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Before me lay a forest shrouded in a thin mist, with a barbed wire fence blocking my way.
This is Konoha's 44th training ground, the Forest of Death.
This place was sparsely populated, but Dream Weasel didn't care about anything else. He kept moving and nimbly jumped over the barbed wire fence, heading straight into the depths of the forest.
The barbed wire fence shook violently a few times, startling several crows perched on nearby branches. They flapped their wings, let out unpleasant, hoarse cries, and scattered in the air.
Soon, as he was running, he sensed that the chakra fluctuations from the ground ahead had suddenly stopped.
Dream Weasel's heart tightened. He immediately lowered his body, slowed his pace, and cautiously crept forward, observing his surroundings warily.
The tall, lush trees blocked out the sun, and the dense shrubs obscured the view ahead.
The dream weasel held its breath, silently parted a clump of grass in front of it, and slowly peered out.
With just that one glance, his pupils involuntarily contracted sharply.
In the open space beneath an ancient tree not far away, a tall figure wearing a black robe with red clouds stood with his back to him.
And in that man's hand, Sasuke was being carried!
Sasuke's hands hung limply at his sides, and he was slumped over, clearly having lost consciousness.
A fleeting look of surprise crossed Dream Weasel's eyes, but it vanished in an instant, replaced by a chilling killing intent and icy rage.
He slowly emerged from the bushes, thinking to himself: An Akatsuki member?!
Dream Itachi slowly drew several shuriken and asked in a deep voice, "So, you're the imposter? What did you do to Sasuke?"
As soon as he finished speaking, "Uchiha Itachi" under the black robe with red clouds raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes in profile.
A vein throbbed on his forehead, and his previously placid expression subtly changed.
In just one glance, Itachi realized that the other person was identical to him in appearance, physique, and even those eyes...
No, there are still some differences.
The opponent's capacity and pupil strength are still... far from sufficient!
The bizarre scene startled him, but it was quickly replaced by an even more intense killing intent.
A surge of anger welled up within Itachi.
This is a fake!
He stole his brother and family affection that originally belonged to him, and even dared to turn around and accuse him of being a fake, interfering with the path of revenge that he had personally paved for Sasuke... It's simply unforgivable!
Seeing the other party remain silent, Itachi's gaze grew even colder, and he shouted sharply, "Release Sasuke!"
Upon hearing this, Itachi gave a disdainful snort.
He casually tossed Sasuke, who was unconscious, towards the direction of Itachi in his dream world, with one hand holding him up!
"Sasuke!"
Itachi's eyes narrowed, and he flashed forward, catching his younger brother in mid-air. He carefully took seven or eight steps back to dissipate the momentum before gently setting Sasuke down.
Without a second thought, Dream Weasel immediately bent down to examine his younger brother's injuries.
He placed two fingers on Sasuke's neck and felt that his pulse was steady and his breathing was normal. His brother had only fainted, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
However, in the split second when his mind calmed down—
Swish!Swish!Swish!
Several cold lights shot out almost silently from all directions, the shuriken tracing tricky paths, fast as lightning, aiming straight for Dream Itachi's vital points!
The Dream Weasel's blood-red pupils suddenly narrowed, almost instantly capturing the trajectory and angle of all the hidden weapons.
Looks like it, really looks like it!
Has this guy really gone this far?
Sensing the approaching killing intent, Itachi's eyes sharpened. Without a second thought, he scooped up Sasuke from the ground and spun around rapidly!
He held his younger brother tightly with one arm, while his other hand swung his kunai, drawing a swift arc of light.
"Jingle bells!"
After a series of metallic clangs, all the shuriken flying through the air were accurately deflected and landed on the ground, sparking a few sparks.
The loud crash echoed through the forest, seemingly waking Sasuke from his dream in Itachi's arms.
Sasuke groaned and slowly opened his heavy eyelids, feeling a dull ache all over his body and a heavy head.
The next moment, he realized that he was being held tightly in a pair of strong arms, and the familiar scent was so close that he was momentarily dazed.
At this moment, Sasuke seemed to have returned to the past, carefree and protected by his brother, with all the pain and hatred far away from him...
"Nii...san?" Sasuke groggily raised his head and looked at the dream Itachi who was holding him.
However, before Dream Itachi could respond, Sasuke's gaze had already passed over Nii-san's shoulder and spotted another figure standing not far away.
The figure, draped in a familiar black robe with red clouds, slowly lowered its raised arm.
In an instant, Sasuke fully regained consciousness!
An overwhelming hatred ignited from the depths of his chest like a raging fire.
Before he could even think, he grabbed Dream Itachi's sleeve tightly and shouted hoarsely, "Nii-san! It's him! It's this guy!"
In his dream, Itachi gently placed Sasuke behind him: "Sasuke, hide well, don't come out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned sideways and shielded his younger brother behind him.
Dream Weasel slowly stood up, once again casting his cold and indifferent gaze forward.
At this moment, the man wearing a black robe with red clouds finally turned around completely, revealing his face.
Dream Itachi noticed three horizontal scratches on the other person's forehead guard, a mark of a rogue ninja.
Beneath his headband, his equally dangerous Sharingan eyes were staring at him without any emotion.
Dream Itachi's eyes narrowed slightly, and a strong killing intent emanated from his body. He said, word by word, "It seems... your target has been me from the very beginning!"
Chapter 241 We will win, I'm sorry I couldn't let...
In the forest of death.
Two identical figures stood facing each other.
Uchiha Itachi, versus Uchiha Itachi!
Both men exuded murderous intent, and neither dared to make a move. For a moment, there was a deathly silence, broken only by the rustling of the wind through the treetops.
Fallen leaves swirled in the wind, drifting between the two.
In that instant, both sides moved simultaneously!
Two dark figures flashed by like ghosts, their movements as fast as lightning and as swift as a rabbit.
"Swish!"
With a series of whooshing sounds, several shuriken were released almost simultaneously, transforming into streaks of cold light that aimed directly at the opponent's vitals with treacherous trajectories.
“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”
A crisp metallic clang rang out in the air, bursting forth with a series of dazzling sparks that illuminated the dim forest with flickering light.
The shurikens fired by both sides traced arcs in mid-air, colliding almost perfectly symmetrically and knocking each other away.
This brief yet exquisitely crafted exchange was less a life-or-death struggle and more like a pre-arranged mirror performance.
The timing, angle, and force of their attacks were all perfect!
Sasuke hid behind a large tree, trying his best to hold his breath and concentrate.
He had already activated his three-tomoe Sharingan, his crimson pupils fixed on the battle in the arena, not daring to miss a single detail.
Even so, with his strength, it was almost impossible for him to see the trajectory of the movement just now.
Two "Uchiha Itachi" are too fast!
Sasuke felt a flurry of cold light before his eyes, and the outcome was uncertain in the blink of an eye.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he simply wouldn't have believed that there was anyone in the world who could rival his Nissan in shuriken skills.
"This counterfeit...it's actually this amazing?!"
Sasuke was shocked. No wonder this guy was able to kill the real Nisan and massacre the Uchiha clan back then!
Thinking of this, the hatred burning in Sasuke's eyes intensified.
In the field.
Dream Weasel narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression gradually becoming serious.
He was secretly surprised.
He had felt a strange sense of familiarity when the counterfeit goods were being used to ambush him.
Now, after a direct confrontation, he was even more convinced.
The opponent's fighting style, strength and skills, and even his grasp of timing were almost exactly the same as his own.
This cannot be simply described as "similar".
It's like another version of yourself is fighting against yourself!
Dream Weasel's mind raced; just who was this imposter?
With this in mind, Dream Weasel decided to seize the initiative.
His hands suddenly formed hand seals rapidly in front of his chest, his chest bulged, and his chakra gathered frantically: "Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"
With a low shout, he suddenly opened his mouth, and a ball of extremely hot fire roared out, sweeping straight towards Itachi, who was not far away!
The firelight illuminated their faces.
Itachi Uchiha, whom Sasuke called a fake, reflected the rolling flames in his pupils, yet he neither dodged nor avoided them, as if he had expected it all along.
He did not choose any other way to deal with it.
Sasuke is watching from the sidelines, and he wants to prove to Sasuke that the illusion in front of him is a fake that is far inferior to himself!
His usually placid expression seemed to shift slightly; it was the corner of his mouth that subtly curved upwards in an almost imperceptible arc—a mocking smile.