"Such a terrifying genjutsu!"
Kakashi murmured softly, his eyes fixed on the scene before him.
Yet, he couldn’t hide his shock at Genya. This kind of genjutsu was beyond his comprehension.
It wasn’t the usual kind that trapped soone in an illusory space, making them unable to distinguish reality from illusion. This one let its victims remain conscious, aware, terrified—but completely immobilized and unable to speak.
This required imnse ntal and spiritual power, and that power had to utterly crush the opponent.
Because soone fully aware of being trapped could normally focus all their ntal strength on breaking free. They would resist with every ounce of willpower.
Yet these people knew they were controlled and were utterly powerless.
That ant Genya’s ntal strength alone could overwhelm the combined force of all the Root ninjas present—truly overwhelm them.
And yet, Genya appeared calm, almost casual, controlling these people effortlessly. There was no strain at all.
Such ability likely surpassed most genjutsu specialists. Not just most, but he had reached the pinnacle. Even Itachi’s Tsukuyomi might not evoke the sa horror as this genjutsu.
Perhaps, only Shisui’s legendary Kotoamatsukami could rival such terrifying skill. Though Kakashi had only heard of Kotoamatsukami and had no firsthand knowledge.
Kakashi looked at Genya, eyes wide with disbelief. The thought of Genya’s current power was too terrifying to even imagine.
He wondered if the First Hokage were revived now, could he withstand Genya’s attack?
"Attack... all of you, attack with your jutsu!" The young Root commander shouted, still talking relentlessly, signaling his n to form hand seals and strike.
But as he began to form his jutsu, his ears twitched.
There was no movent behind him.
His hand froze mid-seal. He turned, eyes wide. "How... how is this possible?"
The Root ninjas behind him stared at him with terror. Their eyes were filled with shock and fear. A single glance conveyed more than words ever could.
The young commander felt a chill run through him. His subordinates were all under control.
The confidence he had relied on slowly gave way to fear.
He knew his n well—they were all high-ranking Root ninjas, roughly equal to him in strength. The only reason he beca a Root commander was his ti serving under Danzo and the trust Danzo placed in him.
But all his subordinates were controlled.
The enemy hadn’t controlled him—wasn’t that just treating him like a clown?
He really had been acting like a clown for so long, babbling endlessly.
How utterly humiliating.
At this mont, his thoughts began to race, searching for a way out.
One idea after another flashed through his mind.
The surrounding space seed to pause for a breath, so eerily quiet it was terrifying.
Suddenly,
The Root commander didn’t look back. He flew straight toward the rear of the Root base.
"You two hold them off! I’ll go find reinforcents... I’ll be back soon..."
In that instant, his only thought was escape!
Escape as far as possible, then find help.
The people Uchiha Genya brought were too terrifying—he couldn’t handle them alone.
He had no choice but to call for backup!
He didn’t dare look back and just kept moving forward, afraid that if he turned, he might fall under another genjutsu.
At the sa ti, he felt a small relief.
The enemy had wanted to embarrass him, but they hadn’t used genjutsu on him.
That gave him a chance to survive!
This carelessness—letting him go—was also their greatest hidden risk.
Uchiha Shisui had been so powerful, yet he was still caught by Danzo and a few Root ninja, blinded, and forced to jump off a cliff.
No matter how strong the newcor was, he would never surpass Uchiha Shisui.
With this in mind, his heart steadied a little.
He ran while trying to leave a sharp remark behind.
But halfway through his words, his voice grew hoarse, until finally, he could barely force out a syllable.
His movents stiffened, slowing down painfully.
Even taking a single step beca almost impossible.
Only now did he truly understand the despair of his subordinates.
Unable to move, unable to speak—they were like walking statues.
At the sa ti, an overwhelming helplessness filled him.
His mind was clear, fully aware he was trapped in genjutsu, unable to act or call out.
But there was nothing he could do.
Finally, using the only bit of strength he had left, he twisted his head to look at Genya and the others again.
"Heh... I thought you’d believe my genjutsu had reached its limit and that you wanted to risk your life against ?"
Genya looked at the amusing little Root leader with a faint smile.
He stepped forward, slowly, deliberately.
His steps were steady.
Yet, at that mont, everyone’s gaze was drawn to Genya.
Under the moonlight, his eyes were deep and srizing.
In the midst of this overwhelming fear, their minds beca unusually sharp.
So... when their gaze fell on Genya’s eyes again, they were all drawn to the six tomoe in his Sharingan!
The Root commander, wanting to flee, spoke in a hoarse, trembling voice: "Tomoe... Six tomoe. You’re not a failure of the Uchiha clan. You’re a genius. The true genius of the Uchiha!"
At that mont, his mind finally cleared.
The tomoe represented the power of the Uchiha clan. Ordinary Uchiha could only awaken three tomoe. Rarely, soone of Genya’s age could awaken even one.
But now, in front of him, there were six tomoe!
No wonder he could control them with a genjutsu so effortlessly.
This... had never happened in Uchiha history.
Genya Uchiha was not a failure at all. He was a genius. The true genius of the Uchiha clan.
He had fooled the entire Konoha leadership, even Lord Danzo himself. If they knew how strong Genya really was, Danzo would never have let him live.
No... it was that Genya had acted too convincingly. With this level of power, even when he was driven away that morning, and faced all the mockery, he had shown no reaction. If it had been him, he could never have done that.
"Heh... that’s right. I am the genius of the Uchiha clan. It’s not too late for you to realize it now!" Genya said plainly.
A genius—he truly was the only one of his kind in the Uchiha clan. He would not be modest.
As he spoke, he began to move.
Step by step, he walked toward the Root ninja.
But the Root commander’s mind kept spinning. The images repeated in his head. Perhaps it was the extre fear twisting his thoughts.
He pressed his throat and struggled to force out a few words: "Your mask... You’re the Konoha assassin from a few years ago?"
"I know who you are now."
"Don’t co any closer!"
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