The one who slid open the door was Sasuke Uchiha, who had just pledged his loyalty.
Sasuke had shed his signature white kimono and removed the shimenawa rope from around his waist.
In its place, he wore a jet-black ANBU combat uniform, with the Senju Clan crest embroidered in dark red thread along the collar and cuffs.
This was the exclusive Senju ANBU uniform Chenshu Senju had specially arranged for Kimimaro to prepare for him.
Perfect.
Seeing Sasuke in that outfit, Chenshu Senju could not help but grin inwardly.
He had stuffed the proudest surviving member of the Uchiha Clan into the uniform of their mortal enemy, the Senju Clan, and made him his number-one lackey.
This sight was a hundred times more hilarious than Orochimaru having diarrhea.
Expressionless, Sasuke walked to Chenshu Senju's side. Like a killing machine devoid of emotion, he coldly looked down at the bedraggled Itachi Uchiha in the courtyard.
The frenzied, twisted hatred that had once driven him to seek mutual destruction was gone from his gaze, replaced by the icy stillness of stagnant water.
It was the ultimate ruthlessness that could only come after one had completely sold one's soul to power.
"Sasuke..."
Itachi stared fixedly at that familiar figure, his pupils shrinking instantly to pinpoints.
Not even when he had endured Chenshu Senju's unfathomable Wood Release head-on, nor when his prized Mangekyō Sharingan had been so effortlessly neutralized, had he ever lost control of his expression like this.
How could this be? This had to be a lie, right?
His younger brother, who had valued Uchiha honor above his own life—the proud youth who had rather betray the Hidden Leaf Village than stop pursuing power—
Had actually put on someone else's uniform and obediently stood beside that man like a well-trained dog?!
Worse