It was like a carefully woven spiderweb, with the fledgling at its center—the prey about to be hunted and devoured by this pack of hunters.
"Chirp, chirp!"
With a sudden flap of its wings, the fledgling broke free from the sticky strands. After circling through the sky, its sharp beak viciously plunged toward those self-satisfied hunters!!
Itachi watched the seven Anbu members coldly. Some stood on the branches of the trees, some lazily leaned against trunks dozens of meters high, and some sat cross-legged in boredom. They truly did not take him seriously.
"Blood Hand Futu, huh? Your Anbu file probably calls you Blood Hand. I heard you specialize in countering Bloodline Limits. Being able to achieve this with the power of an ordinary man must not have been easy."
Itachi spoke softly. It seemed this man was his main enemy. However, he did not want to waste time tangling with this bastard. He wanted even more to know what had happened to the Uchiha Clan. Could it be that they had already been—
"What, are you in such a hurry to leave?"
The man did not even spare him a glance. Standing there with his hands behind his back, he had already exposed the secret in Itachi's heart.
Like a parasite in his gut... Did this man possess some kind of mind-reading technique?
Impossible. He absolutely could not let such things disturb his emotions. Even if a blade came down upon his head, he had to force his eyes open and overcome his muscles' instinct to blink. Only by keeping his eyes open and clearly seeing the blade's arc and trajectory could he make the best response and decision at the first possible moment!
"I'm not in a hurry. I just don't want to play with you people.