Crack!
The Prism shattered.
"Hah—"
Uchiha Nobihi jolted awake. When he looked up, he found himself bound to a Cross. Standing before him was...
Uchiha Itachi.
"How tragic. No matter how furious you are, powerless as you are, all you can do is watch. Watch everyone die, unable to save a single one..."
"Isn't that right?"
Uchiha Itachi approached slowly, Kunai in hand.
With a wet thrust, he drove it into Yehuo's neck. Then he raised his head slightly, revealing his scarlet Mangekyo Sharingan.
"Do you see?"
He spoke coldly. "Before these eyes, you, they, everyone will turn to dust. This wretched clan will finally meet its fate!"
"Hah—"
Yehuo sucked in a sharp breath and woke again. The wound on his neck had vanished.
But...
This time, he did not look up.
He only gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Is... that so?"
Outside.
Uchiha Itachi froze. The corner of his mouth lifted, but he quickly suppressed it. As he sprang backward, he seized Kisame and pulled him along. "Run!"
Kisame Hoshigaki stumbled after him, bewildered. "Mr. Itachi, why are we running?"
Uchiha Itachi said, "We'll die..."
Kisame stared at him. "What?"
"Run?"
As Kisame struggled to understand, Uchiha Nobihi's grim voice came from behind him.
Every hair on Kisame's body stood on end. That warm breath was right beside his ear!
"What?!"
Uchiha Itachi caught the scene out of the corner of his eye, and his pupils contracted.
How could he be that fast?!
Boom!
The next instant, Kisame Hoshigaki spat blood. From a single point on his back, the sound of cracking bones spread rapidly across his upper body, crack after crack!
Even half of Uchiha Itachi's shoulder went numb, all sensation vanishing in an instant!
A terrifying gust followed, hurling both men