A Wise Man's Heavenly Game, Winning Half a Move Against Fate!

Hearing Kabuto's words, Sasuke said absurdly, "Compromise for the greater good? Worthy of song and tears? Ha, what the hell are you talking about? Uchiha Itachi? Him? That executioner who treated life like a killing game and committed every evil imaginable? Stop trying to make him sound noble!!"

Kabuto Yakushi said firmly, "No! Itachi's life was not a killing game! It was a game of strategy! He spent his entire life playing against fate, in a match where victory or defeat alike would leave him shattered to pieces!"

"His opponent was the darkness of this Shinobi World itself, an existence powerful enough to blot out the sky with one hand—something even Itachi could not resist! From the moment he entered the game, a tragic ending was inevitable, but even so... he still wanted to win half a move against fate!"

Sasuke shook his head desperately. "No! No! That isn't what I want to hear! I want you to spell out, in every detail, the crimes of that Konoha lapdog, that demon Itachi!"

Crackle! Azure lightning gathered in his hand, forming Chidori as he viciously thrust it at Sakura's face before him. "But what kind of incomprehensible nonsense are you spouting while wearing a dead person's face!!"

Bang!

Sakura's head... exploded under the lightning, and her headless body toppled stiffly to the ground!

Whoosh!

Dust swirled up, and Sakura's head returned to her neck once more. She rose and said to Sasuke behind her, "Sasuke, I understand that you do not wish to accept this cruel reality. But aside from me, there is no one else in this world who can give you the truth. Rather than venting your anger meaninglessly, why not listen to me first, then decide whether to believe me?"

That outburst of anger calmed Sasuke slightly.

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