Naruto: I'm in Konoha, my name is Uzumaki Menma

Chapter 254 Itachi, how narrow-minded you are!
"The fate of the Uchiha is not for you, an outsider, to judge," Itachi said coldly, while his right hand subtly formed a hand seal.

"Outsiders?" Menma tilted his head slightly, the three eyes on his mask seemingly staring at Itachi: "When your vision is limited to one clan and one village, naturally everyone looks like an outsider."

"What a narrow-minded attitude this is."

But the instant Menma finished speaking, Itachi moved!

Instead of rushing directly at the numb face, it suddenly and rapidly shifted to the left, simultaneously opening its mouth and spitting out—

"Art fire escape ho fireball!"

Although it was just a regular C-rank ninjutsu, when Itachi used it, a huge fireball, like a miniature sun, roared out with scorching heat, instantly scorching the surrounding vegetation and heading straight for Menma.

However, Mianma didn't even move; he simply raised his right hand, palm facing the surging flames.

An invisible force field emanated from the center of his palm.

"Shinra Tenzheng!"

With a soft whisper, the massive fireball seemed to crash into an invisible, absolutely insurmountable wall. After a violent twist and compression, it suddenly slammed back and rushed towards Itachi!

Itachi's pupils suddenly contracted!

What kind of technique is this?

It is definitely not any known ninjutsu or bloodline limit!
He used his teleportation technique to its fullest extent, leaving a lifelike afterimage in place before it was engulfed by flames. His true form had already appeared to the side and behind Menma, and several shuriken had appeared in his hand at some unknown time. With a flick of his arm, the shuriken shot out at extremely tricky angles, sealing off all space above, below, left, and right.

"Shuriken Shadow Clone Jutsu!"

The flying shuriken split instantly in mid-air, one becoming two, two becoming four, transforming into a sky full of cold light, completely enveloping Mianma like a sudden storm.

Faced with an attack powerful enough to riddle any Jonin with bullets, Menma remained standing in place, merely stomping his foot lightly.

hum-

An even stranger scene unfolded.

All the shuriken that were about to touch his body seemed to suddenly sink into an invisible swamp, their speed decreased sharply, and they eventually stopped completely in the air half a foot around him, like flying insects frozen in amber!

The Nine-Faced Beast - The Southern Dipper Immortal's Imprisoning Power!

Itachi's Sharingan was operating frantically, trying to analyze this incredible phenomenon, but he could only sense a vast and strange energy field distorting the surrounding space.

This isn't a change in the form or nature of chakra; it's more like...

A blatant interference with the rules!

"Is that all, Uchiha Itachi?" Menma's voice remained calm as he slowly raised his hand, his fingertips lightly tapping one of the shuriken that had stopped moving.

"Then, here you go."

"Shinra Tenzheng!"

The repulsive force erupted once again!

All the halted shuriken were reflected back along their original path with even greater speed and force than when they came!

The sound of something tearing through the air was shrill and piercing!
Itachi's figure transformed into countless flying crows amidst the dense rain of swords, scattering in all directions and skillfully avoiding all attacks.

The crow reassembled into its original form not far away, its expression becoming even more solemn as it distanced itself from Menma.

Physical attacks are ineffective?

They can't even get close?
His hands moved so fast that only a blur could be seen.

"Fire Release: Phoenix Flower Claw Red!" Another test!
Balls of blazing fire erupted, each containing a spinning shuriken at its center, its trajectory unpredictable, enveloping Mianma from all directions.

This is not only the power of an A-rank ninjutsu, but also contains the exquisite variations of combining fire release and shurikenjutsu.

Mianma raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and gently pressed it against the sky full of fireballs.

"All things are guided by heaven."

The powerful gravity instantly acted on all the fireballs and the shurikens at their cores.

The previously erratic trajectory suddenly changed, and all attacks deviated from their targets uncontrollably, colliding and exploding in the empty space half a zhang away from Mianma's body!
A series of loud explosions rang out, the flames reflected on the river surface, and scorching air surged, yet not even the hem of Mianma's clothes was stirred.

Before the flames had died down, Itachi's figure had already pierced through the curtain of fire like a ghost!
The kunai in his hand was wrapped in sharp wind-attribute chakra, aimed straight at his face and throat.

The Sharingan spun wildly, capturing all of the opponent's blocking or dodging routes.

It seems there's no way to avoid facial blemishes.

However, just as the kunai was about to touch his skin, his body slid back half a foot in a way that defied the laws of physics, just avoiding the blade.

It wasn't like he was teleporting; it was more like he was being pulled along by invisible threads.

Itachi's attacks were relentless, like a tidal wave. He used kunai to stab, shuriken to harass, and taijutsu combos, all combined with the Sharingan's insightful vision, making his offensive incredibly fierce.

However, Menma only moved and dodged seemingly dangerously within a small area, sometimes using gravity to slightly deflect attacks, and sometimes using repulsive force to deflect unavoidable weapons. His calm demeanor was chilling.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides had exchanged dozens of blows.

Every attack Itachi made landed on empty air or was deflected by some strange force.

He was horrified. His Sharingan couldn't see through the opponent's dodging method at all, as if the opponent could predict the future, or as if the laws of physics had lost their effect in front of him.

Itachi used the momentum to leap backward, his hands rapidly forming hand seals once more, moving so fast that only a blur remained.
"Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet Technique!"

The waters of the Nanga River surged forth, coalescing into a ferocious water dragon that roared towards Menma.

Mianma simply raised his hand as usual.

boom!
The enormous water dragon crashed into the invisible repulsive wall and shattered, turning into a shower of water droplets that fell like a torrential downpour.

The moment the water curtain blurred his vision, Itachi's true form passed through the water curtain like a ghost and launched another attack, his kunai aimed straight for the back of the man who had been numb!

This time, Menma didn't use repulsive force. Instead, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, he turned to the side with an incredibly small movement, perfectly avoiding the lightning-sparkling tip of the kunai.

At the same time, he brought his left index and middle fingers together and precisely pressed the chakra point on Itachi's wrist.

His movements were fluid and graceful, as if he had anticipated all of Itachi's actions.

Alarm bells rang in Itachi's mind. He forcefully twisted his body, changing his thrust into a sweep, and slashed his kunai toward Menma's neck.

Without flinching or dodging, Mianma met the kunai with his right hand, and a thumb-sized, jet-black energy ball instantly appeared in his palm.

The moment the kunai's blade made contact with the small black sphere, Itachi felt an extremely terrifying, destructive energy emanating from it, enough to devour everything!
He had no doubt that if he were to be touched by this black ball, even just grazed, the consequences would be unimaginable!
He immediately abandoned his attack, touched the ground with his toes, and retreated rapidly to create distance between himself and Mianma. A bead of cold sweat finally appeared on his forehead.

Taijutsu, ninjutsu, and the genjutsu interference and tactical coordination inherent in the previous crow clones...

All probing attacks were ineffective!

The other person didn't even move more than a few steps, as if they were just playing a boring game with him.

That bizarre ability, combining offense and defense, is almost unbeatable. What kind of bloodline limit is this?
Or is it some kind of unknown secret technique?
Itachi was breathing heavily, his Sharingan fixed on the white three-eyed fox mask.

A direct assault won't work; we must find another way.

Illusion!

The Uchiha clan's genjutsu is their strongest weapon!

The opponent's abilities seem to primarily target the physical realm...

Without further hesitation, he took advantage of the moment when he landed and their eyes met as he retreated, and activated the Uchiha clan's supreme genjutsu, mirroring the reflection of the other in his Sharingan!

"Tsukuyomi!"

The world seemed to have been stripped of its color.

However, just as Itachi's mental power was about to pull the other's consciousness into the Tsukuyomi space he had constructed, he felt an indescribable, vast mental power, as boundless as the starry sea!

click-

The dark red execution ground space he had constructed, adorned with crosses, shattered as easily as fragile glass the moment it appeared!

It simply cannot accommodate the other party's consciousness!
Immediately afterwards, an enormous moon, radiating an ominous red light, filled his entire field of vision.

Above that crimson moon, a Mangekyou Sharingan he had never seen before slowly opened.

The three magatama were not stationary, but rather rotated and stirred in a dizzying way, eventually forming a deep vortex!

"This...this is?!" Itachi's spiritual body felt an unprecedented shock and oppression!
Kaleidoscope Sharingan?!
Does the other person also have the Mangekyou Sharingan?

Could he be a member of the Uchiha clan?
Before he could figure it out, another ancient, wordless bamboo scroll appeared in the swirling kaleidoscope pattern, emanating a stable aura that was immune to all spiritual erosion.

The scene before my eyes changed once again.

As the crimson moon faded, a feeling of coldness and death enveloped us.

He found himself standing on a vast, scorched, desolate battlefield, a scene that felt like hell.

The sky was a somber, dark red, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and burning.

The earth was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and at the center was a bottomless crater blasted out by an unimaginable explosion, as if it had been instantly evaporated by some destructive force, and he was located in the crater.

Everywhere you look, there are mutilated corpses. The headbands they wear come from all directions, including those of major ninja villages and many rare symbols of smaller ninja villages. It's as if all the ninjas in the ninja world have gathered here and met their end here.

At the very center of the battlefield, atop a terrifying mountain of corpses piled high with countless ninja bodies, lay a gigantic, dark red nine-tailed fox!

It exudes overwhelming resentment and murderous intent, resembling a throne symbolizing death and destruction.

On the throne, a young man dressed in a black robe with red clouds, his figure slightly thin, blended perfectly with the aura of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, as if he were the master of this land of death.

He tilted his head slightly, seemingly leaning against the head of the Nine-Tails.

The next moment, the boy slowly turned his head.

Uchiha Itachi saw a young face with black hair, and a face that gave Itachi a vague sense of familiarity.

Then came his eyes.

What empty and weary eyes they were, as if they bore all the pain and despair in the world, yet they were cold and devoid of any warmth, a void of indifference.

It was as if he had seen through all the illusions of the world, and yet he seemed to care about nothing at all.

Just as their eyes were about to meet—

"Ugh!" In reality, Itachi Uchiha screamed in agony as a tearing pain shot through his eyes, and two streams of blood flowed out like tears.

His mind felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. He staggered back several steps before he could barely stand. He covered his bleeding eyes, gasped for breath, and his face was filled with horror and disbelief.

His Tsukuyomi... was forcibly broken!
It even suffered an extremely fierce backlash!

Not only did the opponent possess that strange repulsive and gravitational force, but they also possessed a powerful Mangekyou Sharingan that surpassed his comprehension?!
That battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, that dark red nine-tailed fox, that boy... what exactly is he?!

When he finally managed to suppress the excruciating pain in his eyes and the shock to his mind, and refocused his vision, his heart almost stopped beating.

Shura had appeared silently on the grass without anyone noticing, standing right next to the unconscious Uchiha Sasuke!

He lowered his head, his gaze seemingly fixed on Sasuke's pale face.

"Stay away from him!" Itachi roared hoarsely, his voice slightly distorted with shock and anger.

His voice was filled with shock, anger, fear, and a hint of dread that he himself was unaware of.

The man before him possessed unfathomable strength; the power and strangeness of his pupils were beyond his comprehension!
Especially that last fleeting glimpse of the illusion...

That apocalyptic battlefield, that dark red nine-tailed fox, that mysterious boy...

All of this was etched into his mind like a nightmare.

He wanted to rush over, but the mental trauma he had just suffered had disrupted his chakra, making it difficult for him to exert any strength.

Menma slowly raised his head, turned his mask toward Itachi, but did nothing to Sasuke.

"Who...who exactly are you?" Itachi's voice trembled slightly, and he stared intently at the mask, a terrifying thought rising in his mind.

"What exactly is your relationship with Uchiha Hikaru, and with Uchiha Madara?!"

He suspected that the man in front of him who called himself Shura might be a descendant of some unknown Uchiha survivor who had defected from the village with Madara Uchiha!

Otherwise, there's no way to explain why he possesses the Mangekyou Sharingan and that unpredictable strength!

Mianma stood there quietly, the river breeze ruffling the hem of his black robe.

He neither admitted nor denied it.

After a long silence, just as Itachi was about to launch another attack, Menma finally spoke. His voice, coming through the mask, sounded even more distant and mysterious.

“Uchiha Madara?” He repeated the name softly, his tone unreadable, whether it was mockery or something else: “He was just a guy who was played with.”

"What he saw was nothing more than the 'truth' that others wanted him to see."

"And you," Menma's gaze seemed to pierce through the mask, landing on Itachi's bleeding eyes, "is the 'right' you firmly believe in and are willing to pay any price for truly your own choice?"

"How narrow-minded your so-called magnanimity is."

These two sentences struck Itachi's heart like a final, devastating blow.

The masked man fell silent, his figure fading away as if blending into the shadows, eventually disappearing completely into the darkness of the forest. Only Uchiha Itachi remained, bewildered and filled with turbulent emotions, and his younger brother, still struggling with nightmares, beside him.

The river flows, carrying unsolved secrets and heavy fates, heading towards the unknown distance.

(End of this chapter)