Parallel Ninja World.
Uchiha Compound.
Itachi Uchiha knelt on one knee in the pile of rubble, his chest heaving violently.
He coughed sharply twice, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
How could this be?
This was not only a complete defeat in power, but also an overwhelming suppression in technique.
The clash from just a moment ago.
Every single movement of his opponent was precise to the extreme, even seeing through his attack intent.
"Who is it!"
"There's movement over there!"
Right at that moment.
A flurry of hurried footsteps came from all directions.
The bright glow of torches pierced the dark night.
The previous battle had ultimately alarmed the other Uchiha clansmen.
A few breaths later.
Over a dozen Uchiha Security Force members appeared around the ruins.
"That's... Itachi?"
Uchiha Tekka, leading the group, widened his eyes.
He simply couldn't believe his eyes.
The clan head's eldest son, the acknowledged genius, had actually been kicked into the ruins.
This was simply absurd to the extreme.
"There's someone else over there!"
Another clansman raised a torch, illuminating the black-clad youth standing in the clearing.
The firelight flickered.
Illuminated Sasuke's cold and stern face.
And even more so, the three slowly spinning crimson tomoe in his eyes.
"Sharingan?"
"Could it be an expert from within the clan?"
The crowd, who had originally prepared to draw their blades, paused their movements.
The youth before them looked very unfamiliar.
Yet that pair of genuine Three-Tomoe Sharingan could not be faked in the slightest.
Since it was an internal dispute within the Uchiha, they naturally would not rashly intervene.
Everyone vigilantly stepped back half a step, surrounding the two in the center.
Itachi Uchiha propped himself up on the rubble with one hand, standing up unsteadily.
He gritted his teeth hard, his gaze