Chapter 942

The Sharingan was already running at overload!

Uchiha Itachi once again unleashed black flames, and the trait that the target would not stop burning until it was utterly consumed played a crucial role—at the very least, this allowed him to use it as a stepping stone to leave that courtyard which had become a scene of carnage.

Father and the Fourth had been completely tied down by that man suspected to be Madara because they fundamentally did not understand the enemy's surprise attack, and these helpers who specifically targeted the other clansmen had origins that were entirely unknown.

He tried to use Tsukuyomi to pull his opponent into an illusionary realm and then interrogate the enemy for intelligence, but even when his opponent faced him head-on there was not the slightest sign of falling under genjutsu. There was only one possible explanation for this—these enemies were nothing but a group of puppets.

Thinking of this, Uchiha Itachi could not help but feel a chill run down his spine, and then he denied that conjecture.

If they were puppets, why would they need to hide their true faces?

Moreover, he had never seen weapons of such exquisite craftsmanship as theirs; standard-issue kunai, shuriken, and short swords were all destroyed with ease.

These fellows could easily hide themselves in the shadows, and their methods of concealment were incomparably Gao Chao.

No matter what kind of ninjutsu it was, in the end it was all a matter of eye-work, but clearly the opponent was using a kind of secret art never seen before, because even the Sharingan

could not track those monsters who retreated back into the shadows the moment a strike missed.

Enemies like these—merely those who had clashed with Uchiha Itachi or whom he had caught a glimpse of—already numbered twenty or thirty.

At the same time, several other important facilities within the clan had also fallen into flames. Clearly their numbers were far more than that; the losses were continuing to expand, and every moment clansmen were being slaughtered!

What made Uchiha Itachi even more immensely worried was that his younger sister, Uchiha Sanai, had not returned to the clan grounds by curfew today.

Under normal circumstances, Uchiha Itachi of course would never let such a thing happen, but now he would much prefer that his sister was staying over at a friend's house, and that it would be best if she did not come back at this time.

Near the Uchiha clan grounds.

? "Hm… hm… hm!" A gloomy man with a pair of eyes exaggeratedly bulging outward, dressed in bizarre clothing that gave off a very uncomfortable feeling, was scribbling on the wall, humming a tune with a strange cadence as he drew........

Sanai was not unfamiliar with people who liked to graffiti on walls, but the one before her was simply too out of character.

Shouldn't the ones doing this kind of thing be those rebellious youths?

A guy who looked to be around forty or fifty years old—doing something like this was completely unacceptable!

Especially when it was on the walls of their Uchiha clan grounds, scribbling all over them.

"I say, Uncle, do you really have to graffiti on the wall?" Sanai decided to stop the man's behavior. This uncle looked like a complete stranger, so he definitely wasn't someone from the village.

"This is a place that belongs to the Uchiha clan, and graffiti is not allowed on these walls. If the security force were to discover it, they wouldn't be as polite to you as I am."

If it weren't for her, once this strange uncle was caught by that group from the security force, he would probably be locked up and beaten for several days.

After all, an outsider who had offended the Uchiha—no one could save him.

"I don't go by Uncle. You can call me Hu Zi. Miss, you really are kind-hearted, a very kind-hearted Miss." The strange uncle's impromptu graffiti came to a stop, and his face, which to ordinary people looked rather like that of a mentally disturbed patient, turned solemnly toward Sanai. The two exchanged a glance.

This strange person actually smiled?

"How nostalgic. Indeed, young girls always cling to such innocent and beautiful notions—truly moving beyond words! Here, this is a reward for you."

"A… a lollipop?"

Sanai warily retreated two steps. She especially remembered the words her brother had repeatedly urged upon her.

There are those strange uncles who like minors who often use sweets and candy to lure girls her age or even younger..