Chapter 133: What?! He's a Member of the Special Team?!
The full moon shone brightly on the earth, and a howling wind from the Land of Wind whipped up coarse gravel and sand, swirling wildly in the air.
The assault team, now split in two, watched as a young man in a high-collared black Uchiha robe calmly strode forward.
He stepped over the kneeling Root ninja offering their blessings, passed through the crowd of people with varying expressions, brushed past the astonished captain of the assault team, Shin'ya Uchiha—
And then he stood alone before the ninety men!
"Wait, Tsukasa—what are you doing? Don't go any further!"
Shin'ya, seeing this, widened his eyes, leaping forward to grab the young man's arm and pull him back!
"Come back! Come back now!"
"This isn't you being reckless!"
At this moment, a gale arose, the howling wind mixed with the clamor of battle cries swirling in the air!
The boy took another step forward, dodging Shin'ya's grab, and stopped.
His tone was calm, as if he understood everything, and he answered softly without turning his head:
"Shin'ya-senpai, I want to save you."
"I want to save many people."
Then Tsukasa slightly turned his head, looking back at Shin'ya with half of his face in profile.
On that half of his face was a Sharingan eye, its whites densely packed with countless blood vessels.
The single eye was bloodshot—like a demon!
Looking at that crimson eye, Shin'ya suddenly stopped, his breathing becoming labored, as if the surrounding air had been sucked away by that one glance!
An immense fear seemed about to descend!
Genjutsu: Sharingan!
Shin'ya immediately realized he'd been hit by a genjutsu!
And a highly sophisticated one—a level higher than his own!
But how could this be?
How could this boy have mastered Sharingan genjutsu, which was already quite impressive within the Uchiha clan, in just a few hours?
And even surpassed it?!
Forcibly controlling a three-tomoe Sharingan with only two tomoe?!
So fast that he didn't even have a chance to use Mirror Reflection!
This was simply unbelievable!
Shin'ya's eyes widened in shock. He gasped and stared in astonishment at the boy before him.
In the distorted genjutsu world, the boy's expression was heavy, as if he were carrying a mountain on his back. His lips, teeth, and even his face were trembling.
Then, with his single eye wide open, staring intently at him, he calmly said:
"Bearing the weight of duty, carrying dreams, saving from despair."
Tsukasa trembled, clutching his sword, and gave a desperate, bitter laugh.
"I'm sorry. I have no room left for myself."
"Blame yourselves for caring!"
Shin'ya's heart skipped a beat, sensing something was wrong. He swallowed hard, staring blankly at the boy before him.
He immediately struggled desperately, his eyes wide, and asked urgently:
"What—what are you saying?!"
"What are you saying?!"
"Are you kidding me?!"
"Who needs you to save them?!"
"Tsukasa!"
"Get back here!!!"
Tsukasa shook his head, calmly turning away, his expression completely indifferent, as if his previous vulnerable expression was just a fleeting moment. Then he said lightly:
"Shin'ya-senpai."
"After returning to the village, please light some incense for me at my memorial stone."
"Then—"
He completed the final hand seal and calmly turned around.
A faint red chakra swirled around his palm!
Then his five fingers touched the ground!
On the desolate desert, on the rough sand and gravel, in front of the three hundred Sunagakure ninja shouting battle cries behind him—he slammed his hand down on the ground!
Four Crimson Ray Formation!
The circular barrier seal rapidly expanded, the faint red light shield separating the ninety Konoha assault party in front of him, locking onto the three hundred Sunagakure ninja behind him, and suddenly lit up!
At this moment, the domain unfolded!
The enormous death-match arena once again took center stage in the shinobi world!
Tsukasa stood up, looked at the crowd before him, revealed a smile, then gently waved his hand and mouthed a set of words:
"Farewell."
After this, the boy turned his head without hesitation and strode forward.
"You—you—you!"
Shin'ya gritted his teeth frantically, his Sharingan swirling wildly.
Staring at the scene before him, his emotions surged so intensely they felt like they would burst from his chest.
"Wait, wait, wait!"
"Tsukasa, you're courting death!"
"Let me go! Let me go!"
"Please, come back!"
Overwhelmed by his emotions, he finally broke free from the genjutsu's control and charged forward, slamming his fist into the barrier.
However, this powerful punch only created a ripple on the barrier.
It couldn't budge it even slightly.
His face went blank, staring at the lone figure of the boy walking toward the three hundred Sunagakure members within the barrier. His eyes widened, then bulged, bloodshot!
His three-tomoe Sharingan spun wildly, faster and faster!
Tsukasa—he actually intended to fight three hundred Sunagakure shinobi to the death alone?!
This scene was clearly far beyond what anyone present had expected.
The entire Konoha assault force stared in shock at the boy's back within the barrier, their hearts pounding.
Watching this, Shin'ya gasped for breath.
He suddenly turned his head, grabbed someone behind him like a madman, and spoke urgently:
"Ichiji, Ichiji!"
"With your Wind Release team and my Fire Release, we can definitely do it!"
"And Akiichi, your Fang Over Fang is also powerful!"
"Help me, help me! Help me break this barrier!"
"I want to break it!"
"I want to save that child!!!"
Shin'ya pleaded desperately.
He didn't know why he had to go to such lengths, but the scene before him and the boy's actions had completely shattered his composure.
His mind went blank, leaving only this one thought.
However, at that moment, the Root member with the red-patterned bird-head mask suddenly appeared in front of them, drew his long sword, and held it to Shin'ya's neck, coldly shouting:
"Stop!"
"Take another step, and your actions will be considered treason!"
"What did you say?!"
Shin'ya turned around abruptly, glaring at the Root ninja with the blade against his neck.
"Do you want us to watch a child go to his death?!"
"Hmph!" The Root ninja sneered, too lazy to explain.
But in the next instant, a tanto was suddenly drawn, tracing a beautiful arc, and at a speed completely imperceptible to the naked eye, it was pressed against the Root ninja's back.
Behind the Root ninja, Shisui, his eyes wide open and tears streaming down his face, spoke in a hoarse, cold voice:
"You'd better give me an explanation."
"Otherwise—I'll kill you!"
Hearing this voice, the Root ninja turned around abruptly and saw Shisui, his right eye still dripping with blood, staring at him coldly.
The two black tomoe in his right eye had unknowingly transformed into three tomoe.
Stared at by this cold, intense eye, the Root ninja shivered inexplicably.
He frowned, sheathed his sword, and calmly raised his head, looking at the boy's back within the barrier.
He took a deep breath, and then said in a deep voice:
"You're wrong!"
"He's not a simple child!"
The Root ninja raised his head with fanatical eyes and shouted:
"He is the beloved disciple of the Legendary Sannin, the secret weapon of Konoha!"
"He is someone who deeply understands the will of Root, and thus emerged from the darkness—"
"A reincarnated Asura!"
"And the key figure in this operation, a core member of Konoha's special operations team—"
"Uchiha Tsukasa!"
Upon hearing the Root ninja's words, everyone present jumped, staring in shock at the boy.
"What?!"
"He's a member of that special team?!"
The Root ninja merely snorted coldly, too lazy to pay attention to these ignorant fools.
He stared intently at Tsukasa's back, his vision blurring, as if he were back in that city buried by the ocean, standing once more on those ruins—just like now, behind this boy who was like the sun, looking up at his back.
And then, with this burning emotion, he would spread the legend of Uchiha Tsukasa across the land!
The Root ninja took a deep breath, crossed his arms, and coldly shouted:
"Watch closely!"
"His mission is only one thing, and that is—victory!"
As the Root ninja's words fell, within the barrier, the young man stood alone facing three hundred Sunagakure soldiers.
Then he began to take steps—one, two, three, countless steps!
Until he crouched down and suddenly charged!
The wind whipped his hair, making his black robe flutter wildly!
Under the first volley of kunai raining down, amidst the Sunagakure ninja's frenzied battle cries, on this battlefield where only the victor could escape—
Tsukasa strode forward, his hands forming hand seals!
Boar-Dog-Bird-Monkey-Ram!
His eyes widened in fury, and he leaped high into the air, the young man's roar echoing throughout the entire battlefield!
"Summoning Jutsu!"
"Manda!"
End of Chapter 133
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