Self-Doubt

"Achoo~"

"To think that you, who defeated the pinnacle of the ninja world, would catch a cold?"

On the street, Sarada walked alongside the White-Robed Man in the shopping district. Occasionally, a cool breeze would blow, bringing a hint of chill.

"After all, I'm still at the level of a mortal body. Don't even mention a cold; a Kunai is enough to solo kill me," the White-Robed Man said with a slight smile, not caring in the slightest.

Hearing this, Sarada unhesitatingly pulled out a Kunai and fiercely stabbed it towards the White-Robed Man's waist.

But the Kunai passed through the White-Robed Man's body, without the sensation of hitting anything solid, as if the person walking beside her was just an illusion.

"Interested in my dōjutsu?" the White-Robed Man said with a light sneer.

Sarada nodded without hesitation, staring seriously at the White-Robed Man and saying, "The reason you were able to defeat my father and the Seventh Hokage is because of your ability to evade attacks, right?"

The White-Robed Man raised an eyebrow, looking back at Sarada with amusement, his voice slightly cold and carrying a warning, "You seem to be getting carried away ever since you resonated with the Seven-Tails. Don't forget, it's just a tool I've stored inside you.

Until the organization finds a suitable location to imprison the Tailed Beasts, we can only temporarily seal it as a Jinchuriki."

Sarada naturally understood what he meant. Tailed Beasts, being creatures of enormous size, would attract attention no matter where they were placed, so the best place to store them was inside a person's body.

The White-Robed Man casually told Sarada the general mission of this trip in an obscure way, seemingly expecting her to resist.

Sarada was slightly stunned, her Mangekyō gaze becoming complex. She said in a low voice that only she could hear, "The awakening of the Mangekyō is accompanied by an exceptionally cruel emotional turmoil, and my ability to awaken it was completely within your plan, wasn't it?"

Another gust of wind gently blew past, and the lights in the village finally brightened a little. Or perhaps the sun was about to rise, so the world of darkness became visible.

She would not forget the scenes she witnessed at the moment of awakening her eyes. Naruto squeezed out all the Chakra in his body for her, Sasuke was cut into pieces by him, and even Boruto could not escape the fate of a cruel death.

But in the end, all of this was just his Genjutsu. As for the purpose, she only learned about it recently. After all, the Seven-Tails also knew a little about the rumors of the Uchiha awakening their eyes.

Those were no longer secrets after the Fourth Shinobi World War.

"Perhaps," the White-Robed Man said.

The two walked silently in the deserted shopping district. The shops around them had long been closed, because it was late at night, even approaching dawn.

So the entire village was basically closed. On the way, besides the sound of the wind, the only things that could be heard were their footsteps and Sarada's earlier whisper.

A slight ripple arose in Sarada's heart. Perhaps this was the so-called, insignificant concern?

Sarada didn't know whether to thank him for giving her this precious eye, or to hate him for disrupting her life's trajectory, causing her pain and collapse.

Finally, she sighed and couldn't help but ask, "How much longer are we going to keep walking like this? We probably won't find any trace of the enemy just by wandering around on the street, right?"

After all, it concerned her other eye, which was only a single tomoe for now, but might awaken to the level of Mangekyō like this eye in the future.

"Heh," the White-Robed Man couldn't help but laugh. He mocked, "What enemy are we looking for? Aren't we just chatting and relaxing?"

"?" Sarada was stunned.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but… she didn't have the right.

The White-Robed Man's expression under the mask was exceptionally wonderful as he realized all of this. She finally understood her own position. After all, she had always just been a hostage.

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Nest Hidden Village.

Tazeshi looked at his companion, who was almost collapsed on the ground gasping for breath, and fell into deep thought. Although their bodies had undergone phased modifications, continuously releasing powerful ninjutsu was too much for their bodies to handle.

During this time, he had been using crystals to absorb all ninjutsu attacks, and throwing weapons were blocked by his rock-covered armor.

He searched for a long time but couldn't find the figure of his other companion, and couldn't help but wonder if he had died in the ninjutsu bombardment just now?

Suddenly, a rough panting sound came, "Cough cough, that was close."

A figure walked out of a semi-abandoned building next to him. He was covered in dust and staggered as he walked, looking like he had been shaken by the aftermath.

It was Moli, who had been ambushed by Tazeshi and pulled into the ground before disappearing. He walked dazedly to the location of the other three companions, frowning as he looked at the scene.

"What's going on with you guys?... Could it be that you started fighting because of dividing the spoils?" Moli asked, staring at Tazeshi suspiciously.

After all, three against one, it was obvious that he had ulterior motives and wanted to get the biggest benefit.

"Moli? Great, you've woken up. Listen to me, the companions next to you might be under Genjutsu!" Tazeshi shouted excitedly.

Hearing this, Moli raised an eyebrow, looked at the three companions who were panting heavily, and then looked at Tazeshi, who was only slightly dirty on the earthen platform, and fell into deep thought.

"Who are you trying to fool with that crap? I think you're the one under your so-called Genjutsu!" Moli said, taking out a Shuriken from his satchel and throwing it out with a decisive motion.

However, the rapidly rotating Shuriken hit Tazeshi's rock armor, creating a few sparks, and then fell weakly to the ground, and other weapons were also lying clearly on the ground.

"Listen to me, if their Chakra hadn't been exhausted, their attacks would have been directed at you, who is closer!"

Tazeshi tried hard to explain.

Moli turned his head to look at his panting companions, looking at them with a suspicious gaze, and they also turned their heads to look at Moli in tacit agreement.

"You want to kill me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, Moli? We are companions who have gone through thick and thin together, how could we possibly attack you? Don't listen to that bastard's nonsense!"

"Heh," Moli chuckled softly, his murderous gaze staring coldly at Tazeshi.

Tazeshi: ...

So, you guys are just targeting me, right?

The atmosphere instantly became tense. Tazeshi didn't want to see them continue to misunderstand him, and he knew he had to find a way to dispel the Genjutsu on his companions.

So he called out, "Hey Moli, you can tell if they're under Genjutsu by putting your hand on their shoulder. You know how to break Genjutsu, right?"

Moli walked up to one of the three, half in doubt, and tried to put his hand on the other's shoulder, injecting Chakra to disrupt the Chakra flow within their body.

And he didn't resist, to prove that he wasn't under Genjutsu.

After a moment, Moli asked, "What exactly is going on?"

Heim looked slightly dazed, staring at Tazeshi with a somewhat bewildered expression, and slowly said, under the other's expectant gaze, "He deserves to die."

Tazeshi: ???

Is the Mangekyō's Genjutsu too powerful, or do you guys genuinely want to kill me?