A crushing sense of fear came down on him like a shattered starry sky.
Uchiha Long suddenly drew in a great gulp of air.
Did my Sharingan really reflect the genjutsu?
Did the members of the Military Police Force around me really fall under a genjutsu? Or do they even exist at all?
I'm definitely under a genjutsu right now, but why can't I resist it at all? Are even the Hand Seals for dispelling the genjutsu fake?
Fear, trembling, and helplessness kept creeping upward from his heels.
Uchiha Long felt his esophagus being pulled tight and his stomach clenched.
He had only experienced such extreme emotions and physical reactions on the battlefield.
Back then, a close friend from the clan had died protecting him.
Snap!
A crisp finger snap rang beside his ear.
In an instant, the shifting light and shadows settled, and Uchiha Long finally saw the clansman he had come to pick a fight with—Uchiha Yuan.
Yuan was sitting calmly in front of him as though nothing had happened.
"Are you alright?"
"Is your stomach bothering you? If you need to throw up, please use the restroom."
Uchiha Long did not hear a word of what the man before him was saying. He frantically took in every detail around him.
Clan members passed back and forth outside the door, their footsteps noisy.
He even heard greetings like "Hello, Captain."
Had he truly dispelled the genjutsu and regained consciousness?
"Long? What's wrong?"
Someone patted him on the shoulder from behind, and Uchiha Long jolted so hard he nearly jumped into the air.
When he turned around, he saw Captain Fugaku standing behind him.
"Long? I've told you before—unless necessary, don't casually activate your Sharingan in the Military Police Force. This isn't a battlefield."
Finally realizing how badly he