Chapter 112: Walking Right Into the Trap, Ambush at the South Gate Square
When the pupil power from behind the crack pressed down, the ninja blade in Itachi's hand failed to descend.
The blood moon still hung overhead, but the cross split open from Sasuke's wrist first, and the iron chains binding him snapped off link by link. When they hit the ground, they made none of the sound Itachi had anticipated, merely scattering into black shards of light within the Genjutsu Space.
Itachi's hand holding the blade stopped in midair, the preaching words he had meant to continue stuck in his throat. Staring at the hexagram pattern in Sasuke's eyes, the trace of condescending composure on his face finally failed to hold.
"When did you awaken your Mangekyo?"
Sasuke raised a hand and tore away the final segment of restraint, his fingertips sweeping past the genjutsu wound on his wrist, where not even a trace of blood remained.
"You've read the border battle report, and you still ask such pointless questions?"
Itachi leveled the ninja blade in front of him, attempting to remobilize the rules of the Tsukuyomi Space. The color of the blood moon deepened, and the tattered Uchiha Clan Crests around them began to spin, trying to drag Sasuke back onto the cross.
Sasuke stood his ground without retreating, the hexagram pattern spinning as the bloody ground beneath his feet began to crack in reverse.
"The time and space of Tsukuyomi are controlled by you?"
He looked up at Itachi, his tone devoid of anger, cold and rigid like a judge presiding over a case.
"Then control one for me to see."
Itachi exerted force with his arm and slashed down with the ninja blade. The blade light beneath the blood moon had barely neared Sasuke when