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Chapter 115 The Real and Fake Madara? Itachi's Heart-Piercing Words

With the strong intervention of the Illusionary Dojo staff, the previously one-sided battle was reversed.

The White Zetsu army was slaughtered in return, while Akatsuki's side was attacked by a few people who arrived out of nowhere.

"Haha! It's so crispy, so incredibly crispy!"

Kisame Hoshigaki wielded Samehada, and with each sweep, white limbs and severed arms were torn up.

"When I was in the organization, I thought of these guys as comrades, but now they look like rotten logs that can move."

Kisame crushed the head of the White Zetsu that emerged from the ground, revealing a disgusted expression.

"This is more boring than slicing sashimi. Hey, blond brat, stop throwing bombs at me and leave me some tough ones!"

In the sky, Deidara was having a great time riding on a giant clay bird and had no time to pay attention to Kisame.

In the heart of the battlefield, the atmosphere was quite different.

Zabuza slammed his decapitation sword into the ground, the blade sinking three-tenths of an inch into the earth.

He stood guard beside Xiao Nan and her specially made wheelchair like a door god.

Beside him, Bai held several senbon needles in his hand, watching vigilantly for any movement around him.

"Don't be nervous, beautiful."

Zabuza glanced at Konan, who was still forcing herself to form hand seals, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance typical of a professional bodyguard.

"Since the boss has taken this job, you are VIP clients. As long as I'm still standing, not a single fly can get into this circle."

Just then, the ground rippled, and a Black Zetsu clone attempted to use the Mayfly Technique to emerge from the shadow beneath Nagato's feet and launch a sneak attack.

Haku formed a hand seal, and a stream of water imprisoned the black substance, then froze it into a block of ice. Zabuza nodded repeatedly at this move.

Bai had always followed him, and since they joined the Illusionary Dojo together, Bai's strength had been increasing rapidly.

Zabuza sneered and smashed the ice with the back of his sword.

Black Zetsu's clone shattered into dust along with the ice.

"If you damage a customer, you couldn't afford to pay for it even if you sold yourself! This kind of scum deserves to die like this."

Zabuza showed a look of disdain.

On the other side of the battlefield, amidst the ruins.

The red Susanoo ribs were slowly dissipating, and Itachi Uchiha did not press his advantage.

His Mangekyou Sharingan coldly stared at the masked man a few meters away.

Obito, or rather, the man who was still calling himself Uchiha Madara at this time, was in a state of extreme tension.

If Itachi hadn't blocked that attack in time with his Yata Mirror, Kamui's suction force might have succeeded.

But more likely, he will be crushed by the aerial fortress that falls from the sky.

"Itachi..."

Obito lowered his voice, trying to maintain the dignity of the legendary Uchiha Madara.

"I never imagined that you, a man who almost brought ruin to the village and even slaughtered your entire clan, would now stoop so low as to be a lackey of a profit-driven merchant."

"Is this the kind of person you are? To survive, you've even abandoned the pride of the Uchiha clan?"

Despite Obito's mockery and provocation, Itachi showed no anger whatsoever.

His expression was priceless, like watching a clown putting on a great show on stage.

"Stop acting, Obito."

At this point, Itachi no longer cared about saving face for him and addressed him by his given name.

"Your acting is too exaggerated, even worse than when Sasuke lied to steal sweets when he was a kid."

Obito was greatly shocked at this moment.

"What...did you say?"

I said, stop acting.

Itachi's aura was no longer restrained; his sharp edge was fully revealed.

"You were responsible for the Nine-Tails' rampage. Minato-senpai has already proven this with his life, and the live broadcast on Sky Screen has made it known to everyone."

"If it weren't for Manager Roy's intervention, the Night of the Massacre would probably have become a reality, but in the end, it was you who induced it, and I know that very well."

"You've been using Madara Uchiha's name to deceive and swindle people throughout the ninja world, establishing the Akatsuki organization, collecting tailed beasts, and plotting the Eye of the Moon Project..."

Itachi paused for a moment and looked directly at Obito.

"You think you're creating peace? You even think you're a savior?"

"No."

Itachi shook his head.

"You're nothing but a pathetic wretch who can't face reality."

"Everything you've done, this false dream of the Eye of the Moon you've constructed, is nothing but because you're weak and afraid to face the facts that have already happened."

"You just... can't face a world without Lin."

The name Lin was like a key that opened Pandora's box, shattering Obito's psychological defenses.

Lin was his Achilles' heel and his Achilles' heel, and the only reason he fell into darkness.

He thought that only the dead Madara and Black Zetsu knew this secret, and that even Nagato and Konan were kept in the dark.

Why? Why would Itachi Uchiha know?

How much does that damned manager Roy actually know?!

"shut up!!!"

At this point, Obito could no longer maintain his rationality.

"Now that you know... then die!"

Obito stopped talking nonsense and stopped trying to sway Itachi with words.

His right eye shone brightly red, and a spatial vortex rapidly formed in front of him.

"Kamui!"

Obito's body began to spin as he ran, using Kamui's intangibility to pass through the rubble and obstacles on the ground, heading straight for Itachi's face.

He could suck Itachi into another dimension and slowly torture him to death there, if he could just touch him, even with just a finger!

"Too slow."

Faced with a space-time ninjutsu that could drive most of the ninja world's strongest to despair, Itachi appeared unusually calm.

Just as Obito's fingers were about to touch Itachi's collar, and his domain was about to cover Itachi's body...

The weasel's figure suddenly exploded, transforming into dozens of black crows that scattered in all directions.

Obito's hand grasped at empty air, passing directly through the crow's phantom.

"A clone? When?!"

Obito was startled. He had been keeping his Sharingan active the whole time and hadn't noticed when Itachi had formed the hand seals.

Prediction!

Itachi anticipated the moment when he would activate Kamui's materialization and used a crow clone to replace him just before making contact.

"Here."

A cold voice came from the side and behind.

Obito saw Itachi standing on a broken stone pillar.

Itachi's left eye widened, blood flowing down the corner of his eye, and his gaze focused.

"Amaterasu!"

Black flames ignited on Obito's right shoulder! There were no hand seals; the burning area was visible everywhere.

"Damn it!"

Obito reacted extremely quickly, almost instinctively activating Hollowfication.

The black flames of Amaterasu pierced through his shoulder and landed on the ground behind him.

The hard rocky ground melted under the scorching heat of the black flames, and even the surrounding rainwater was evaporated.

Although Obito dodged the attack, cold sweat had already seeped out of his forehead.

If he had been even 0.1 seconds slower, his arm would have been ruined.

But it's not over yet.

When Obito looked at Itachi again, their gazes met in the air, and Obito felt as if the world around him had turned into black and white.

A vast, ocean-like power of vision surged toward him—the prelude to Tsukuyomi!

Obito immediately looked away, not daring to meet Itachi's gaze, while simultaneously mobilizing all his chakra to resist the mental invasion.

"Huff... huff..."

Obito took a few steps back, creating some distance, his heart filled with surprise and doubt.

"How is this possible..."

"According to Zetsu's information, Itachi's body is already at its limit. Every time he uses the Mangekyou Sharingan, it puts a huge strain on his body, and his eyesight also deteriorates significantly."

"But now..."

Obito looked at Itachi standing on the stone pillar.

Itachi's breathing was steady, his chakra flowed smoothly, and he even showed very little fatigue from releasing Amaterasu.

This doesn't look like someone seriously ill at all.

This is clearly the Uchiha War God at his peak, or even beyond!

Are you surprised?

Itachi seemed to see through Obito's thoughts, and he reached out and gently wiped away the blood from the corner of his left eye.

"You think I'd be coughing up blood, have blurred vision, and need to rest for half a day after just one use of Amaterasu?"

Itachi smiled slightly and began his lecture.

"This era has changed, Obito."

"Manager Roy's medicine not only cured my illness, but also helped repair my damaged meridians."

"It even enhanced my eye power to a new level, reaching a realm I had never touched before."

Itachi leaped down from the stone pillar and approached Obito.

"Right now, all you know is a space-time ninjutsu that only knows how to play hide-and-seek, and you also have a fake Madara title."

"What right do you have to call yourself a god before me?"

"What right do you have to run wild on the territory that belongs to the Illusionary Realm Dojo?"

Three shuriken were spinning in Itachi's right hand, and black Amaterasu flames were burning silently on the blades of the shuriken.

Tell me, Obito.

"Do you want to be burned to ashes, or do you want to repent for all the lies you've told in your life in the world of Tsukuyomi?"

Obito sensed a real threat.

This is not just about strength, but also about the opponent's intelligence, intelligence, and resources.

What exactly did the mysterious store manager, Roy, give to this group of people?

How could they have transformed each of them to this extent?

"Roy..."

Obito muttered that name viciously in his mind.

"You rule-breaker bastard!"