Kurenai Yuhi tensely shielded Goten in her arms, her body taut, not daring to look Uchiha Itachi directly in the eyes.
But Son Goten was different.
Not only did he stare, he even wanted to reach out and pry Itachi's eyelids open to see if there were LED bulbs installed inside.
Uchiha Itachi ignored Goten's nonsense.
Those scarlet, pinwheel-patterned eyes turned slightly, and a cold, powerful surge of mental chakra blasted straight into Son Goten's mind through his gaze.
Mangekyō Sharingan-Tsukuyomi.
The scenery around them changed.
The cozy dumpling shop vanished, replaced by an eerie space containing only black, white, and red.
The sky was blood-red, the ground was black, and an oppressive air hung all around.
Son Goten found himself bound to a massive cross, unable to move.
Across from him stood countless Uchiha Itachis, their faces expressionless, long blades in their hands.
"This is the Tsukuyomi Space."
Uchiha Itachi's voice echoed through the space with the indifference of a ruler.
"In this world, space, time, mass-everything is under my control."
Itachi slowly raised the long blade in his hand, pointing its tip at Goten's heart.
"You will spend the next seventy-two hours here. I will keep stabbing this blade into your body and let you experience a fate worse than death..."
Before he could finish, Son Goten, bound to the cross, suddenly let out an enormous yawn.
"Yaaawn."
The yawn was exceptionally loud and even brought a few tears to his eyes.
Uchiha Itachi's sword hand paused.
Son Goten tilted his head, looking around at the monotonous color scheme with a bored expression.
"Hey, pinkeye guy, is this your ultimate move?"
Goten shifted his bound wrists. Though restrained, his face showed no fear at all, only distaste.
"Dragging people into a world like a black-and-white TV to watch