MM Racing Chapter 95 Opening Eyes
Chapter 95 Opening Eyes
Faced with Satsuki's cries and pleas, willing to give her own life for Naruto's safety, both of them were enduring immense torment.
Beneath Itachi's mask-like coldness, he forced his only sister to make such a desperate choice, a suffocating pain shooting through his heart. But the plan had to be carried out; there was no turning back on this blood-stained path.
She could only bury this pain deeper and arm herself with an even colder demeanor.
At this moment, the one whose heart was in turmoil and who was even feeling a sharp pain was Naruto, who seemed to have lost consciousness and was at the mercy of others.
Even though I'm the one about to get stabbed... hearing Satsuki's words... feels worse than being stabbed! That idiot!
A strong sense of guilt gripped Naruto's heart, suffocating him. Hearing Satsuki's tearful pleas, he regretted his "self-inflicted injury" decision for the first time so deeply.
To awaken those damn Sharingan eyes, I had to make Satsuki endure such immense pain and fear, even to make her say such things... I'm such a complete bastard!
Damn it! Why does the Uchiha's power have to awaken in such a cruel way?!
Just as Naruto was overwhelmed by overwhelming guilt and regret, Itachi's cruel voice rang out again.
"Remember this powerless weakness. If you want to kill me... hate me, despise me, and then... live on ugly, pathetically."
"No...please...stop!"
The next moment—*pfft!*
A completely unexpected, extremely sharp and profound pain suddenly exploded from Naruto's body! The cold metal pierced through his muscles and tissues without any resistance, bringing a terrifying, tearing sensation.
Ouch—! That hurts! This guy! Is he serious?! He's really going all out!
The intense pain almost made Naruto lose his ability to maintain his feigned unconsciousness. He frantically mobilized all his willpower and chakra control skills to suppress his body's instinctive spasms and resistance.
He was doing his best to maintain the stability of the chakra controlling all the [Menma] shadow clones within his body, and he absolutely could not allow all the clones to dissipate due to severe injury.
He must continue to "play" a mindless "hostage" who is being cruelly harmed.
However, all this inner roar and suppressed pain appeared as a completely different scene in the eyes of another person—Uchiha Satsuki.
All she saw was that, without hesitation and with precision, the gleaming short sword was plunged fiercely into Naruto's body!
Warm, bright red blood gushed from the wound instantly, quickly staining Naruto's shirt.
All the sounds around her were instantly sucked away, even the sound of her own heart pounding wildly... All these things she didn't want to hear or know turned into the sharpest awls, forcibly striking her eardrums and pouring into her already overburdened brain.
It hurts so much.
How disgusting.
Something extremely dark and violent was swelling and surging wildly inside my chest, roaring as it tried to burst out!
anger
sad
hatred
dear
Extreme emotions surged wildly within her, violently assaulting her last line of rational defense, propelling her already shattered spirit toward some abyss—
Om-!
A searing pain, so intense it felt like my eyeballs were melting, suddenly exploded from the depths of my eyes!
The next moment, her black eyes, completely soaked with tears, suddenly turned an ominous crimson color, formed from blood and curses, under the catalysis of extreme emotions.
The power of the Sharingan, reflecting the eye of the mind.
Uchiha Itachi stared intently at those crimson eyes that had finally surfaced, eyes she had longed for.
But in Satsuki's world, everything is different.
The field of vision became clearer than ever before, even able to capture the fine dust in the air and the texture of distant leaves, but the whole world was shrouded in a blood-red filter.
All the confusion, fear, and pleas were utterly burned away in that moment, leaving only an incredibly clear and unwavering thought, deeply imprinted into her soul like a red-hot branding iron—
The policy has been decided.
I know there are things I absolutely must do.
We absolutely must kill Uchiha Itachi.
Kill her! Kill her! Kill her to death! Crush her completely! Burn every single cell that makes up her body with flames! The existence of "Uchiha Itachi" must be completely wiped out of this world!
If I don't do this... I can't avenge the blood feud of my parents and clan, I can't repay the death that Naruto suffered, and I can't quell the hatred in my heart that is enough to burn everything!
Thoughts were completely tainted by a thick, dark hatred.
After killing that guy—let my own filthy body, burdened with too much pain and sin, die too.
A frenzied killing intent intertwined with a self-destructive tendency, and consciousness began to become unstable under extreme strain, with piercing noises starting to intrude into thought processes.
In those ominous scarlet eyes, three jet-black tomoe spun wildly, faster and faster, almost turning into three blurry black shadows.
The surging hatred is like an invisible whip, forcing it to break through a certain limit and transform into a deeper and more powerful form!
Spin! And spin again! It almost completely pulled and merged the three magatama, outlining the prototype of an even more complex and dangerous pattern—
However, at the very last moment when the pattern was about to take shape!
"—!"
Her body protested most fiercely! Intense throbbing pain instantly spread throughout her body, and every cell was screaming and disintegrating! Uchiha Satsuki, with her still immature body and far from mature chakra, was simply unable to withstand this terrifying power from the depths of her bloodline that had suddenly awakened and was trying to go even further.
Her vision suddenly went black, all her strength receded like a tide, and a strong sense of dizziness and exhaustion instantly overwhelmed her.
In the last second before her consciousness completely sank into darkness, her Sharingan, which was gradually blurring due to the backlash of power, captured one last image—
On that cold, twisted face that she had sworn to kill at all costs, a crystal-clear tear seemed to be quietly sliding down Itachi's eye.
This was the last thing Satsuki saw before losing consciousness, something she couldn't understand.
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(Sorry, I've found that I tend to write too much when dealing with extreme emotions. The overall style of the book is still quite light and will not change.)