Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too arrogant

Chapter 558 The Strongest on Tieba! The Defeat of Healthy Itachi!

Even with the complete Susanoo activated, the pressure on the eyes was still within Itachi Uchiha's acceptable range.

He could feel the Mangekyou Sharingan rotating steadily in his eye sockets, without that familiar stinging sensation or the warmth of blood overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

Given his original physical condition and the extent of damage to his eyes, let alone maintaining Susanoo for battle, even if he could only maintain it for half a minute, his body would probably collapse. Coughing up blood would be the least of his worries; he might even faint.

Itachi Uchiha certainly hoped his body could be in better condition. Not because he was afraid of death, but because he needed his body to be healthy enough to support him in completing his final plan.

It was good enough that he held on to his last breath and died at Sasuke's hands.

However, Itachi Uchiha never imagined that the realization of this wish—this body whose disease had been suppressed and whose vitality had been restored—would come from his younger brother, the very person who had orchestrated his life. No, not his younger brother, but a blood relative from another world.

She was his sister, whom he had never met but was related to by blood.

After learning Sasuke's true identity, Itachi Uchiha felt not anger at being deceived, but rather a sense of kinship.

He has deceived too many people in his life and has been deceived too many times. He has long been accustomed to examining everyone with a suspicious eye.

But Zuo Yue is different—in terms of blood relation, they can indeed be considered siblings. The chakra flowing in those eyes, that resonance of shared roots, is something that no amount of pretense can replicate.

His Mangekyou Sharingan was telling him that the person standing in front of him was family.

Itachi Uchiha had often thought this way before. When Sasuke was young, he looked a lot like their mother, Mikoto Uchiha. He wasn't the kind of handsome and dashing man, but rather had a gentler and more delicate appearance.

Sometimes he would stare blankly at Sasuke's face, thinking that if Sasuke were a girl, he would definitely be very cute when he grew up.

And now, Sasuke from another world stands before him. His sister. That cold yet stubborn look in her eyes—it seems his counterpart from another world has made the same decision as him in this world?

It was also about annihilating a clan, defecting, pushing her younger brother into the abyss, arranging everything and then waiting to die at her brother's hands?

As Itachi Uchiha looked at Sasuke, a strange feeling suddenly welled up inside him.

He doesn't regret what he's done, but he's curious whether his counterpart in another world was thinking the same thing when making those decisions.

Uchiha Satsuki stared at the massive red Susanoo before her, her expression unchanged. She had no intention of slowly torturing Uchiha Itachi; that wasn't her style.

She just wanted to teach this arrogant man a lesson, to show him that arbitrarily deciding other people's lives comes at a price.

"boom!!!"

A tremendous aura of ocular power emanated from Zuo Yue's body, and the purple Susanoo began to rise at a visible speed—from half of his body to his entire body, from a few meters to tens of meters, and from tens of meters to hundreds of meters.

Sōzuki also used the complete Susanoo, but the purple giant did not stop climbing. Instead, it continued to climb higher and higher, becoming more and more majestic.

As someone who possesses the same eyes as Kaguya Otsutsuki, the progenitor of chakra, Satsuki's complete Susanoo, when fully unleashed, is simply incomparable to the ordinary Mangekyou Sharingan.

That's not a quantitative change, but a qualitative change—like the difference between a drop of water and the ocean, a grain of sand and the desert, a firefly and the sun.

Uchiha Itachi stared solemnly at the purple giant that was gradually rising in front of him. He raised his neck little by little, and finally had to raise his whole head to see the giant's full appearance.

The sound of chakra gathering came from all directions, deep and powerful, like the roar of the Susanoo demon god.

A massive shockwave emanated from Satsuki's Susanoo, sweeping outwards in all directions. The air was compressed, emitting a sharp whistling sound. The ground trembled, trees were uprooted, and distant rocks were shattered, revealing fine cracks.

This kind of chakra power could probably only have been achieved thousands of years ago, in the era of the Sage of Six Paths.

"Ugh!"

As Zuo Yue's Susanoo gathered power, it unleashed a torrent of chakra. This torrent wasn't an attack aimed at him; it was merely the aftershock of the Perfect Susanoo's full power release—just an aftershock. But this uncontrolled aftershock, like a tsunami, crashed into Itachi Uchiha's red Susanoo.

Cracks began to appear on the red armor from the chest, spreading to every inch of the bones and muscles formed from chakra. Then, with a deafening roar, the red, complete Susanoo collapsed, turning into countless red specks of light that dissipated into the air.

Itachi Uchiha's body fell from mid-air and crashed heavily to the ground.

His vision began to blur again; it was the exhaustion and weakness that welled up from his very bones after he had pushed his body to its limits.

He tried to stand up, supporting himself on his fingers, but his arms were trembling slightly, and he failed after two attempts.

"...cough cough."

He covered his mouth and coughed twice, his palm feeling warm and damp.

After overusing his pupil power, the diseases that had been temporarily suppressed by Amaterasu began to flare up again.

Ironically, even in this state of backlash, it's still much better than being half-dead before.

In the past, Itachi Uchiha would cough up blood every time he used Amaterasu, and he never dared to maintain Susanoo for more than a minute.

And now, even after unleashing the complete Susanoo, he only coughed up this little bit of blood.

This would have been unthinkable in the past.

"Sasuke... will your future be just as powerful...?"

Uchiha Itachi collapsed to the ground, the light in his Mangekyou Sharingan completely dimmed.

His chest rose and fell slightly, each breath aggravating the backlash from the disease within him, but he still struggled to keep his eyes open, looking at the figure standing not far away, and murmured these words.

Uchiha Sasuke looked at Uchiha Itachi, who was completely powerless to resist. If her Susanoo had been fully formed, Uchiha Itachi would no longer exist in this world.

"Sasuke... no, what... should I call you?"

Itachi Uchiha's voice rang out again, and in his eyes, which had lost their fighting spirit, there was a softness that he rarely showed in front of others.

"That's unnecessary."

His reply was still the same heartless one.

"...I see."

Itachi Uchiha's voice was filled with undisguised disappointment, but he did not press the matter.

"Sasuke... I... it seems you were right."

He continued, his voice growing softer, as images of that night flashed through his mind—the night he decided to transform into a demon, the night he believed he was carrying a great cause, wielding his sword for peace.

He stood on the Uchiha clan's territory, watching his clansmen fall one by one, looking at the neighbors who had greeted him in the market, the aunt who had held him when he was a child, and the elderly couple who had handed him tricolor dumplings at the summer festival.

He told himself it was for the village, for peace, and to avoid an even more devastating war.

He told himself that these people were beyond redemption, and that their coup would cause even more deaths. He told himself that this was a necessary sacrifice.

When the night is deep and quiet, the faces of those people will appear before his eyes.

He also wondered if he might have really made a mistake. Not at a specific moment, but during many sleepless nights.

He watched Sasuke grow up day by day, and watched the child who used to follow him around calling him "brother" gradually become filled with hatred. A voice in his heart said—you made a mistake.

People are not tools that can be discarded at will. Every one of those who died by his blade had their own name, their own story, and their own family and friends.

He remembered their faces as they died—terrified, confused, angry, desperate—every single one of them clearly, and after all these years, they were still as vivid as ever.

That night, the Uchiha clan's police force was handled by the so-called "Uchiha Madara".

Those elite ninjas, those who would resist, those core members who were truly involved in the coup—none of them were killed by him.

Most of those he killed with his own hands were ordinary Uchiha civilians. They were girls working in dessert shops, old men repairing ninja tools, and children walking hand in hand with their mothers on the street.

He told himself it was a necessary sacrifice, for a greater peace. But those excuses became increasingly untenable in the face of those people.

He dreamt he returned to that night, looking at Sasuke as a child, watching the child's eyes change from admiration to confusion, from confusion to bewilderment, and from bewilderment to hatred.

The voice inside him grew louder and louder—you've made a mistake. But he couldn't stop. He had gone too far down the wrong path, so far that he could only keep going until he reached the end he had set for himself.

He died at the hands of the person he loved most, entrusted everything to him, and then disappeared with his mistakes.

But now, lying on the ground, Itachi Uchiha suddenly felt incredibly ridiculous. He had planned everyone's path, but never asked them if they wanted to take it.