Tsukuyomi Shattered, Sasuke's View of His Brother as a Dead Dog

The blade of the katana reflected the blood-red moonlight. Devoid of the slightest mercy were Itachi's eyes.

Chakra flowed into the blade as he aimed its tip at Ye's abdomen and stabbed down with all his strength.

Within the Tsukuyomi realm, he was the absolute ruler. Time, space, mass—every law was under his command.

The instant the blade tip touched Ye's clothes, the entire world froze in that moment.

The katana could not advance even half an inch. Every black feather drifting through the air stopped dead, while the veins on Itachi's wrist bulged as he continued exerting force.

A vast amount of ocular power radiated from the Mangekyo Sharingan pattern in Ye's right eye as his exclusive ocular technique, Yomotsu Hirasaka, fully activated.

The underlying rules of the Tsukuyomi realm were forcibly torn open by Yin Release chakra. What invaded this crimson world in reverse was an immense spiritual force.

The pattern in Ye's eye spun rapidly clockwise as he forcibly seized control of time within the Tsukuyomi realm, making it begin to flow backward.

The black feathers suspended in midair flew back upward one after another, while Itachi's thrusting katana was dragged backward by an invisible force.

Fine cracks spread across the red sky. Unable to withstand the collision of two peak ocular powers, the illusionary realm began shattering inch by inch.

Back in reality, the night wind in the courtyard still carried the stench of blood.

Itachi's body jolted violently, and a scream tore from his throat.

He clutched his left eye tightly with both hands as blood continuously poured through his fingers, staining half his face red in the blink of an eye.

The mental backlash struck his brain nerves. The pain drained all strength from his legs, forcing both knees to smash into the bluestone pavement.

Itachi gasped for air, his body trembling uncontrollably in agony. His arms, braced in front of him, buckled several times.

He had always been confident that no one could rival him in genjutsu. Since awakening the Mangekyo Sharingan, Tsukuyomi had never failed him.

Yet this time, the ocular technique he was so proud of did not even last a second before being completely destroyed. Worse still, the backlash dealt a heavy blow to his mind.

"Is that all? Is this the extent of your ability? You dare embarrass yourself with such a flawed illusion?"

Ye looked down at the kneeling, panting Itachi, mockery clear in his voice.

Having no intention of giving Itachi a chance to catch his breath, Ye paused briefly before stomping down with both feet. What surged forth was the Sage Body chakra within him.

The Eight Gates' acupoints opened in succession: Gate of Opening, Gate of Healing, Gate of Life, Gate of Pain, Gate of Limit, all the way to the sixth gate.

Gate of View, open!

Solid green chakra vapor erupted from Ye's body, rapidly evaporating the blood and standing water within a dozen meters.

Violent energy flooded the courtyard, warping the surrounding air until its original form could no longer be seen clearly.

Ye split the airflow apart, leaving a distinct green afterimage behind him as he arrived before Itachi in an instant.

That green flash was barely caught by Itachi's remaining right eye. Enduring the violent dizziness in his head, he tried to summon Susanoo.

Dark-red chakra had only formed the outline of two ribs around his body when Ye's right fist tore through the air with an ear-piercing shriek and struck Itachi squarely in the abdomen.

The sound of shattering rang throughout the courtyard as the newly formed Susanoo ribs were smashed apart by raw physical force.

Without slowing in the slightest, the fist sank solidly into Itachi's abdomen. Stomach fluid mixed with copious blood sprayed from his mouth, dispersing into a large crimson mist in the air.

The tremendous kinetic force tore through Itachi's body, twisting his limbs as it sent him flying sideways at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.

Three thunderous crashes rang out in succession. Itachi first blasted through the courtyard's rear wall, then consecutively smashed down three homes along the back street.

Bricks and stones flew everywhere, wooden beams snapped in droves, and rolling dust surged into the night sky.

When the final wall collapsed, Itachi lay limp at the center of the ruins, half his body embedded in broken stones.

His Anbu mask had long since shattered. His pale face was covered in dirt and blood, and only a faint rise and fall remained in his chest.

A burst of hurried footsteps soon came from the street corner.

Sasuke Uchiha, who had raced all the way back from the Ninja Academy, arrived at the ruins gasping for breath.

Filled with anxiety, he had only wanted to find his parents and brother as quickly as possible. Instead, in this devastated district, he saw a scene he would never forget.

The clan exterminator from the original story, standing atop a utility pole, was nowhere in sight, nor did Sasuke hear those dogmatic words.

All he saw was his invincible brother, Konoha's youngest genius, continuously coughing up blood and lying in the ruins in a miserable state.

Ye stepped over the rubble beneath his feet, came to a stop, and planted one foot on Itachi's face, pressing half of it back into the dirt.

Green chakra vapor swirled around his body as Ye turned to look at Sasuke, who sat slumped not far away.

"Yo, nice to meet you."

Ye narrowed his eyes, his expression shifting slightly as he raised a hand and pointed at Itachi beneath his foot.

"Your brother looks like this now... are you satisfied with what you see?"

Sasuke's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground. His lips trembled without stop as every thought in his mind came to a halt.

Fear overwhelmed his anger. He did not even dare raise his head to meet Ye's eyes.

Dense sounds suddenly echoed through the surrounding air.

Dozens of figures clad in black combat uniforms leaped down from rooftops and treetops one after another, swiftly sealing off every blind spot and surrounding Ye at the center of the ruins.

Anbu blades and Root kunai all pointed toward the center, glinting beneath the moonlight.

At the front of the encirclement, two elderly men emerged under the protection of their guards.

The Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen, held the Ruyi Jingu Bang, his expression exceptionally grim.

Shimura Danzo stood beside him and looked over, the Sharingan on his exposed right arm slowly turning.

Seeing the badly injured Itachi lying at Ye's feet, Sarutobi Hiruzen drove the Ruyi Jingu Bang into the ground and spoke.

"Uchiha Ye, you traitor. Tonight... you will not leave the village alive!"

Ye swept his gaze over Konoha's fully armed elites before slowly removing his foot from Itachi's face.

Dark-purple chakra surged from his body and rose into the night sky, eclipsing the green vapor of the Eight Gates.

Faced with the layers of encirclement, Ye threw back his head and laughed loudly.