No Trial, No Miracles

When he made this decision, Itachi Uchiha was in tremendous pain.

Those who possessed power experienced an immensely severe sense of loss after losing it.

It felt like being carved apart by a dull blade. Every moment was torment; all he saw was ordinariness, and all he could think of was the glory he had once possessed.

Well, Itachi Uchiha did not think he had ever possessed much glory.

When Uchiha Ensei reached out his hand, Itachi Uchiha still held onto a sliver of hope, hoping Uchiha Ensei would forgive him because he had shown a good attitude in admitting his mistake.

If he could still retain this power, then he would surely...

Rip~~

The sound of flesh being torn was deafening in Itachi Uchiha's ears. The pain from his body was utterly incomparable to the despair in his heart.

There was no trial, nor did any miracle occur.

Those hands mercilessly pierced through his body and pulled out a mass of black tentacles from within him.

At that moment, Itachi Uchiha felt a double emptiness. The nearly identical void in both his mind and body almost made him experience the existence of hell.

Yet clearly, in Uchiha Ensei's hands, the human body was like a lump of clay, something that could be molded at will.

Normally, after so much flesh and blood had been consumed by Earth Grudge Fear, and even the heart had been replaced, it would have been absolutely impossible to cut the person apart while keeping him alive.

But to Uchiha Ensei, it was merely some flesh and blood. A few small tricks were enough to regrow it with ease.

As for the heart, it was slightly more troublesome, but an extracorporeal circulation system could keep him going for the time being.

It only took a