One "Let's Go Home" Nearly Scared This Rogue Ninja's Soul Out

Uchiha Itachi examined the attack from beginning to end several times.

I couldn't find a single flaw.

Gorō Satoru's punches and kicks were incredibly smooth.

Coupled with his unpredictable Space-Time Ninjutsu, he was as solid as an iron barrel, making him impossible to attack.

It's only been a few years, how come he's become so ridiculously strong?

That's absolutely jaw-dropping.

Compared to back then, his strength has improved by a significant amount.

This speed is so slow, even calling it a rocket seems too slow.

"Bang!"

Another powerful punch.

Uchiha Itachi was sent flying again, soaring straight into the air.

"Cough."

The weasel, floating in mid-air, coughed and wiped away the blood from the corner of its mouth.

A sudden realization dawned on him; he immediately sensed something was wrong.

The figure of Gorō Satoru on the ground in the distance dissipated like smoke.

Where did they go?

Before Uchiha Itachi could even finish his thought, the answer came knocking on his door.

"Bang!"

Gorō Satoru's figure appeared out of thin air behind him, like a ghost.

He twisted his waist and unleashed a sweeping whip kick.

The hard sole of my foot slammed into my exposed back, making a dull thud that went straight to my heart.

The man in the red cloud and black robe crashed back to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

The ground shook, making a loud noise.

A large crater appeared on the spot.

Dirt and gravel were thrown everywhere, and the rising dust covered the area.

Only after the ashes settled back into the ground did the surroundings gradually become visible again.

What was once a perfectly flat area now has a pit lying across it.

In the middle of the pit, a black figure was struggling to breathe, the breath coming out intermittently.

"Cough cough cough..."

Uchiha Itachi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

That kid Wu shows absolutely no mercy when he gets physical.

He must be really angry.

However, when he was enraged, he would coldly and brutally Teuchi.

Thinking about it, that makes sense, given his usual style.

Recalling the beating he had just endured, Uchiha Itachi still couldn't help but show surprise in his eyes.

I knew he was strong, but I never expected him to be this strong.

He didn't even get the slightest chance to fight back.

The Genjutsu Ninjutsu he had figured out were as easy to see through as paper in front of him.

He could immediately spot the slightest flaw in his own moves and devise a counter-strategy in the blink of an eye.

And then there's his strange magic and energy...

This time, I suffered a crushing defeat, losing almost everything.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Uchiha Itachi's lips.

Gorō Satoru, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, slowly lowered himself back to the ground.

"You look really pathetic right now."

"It looks like a higher-ups that's been beaten to a pulp and has no juice left."

"Heh, is that so?" Uchiha Itachi said in a flat tone.

"So, it's pretty ugly."

"Cough cough cough..."

After being beaten up, he actually looked relieved.

The days of turning tail and running away at the first sign of trouble are over.

But he didn't press the matter further regarding matters related to the Uchiha.

I don't know if deep down they still don't believe such a possibility exists.

It was the inherent sensitivity of the Uchiha Clan that made him afraid to touch it, afraid to even think about it.

Anyway, he never brought it up again.

"Wu, you've improved so much." Uchiha Itachi's voice carried a hint of relief.

I am no match for you now.

"You think you can stop me? You can do it with a wave of your hand."

"But that can't stop the outcome, and it's useless."

"You just want to watch Sasuke go down the path of blindness?"

"So..."

"It's so noisy. All I get to hear this bland, tasteless drivel first thing in the morning," Gorō Satoru interrupted him impatiently.

"It completely ruined my appetite."

"Nausea."

"If you have the energy to talk, go and talk to that old man to his face."

"Let's see if he'll accept your explanation then."

Gorō Satoru rested his chin on his hand, speaking in a lazy and casual manner.

Those blue eyes narrowed slightly as well.

It remains to be seen whether the Uchiha clan will listen to your rambling or break your legs.

Gorō Satoru briefly considered the image, a cold smile creeping onto his lips.

When he brought the conversation back up again, a look of unease and tension flashed across Uchiha Itachi's face.

"Old man?" He rarely showed signs of panic.

You mean my father...?

"They... are still alive?"

"Are there still Uchiha survivors?"

This conjecture, accompanied by immense elation, crashed down on him.

The impact caught him off guard and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

His knuckles turned white from clenching his fist so tightly.

"Oh? Didn't I say that before?" Gorō Satoru said earnestly, resting his chin on his hand.

"Of course they're still alive."

What else can we do?

"Who else is like you, whose only thought when something goes wrong is to sacrifice themselves?"

Everyone is doing very well.

Uchiha Itachi was stunned by Gorō Satoru's words.

The good news came so suddenly and unexpectedly that he couldn't quite grasp it at once.

Is Wu just making fun of him?

How could such a thing be possible?

Given the situation at the time, they had no chance of survival, nor could they possibly leave Konoha.

After the huge surprise passed, all that was left in my heart was an emptiness.

"Satoru, you really are..." Uchiha Itachi smiled wryly.

If you want revenge, don't try to fool him with something like this.

Given the situation at that time, how could the Uchiha possibly have survived?

Danzo, that masked Madara Uchiha, would never give the Uchiha that chance.

The light in Uchiha Itachi's eyes dimmed little by little.

Why would I need to lie to you?

"Still bringing up this matter?"

Gorō Satoru clapped his hands together and curled the corners of his mouth upwards.

He rarely lies.

It means that most people prefer him.

But when it comes to the number of times he actually made up a complete White Fang, it was very few.

That's how Gorō Satoru thought about it.

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Itachi's expression stiffened, but he quickly realized that this made sense.

I realized that he basically never makes up lies himself.

Moreover, he probably wouldn't make things up out of thin air in this kind of situation.

The most likely explanation is that every word he utters is true.

The Uchiha Clan truly still exists.

Thinking this through, Uchiha Itachi clenched his fists even tighter.

I never imagined I'd hear this news again in my lifetime.

In a daze, another thought popped into my head.

How did the Uchiha clan manage to evade Konoha and Madara Uchiha's eyes?

What exactly happened?

"Then let's go?" Gorō Satoru said casually.

"Let's go?" Uchiha Itachi was momentarily confused.

Which way to go?

"Of course, I'll go home." Gorō Satoru glanced sideways at the Itachi lying on the ground.

"Where else can we go besides home?"

"But..." Uchiha Itachi replied somewhat absentmindedly.

Where is your home?

"Naturally, it's where my family is," Gorō Satoru added.

"If it's not this, then where could it be?"

"Where there is family..." Uchiha Itachi paused for a moment.

But he already...

He no longer has that chance.

Thinking of that scene, a hint of panic flashed in Uchiha Itachi's eyes.

He was like a taut string.

No, he's not ready yet.

Uchiha Itachi had only one thought in his mind: to slip away.

He created a clone by forming a hand Hand Seals, while his real body desperately retreated into the distance.

I can no longer beat Gorō Satoru.

If you want to escape, you can't confront them head-on.

Gorō Satoru watched the weasel transform into a flock of Crow and disappear, showing no surprise or anxiety in his eyes.

He calmly took out a scroll from his pocket and casually unsealed it.

A large, black coffin stood there conspicuously on the grass.

What should we call this move?

"The Coffin-Carrying Jutsu?"

"Hmm, that doesn't sound quite right."

How about we call it the Impure World Reincarnation: Coffin-Striking Jutsu?

A short while later.

A young man in black robes carrying a black coffin set off and began chasing people away.

Before long, he, carrying the black coffin, blocked Uchiha Itachi's path.

Seeing that Gorogo could be accurately caught no matter where Gorō Satoru, Uchiha Itachi fell silent.

No matter how you hide, they can always find you. Isn't that a bit too cruel?

That's terrifying.

"Wu, what's wrong with you?"

Uchiha Itachi's gaze swept from the man's face to the coffin behind him, and his heart skipped a beat.

What is he planning to do?

Looking at Gorō Satoru Uchiha Itachi grinned broadly.

"Fine."

"I was just thinking of showing you my Ninjutsu."

What kind of Ninjutsu requires bringing out a coffin to demonstrate?

And they were greeting him directly?

A layer of confusion appeared in Uchiha Itachi's eyes.