Junlin suppressed his fear and anger.
I could kill this child in front of me with a single finger, couldn't I?
No one nearby would see, and Fugaku wouldn't notice.
As long as...
As long as no one saw...
Damn it!
There were trees everywhere here. His mother was watching him through them.
I can't kill him. I can't kill this child.
But what should I do?
That atmosphere lurking among the surrounding trees...
That atmosphere that chilled Junlin to his core...
This was the reality before him.
Once fear welled up, it could no longer be restrained. It spread endlessly through the air, growing stronger with every breath.
His lips had cracked from tension;
His fingers could not stop trembling;
Looking at the expressionless face of the young child before him, Junlin found his legs inexplicably going weak.
His waist felt cold, his legs powerless.
But Junlin knew he absolutely could not curl up in a place like this.
Uchiha Itachi remained silent for a long time, seemingly choosing his words. After a while, he said cautiously, "You're... thinking about how to kill me to keep me quiet, aren't you?"
Itachi's voice was very soft, very gentle.
But to Junlin, it was a terrifying sound.
That voice was so faint, yet it seeped into Junlin's mind.
Junlin's body began to tremble, and he seemed unable to make sense of Uchiha Itachi's words.
He had not heard them clearly, but Junlin understood what Uchiha Itachi was trying to say.
Junlin could hardly believe it.
"Don't. Although Yanbai has lost some of his divine authority, to mortals like us, he's still a god," Uchiha Itachi said earnestly. "He can see everything you do."
A chill ate into Junlin's back.
The surrounding trees were supposed to protect everyone, but now they put