Massive Backlash

Almost everyone was watching Itachi, and the pressure had fallen on him. Google Search Read

The shouting and commotion outside never stopped. They could vaguely hear the hiss of that giant snake. Even a white snake from Dragon Cave would probably get slapped around for rampaging so recklessly within the territory of the Five Great Nations.

"So, what are you going to choose? Your teammates' lives are in your hands."

Rasa wore a smile as he sat in his swiveling office chair, propping up his chin while looking at them. Inwardly, he sneered. So Konoha was nothing special after all. Their organizational discipline was that poor. Still, he had to thank those people for eliminating dissidents.

Otherwise, how could such outstanding talent possibly be of use to me?

"Do you really think there are only two answers?"

Itachi sneered. Only then did his expression truly surface—still calm and composed, unmoved even before an army of thousands.

Google Search TWKAN

He was only a Kazekage, and a terminally ill fool at that.

"Oh?"

Confusion flashed through Rasa's eyes, but in the next second, his entire body appeared in an endlessly dark space. It stretched beyond sight, as though he had been teleported there directly.

Damn it.

Fortunately, the instant he lost control of his body, his hands formed seals.

"Ninja Art: Gold Dust, Flooding the Heavens!"

In an instant, the sand-brick house made from soil and stone transformed into a giant hand that wrapped around them.

Several tons of earth came crashing down at once. The falling mud and sand were fatal to fragile flesh like theirs. Yet with Rasa's Gold Dust protecting him, he would not perish alongside Itachi and the other assassins.

"What ruthless methods."

Itachi frowned slightly. Before the enormous house could collapse completely, a massive crimson figure tore straight through the tons of mud and sand, bursting into the desert night sky.

"Looks like my task is complete."

Mamba froze briefly, then sighed in relief when he sensed that familiar presence. Even after his bloodline had been cleansed and he possessed sinews of bronze and bones of iron, he had still been defeated in less than an incense stick's worth of time against these assault forces.

His body was covered in countless gashes blasted open by ninjutsu, blood pouring from them in shocking amounts. The once-smooth scales protecting his body were mostly shattered.

If they had not come out soon, he would not have been able to hold on much longer. Now he could use the summoning authority to return to Dragon Cave and rest.

"Thanks for your hard work, Mamba. Leave the rest to me."

In midair, the crimson giant radiated immense chakra as it spoke to Mamba. Thanks to his help this time, the pressure had eased considerably.

Kunai aimed at him were blown away by the surging aura, unable to get anywhere near him.

The red Susanoo's right arm grabbed Izumi and the others, then leaped away from danger. Even in its incomplete form, the skeletal Susanoo possessed strength capable of rivaling a god.

"Damn it, why are there so many of them? Boss, what do we do?"

Suzuki Iwa shouted. With his sturdy muscles, he did not fear being outnumbered. Instead, burning passion rose continuously within him.

After all, nearly every family had a blood feud with the Land of Wind. Years of war had long carved life-and-death hatred into their bones.

"Just hold on tight. Use concealed weapons and ranged attacks to kite them. Kill without restraint and stop holding back. At worst, we'll take them down with us."

Blood trickled down Itachi's forehead, making his face look ferocious.

Just now, he had been caught off guard by the falling Gold Dust. It had nearly knocked him unconscious for a short time. Fortunately, the power of Susanoo had burst out in time and wrapped around him, allowing him to escape disaster. Otherwise, how could he have let that bastard Rasa get away with merely falling unconscious from genjutsu?

That bastard got off far too easily.

In the original story, after Itachi Uchiha comprehended the secrets of the Mangekyo Sharingan, even the Water Country's Mizukage and the large Anbu force under him had been slaughtered by Itachi and Biwa Juzang.

"Don't let him escape! Assault unit, attack!"

Kankuro directed his puppets from the side as they charged forward nonstop. The experts of Sand Village also kept attacking Susanoo. They did not know what had happened inside the Kazekage Building, but the massive symbol of their faith had been desecrated by these bastards.

Unforgivable.

Any citizen of the Land of Wind would be enraged.

"Who would've thought that the Land of Wind, one of the Five Great Nations, was nothing more than this. No wonder you became homeless dogs in two Ninja World Wars. You don't deserve the title of one of the Five Great Nations."

The voice echoed through the air, filled with scorn and hearty laughter.

The feeling of pissing all over their heads like this was truly exhilarating.

Leaping across rooftops, the red Susanoo accelerated its power to the limit. The chakra of the skeletal giant enveloped the team. With their hands freed, even only half a Susanoo could run with incredible speed.

Like Tarzan, it swung and leaped between the buildings, nearly as agile as a monkey in the jungle.

Throughout it all, the constant taunts kept provoking the nerves of Sand Village's experts. If their fiercest warriors had not all been sent out on missions, how could they have allowed these dog thieves to run wild as though no one were there?

Boom!

An unsuspecting ninja focused only on pursuit stepped on an explosive tag Itachi's group had planted. It detonated directly beneath his feet. His wails and screams were swallowed by the scorching blast, and another life fell.

After wreaking havoc, Itachi's group had nearly reached the edge of the village. They only needed to travel a few hundred more meters to escape this Rio de Janeiro-like slum!

Damn it. Suddenly, Itachi felt his mind grow hazy as excruciating pain surged through his entire body. The agony in that instant nearly tore his soul from his body. This was definitely not a side effect of Susanoo—the backlash had not even begun yet.

Could it be...

[System Notification]

[The Uchiha Clan has suffered a devastating blow]

[Three Jonin-level experts have been seriously injured, eight Chunin have died, with further casualties and injuries among the rest]

[Cause unknown]

[Prosperity Value: -80]

[Current Prosperity: 253]

[The terror buff is spreading through the Uchiha Clan, with a certain chance of members fleeing]

[Assessment: Danger!!!]

[This situation has directly backlashed onto the host's body. Your Health Value: -20%]

[Please resolve the Uchiha Clan's affairs as soon as possible]

[Please complete the corresponding auxiliary missions as soon as possible]

[Mission rewards may compensate for the corresponding losses]

A string of system notifications kept flashing through Itachi's mind. At this most critical moment, the system suddenly let him down. The pain nearly twisted his face as veins bulged across it.

Just as he recovered his senses, he saw a terrifying figure blocking the end of the stone city's corridor ahead.