachi's figure suddenly turned into countless black Crow, flying away in all directions.
Feathers were falling in the dim light, and the Crows flapped their wings, making noisy calls, and circled in the hall.
And Itachi himself, at some point, appeared behind Sasuke.
Sasuke's pupils shrank suddenly and he was about to turn around.
Itachi's hand had already reached out, and he accurately grasped the collar at the back of his neck. He pulled hard and pulled his whole body backward. Then he used one hand to spin him in a circle and threw him heavily towards the ground.
"Bang--!"
Sasuke's body hit the ground, gravel and dust flew everywhere, and a shallow pit was made on the ground.
Sasuke's breathing stopped for a moment, and the sharp pain coming from his back made his fingers holding the sword slightly loosen.
Itachi stood beside him, looked at him condescendingly, raised his foot and aimed it at his chest.
But just when Itachi's foot was about to fall.
"Hiss~"
Sasuke's figure suddenly turned into countless tiny white snakes and melted away.
Itachi's foot missed the mark and fell to the ground with a dull sound.