That damned system was pretty impressive. In this triggered memory sequence, it had perfectly recreated everything, including Itachi's and Sasuke's personalities and thoughts.
Shinji had yet to experience that firsthand, but Itachi's question alone confirmed that he had indeed entered this part of the story.
"My name is Akagi Shinji. I came here under Lord Jashin's guidance to save a lost lamb."
He could actually have made up any identity he liked, but Shinji figured this was just an instance anyway. Without knowing how to get better rewards, he might as well let loose and do whatever he wanted.
To be honest, he didn't like the Itachi standing before him.
The real Itachi should have been that older boy who carried Sasuke on his back and occasionally smiled at him fondly.
From the moment he slaughtered his clansmen with his own hands, Itachi had embarked on a road of no return that no one could understand.
"The Evil God's guidance? There are no gods in this world, much less any Evil God."
If gods really existed, why had not a single one ever answered my countless prayers and told me what I should do to save my clan, what I should do to protect the village?
A kunai slipped silently out of Itachi's hanging sleeve and into his palm.
But he didn't throw it immediately. He wanted to control his opponent with genjutsu first. After all, Sasuke was still in the other man's hands.
Only then did he notice that this fellow had not only kept his head lowered the entire time, but had also closed his eyes.
Clearly, he had been guarding against his genjutsu all along!
"Sure, I admit there's no Evil God, but does that matter? What matters is your own choice. If I choose to believe,