Uchiha Kurohane looked up at Uchiha Mikoto's snow-white legs and smiled helplessly.
It seemed the girls of Sakura Island were all the same—they loved stomping on faces when using genjutsu.
And before doing it, they liked putting on an act and telling their opponents to dispel the genjutsu.
Uchiha Kurohane was only a nine-year-old child. If genjutsu were that easy to dispel, there would be no point in it.
Uchiha Kurohane believed that, in Uchiha Mikoto and Tsunade's eyes, there was no way he could dispel the genjutsu.
They said such things merely to conceal their own desires.
But Uchiha Kurohane truly was an outstanding man. If he wanted to, he could dispel the genjutsu immediately.
But would that make Uchiha Mikoto feel discouraged?
She had confidently cast her genjutsu, only for a nine-year-old child to dispel it in an instant. She might completely lose her confidence.
Considerately taking Uchiha Mikoto's feelings into account, Uchiha Kurohane did not want to dispel her genjutsu.
Besides, this was an illusion Uchiha Kurohane was seeing. Uchiha Mikoto would not really step on him.
So it did not matter... No, wait!
In the real world, Uchiha Mikoto might truly step on Uchiha Kurohane's face.
Perhaps what Uchiha Kurohane felt afterward would be real.
Just like Tsunade before, combining illusion and reality.
When she used genjutsu to step on Uchiha Kurohane's face, she found it immensely satisfying.
As if wanting to experience that sensation, she might secretly step on him a few times for real.
Uchiha Kurohane immediately grew curious. Would Uchiha Mikoto do that too?
To understand her true nature, Uchiha Kurohane became even less willing to dispel the genjutsu.
Uchiha Mikoto pursed her lips, bent down, and said with a wicked smile.
"How much time should I give you? Three minutes? Or one?"