Chapter 133: I Was Just Saying It, Why Did You All Believe Me?

"Master, I feel like this brat is just playing you for a fool."

Wangliang, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up to stir the pot, his pitch-black face revealing no expression.

"We are a family talking here; can outsiders please not interrupt?"

Uchiha Gin picked his nose and retorted in a very punchable manner.

Wangliang's fists tightened; why were the descendants of Indra these days getting harder to deal with? They were nothing like Uchiha Yao, who was so easy to hoodwink.

"You're the one who caused Xiaoguang to become like that, aren't you!"

Before Wangliang could speak again, Uchiha Gin pointed his spear directly at him; Xiaoguang becoming that way was definitely the handiwork of this "filial" son.

"Hehehe, guess what I—"

Facing Uchiha Gin's accusation, Wangliang had just prepared to deflect,

"That's right!"

His own teammate had already gone ahead and called "GG" first.

Hey, hey, hey, I just relaxed my mental control a little, and this old man started frantically exposing himself.

"It was I who ordered Wangliang to control Wuming; I just didn't expect her strength to be so severely weakened after being sealed that even you couldn't defeat her."

I didn't; I only released a bit of her dark side. Where would I have the time to control that brat right now?

"Your roleplay is quite professional; the yandere portrayal was vivid and lifelike."

Hearing Uchiha Yao's revelation that the young girl had been controlled by Wangliang, Uchiha Gin, admiring his acting skills, immediately gave this professional mastermind a little red heart.

"Don't delay any longer, Gin. You must have exhausted a lot of energy during your battle with Wuming just now. That ninjutsu alone should have drained all your chakra, right?"

Mistaking Uchiha Gin for stalling to recover his chakra, Uchiha Yao mercilessly exposed his little scheme.

"Heh, as expected, I can't hide anything from your eyes. I only have a tiny bit of chakra left now."

Unable to guess why the opponent could still be so confident in a 2v3 situation, Uchiha Gin decided to put his acting skills to use; he immediately showed a look of panic and "reluctantly" nodded to admit his weakness.

"No matter. Gin, step back; I will deal with them."

Uchiha Tajima stepped forward, shielding him behind his back, and said with a calm expression.

"I'm sorry, Gin, it's all my fault..."

The simple-minded Xiaoguang also believed Uchiha Gin's words; she lowered her head, tugged at the corner of Uchiha Gin's clothes, and whispered, feeling very self-reproachful.

The reactions of the two left Uchiha Gin not knowing what to say; his acting was actually on par with Wangliang's—he didn't know if he had fooled the enemies, but his teammates had believed him first.

"Swish, swish, swish!!!"

Uchiha Tajima threw several speeding shuriken as a probe. The two Uchiha Yao figures on the opposite side stood in place, sneering as they watched the rapidly spinning shuriken.

"They're actually indifferent?"

Seeing the two not dodge or evade, a trace of doubt rose in Uchiha Tajima's heart.

"Wangliang, Clan Leader Tajima is looking down on us a bit."

Uchiha Yao straightened his hunched back slightly and glanced at the black clone beside him, giving a hint.

Wangliang, standing to the side, naturally understood Uchiha Yao's meaning and immediately sank into the shadow on the ground.

Just as the speeding shuriken were about to hit Uchiha Yao, they suddenly hung in the air in a bizarre fashion, as if space had frozen. Then, a strange black-and-white old man quietly emerged from the darkness.

"Who is this guy again?"

Uchiha Tajima looked at this strange stranger who had appeared out of thin air and asked coldly.

"This is Wangliang's true form: the ghostly assassin."

Like most villains, thinking victory was in his grasp, Uchiha Yao, with a hint of excitement, entered commentary mode.

Uchiha Gin, watching the show from the side, looked thoughtfully at the old jailer who had appeared. This guy seemed to be the real ocular jutsu creation, while that black sludge form—those who know, know; I won't go into detail.

Watching the old jailer, who exuded a cold and eerie aura, with vigilance, Uchiha Tajima activated his Sharingan, staring fixedly at this creature that lacked even a trace of life force.

"Jiejiejie..."

The old jailer let out a few strange laughs, and his entire body merged into the shadow on the ground once more.

Drawing his long sword, which he hadn't used in a long time, Uchiha Tajima searched for the old jailer's traces with his Sharingan, but found nothing.

"What are you looking for?"

A hoarse voice suddenly rang in his ear. Uchiha Tajima did not hesitate and swung his sword toward his back, only to find that the blade had cut through thin air.

"Jiejiejie..."

The voice actually came from below again. Uchiha Tajima looked down, somewhat startled.

The head of that strange old jailer had actually emerged from his shadow, his gray-white eyes full of mockery. He swung his sword down again, but still cut at nothing.

Uchiha Tajima immediately retreated, landing in the distance, and frowned as he pondered the old jailer's abilities.

"If I'm not mistaken, this guy relies on the shadows on the ground to appear and disappear unpredictably."

Smoothing his brow, Uchiha Tajima, having exchanged only a few moves, had guessed most of the old jailer's abilities.

"Hehehe, as expected of the Clan Leader."

Hearing Uchiha Tajima's analysis, a flash of gratification crossed Uchiha Yao's face in the distance.

"The teacher taught me well."

Looking at the mentor who had turned into his enemy, Uchiha Tajima replied with a cold face.

"Even if you know Wangliang's ability, how do you intend to break it?"

Facing this once-excellent disciple, Uchiha Yao was somewhat curious about how he would break his clone's ability.

"Teacher, after becoming Clan Leader, the first thing I learned was..."

Uchiha Tajima shook his head slightly, his tone carrying a hint of pride. Uchiha Yao, listening intently, frowned.

Why was this brat giving an irrelevant answer? Before he could think, he saw Uchiha Tajima in the distance bypass Wangliang and charge straight at him.

"Teacher, times have changed!"

To catch the bandits, catch the king first. Uchiha Tajima's three-tomoe Sharingan spun rapidly, and a massive amount of ocular power, wrapped in genjutsu, rushed toward the aged Uchiha Yao.

The old man, whose reaction was a beat slow, was hit head-on by a Sharingan genjutsu; he closed his eyes and fell into silence.

Seeing that he had succeeded so easily, Uchiha Tajima couldn't help but feel a sense of unreality; how could this Uchiha Yao be all thunder and no rain?

"Uncle, watch out!"

Uchiha Gin, who had been eating melon seeds with Xiaoguang for a long time, couldn't help but shout a warning.

"You're still a bit green, my good disciple."

A pale, withered hand quietly rested on the shoulder of the slightly distracted Uchiha Tajima. The voice that should have belonged to the old man in front of him now came from behind.

Alarm bells rang in Uchiha Tajima's heart; Uchiha Yao had clearly been hypnotized by his genjutsu, so how could he appear behind him?

That hand resting on his shoulder seemed to possess the strength of ten thousand jun, clamping him tightly so he could not move.

The old jailer, who had stood behind Uchiha Tajima at some unknown time, had black injected into his gray-white pupils, and his face took on a hint of vitality. He spoke slowly, his voice now switched to Uchiha Yao's.

"Tajima, you still haven't gotten rid of your arrogant habit."

As the old man's voice rang out again, Uchiha Tajima felt a strange aura flow from his shoulder into his entire body. Violent thoughts gradually rose in his mind, his consciousness began to blur, and his scarlet eyes were gradually stained with a thin layer of black mist.

"Don't even think about controlling me!"

Feeling his will about to be eroded, Uchiha Tajima let out a low roar and channeled chakra into his eyes. In the eye that had not yet been stained black, the three tomoe spun rapidly and merged, forming a brand-new pattern.

"When it comes to brainwashing, you're still just a little brother!"

(End of chapter)