I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

Three years,

[Four years,]

Five years!

To this day, this cold violence of being like strangers and unable to return home has lasted for more than five years!

It may even continue indefinitely.

Do these so-called clansmen really know how he has lived all these years?

Clearly, I'm a victim too!!

The surge of emotion caused his pupils to gradually turn crimson.

If it weren't for the belief that still lingered in his heart, and the unfinished business that remained,

He might have already gone mad in such an environment!

Or perhaps, following the historical trajectory of Konoha's White Fang, he committed suicide in some dark and forgotten corner!

But now, aside from his obsession with achieving it, he has another goal.

His emotions gradually calmed down, and the rage in his eyes slowly faded.

"I will kill that man with my own hands."

Sasuke responded coldly to the person in his line of sight.

During those darkest years, in addition to constantly studying and strengthening his abilities, he also gradually learned how to keep himself calm.

Otherwise, that past incident will become its biggest flaw.

After all, their clan's most common and most proficient combat method is to use the Sharingan to construct the most unbearable and terrifying images in the enemy's mind to disrupt their thinking and thus achieve victory in battle.

Huang did not respond to this.

He could tell from the man's emotions and gaze that he hadn't finished speaking and there was more to come.

Sure enough, after a brief pause,

The sinner's younger brother, who had been suppressing his anger for years and carrying endless hostility, suddenly opened his slightly lowered eyelids wide. As the crimson color surged again, the single and double tomoe marks of pitch black appeared prominently in his two pupils.

"And then, I will take back everything I've lost over the years, during these days!!"

He growled in a hoarse voice.

This guy, who was always indifferent, never smiled, and always built high walls between himself and outsiders, suddenly revealed his clearest and most substantial emotions. His knuckles, clenched into fists, turned bluish-white and made a crisp, clattering sound.

Such an undisguised outburst of emotion also attracted the attention of some of the other contestants nearby.

Especially the woman wearing a straw hat and a headband with a grass-covered design; her exposed purple tongue was even dripping with saliva, as if she had seen a delicious meal that made her mouth water!

[Sasuke?]

[Uchiha Sasuke?]

[Itachi Uchiha's younger brother?]

[This sounds like a good experimental subject!]

Excitement welled up in his eyes; after all, Itachi had once given him both fear and wonderful sensations.

That was the feeling of being dominated by the legendary bloodline limit, the Mangekyou Sharingan!

Feelings of powerlessness, strangeness, power, and omnipotence led him to see another direction for exploring the pursuit of immortality.

【want to,】

【want to! 】

He wants both of these experimental subjects!

His excited eyes kept darting between the two of them, and his gaping mouth, writhing tongue, and increasingly contorted expression all conveyed his current desire.

I really didn't expect you to still be alive and kicking.

[He even became a Special Jonin and served as the chief examiner for this examination.]

My lovely little red bean,

【Jie.】

This volatile emotion prompted him to turn his gaze toward the examiner who was talking to his companion.

An urgent desire surged within those turbulent eyes.

【so,】

【start,】

【start.】

[Hurry up and announce the start!]

[That poor thing I abandoned back then!!]

[Slurp.]

Mitarashi Anko immediately noticed the strange gaze, but when she realized that the source of the gaze was a Kusagakure ninja she had never met before, she forcibly suppressed the displeasure that was rising in her heart.

Because she was consulting, confirming, and mobilizing resources to ensure the exam could continue.

Otherwise, without these rules and safeguards, he had no doubt that if that person wanted to, none of the other genin from the ninja villages would be able to reach the central tower alive!

Therefore, there could not be a third trial.

Therefore, should the rules of this scroll-grabbing battle be changed?

For example, add a clause: one must not take the life of another.

This is a form of protection for the other participants!

"Oh?"

"Your eyesight is pretty good."

"But are you qualified?"

Looking at the single and double Sharingan, Ara's heart remained unmoved.

In battles between members of the Uchiha clan, the strength of one's eye power almost entirely determines everything.

Perhaps with talent, wisdom, and favorable timing and location, a single tomoe Sharingan can bridge the gap between eye powers and compete with a three-tomoe Sharingan.

The power between the Sharingan and the Mangekyou Sharingan cannot be directly bridged!

Upon hearing this, Sasuke did not refute it.

As a member of the Uchiha clan, he knew all too well how the Sharingan could enhance his combat power.

All he could do was endure it, biting his lower lip tightly to prevent his barely suppressed anger from erupting!

After all, the person in sight was someone who could fight face-to-face with his brother, who was known as a genius, at the age of eight; someone who could beat the Sarutobi clan to a pulp at the age of ten; and someone who could lead his clan back alive from the battlefield at the age of twelve!

Such a record, such combat power, terrified them, filled them with boundless terror!

A trickle of blood seeped from beneath his lips.

Unable to reach the required strength, he could only bite his lip tightly.

"However, I can still give you a chance: either kill that man or defeat me."

"However, if you have failed to achieve anything, you should stop using the Uchiha surname."

This is the solution Huang came up with.

The reason why he couldn't completely eliminate the other party wasn't entirely because the other party had the protection of the Third Hokage and Kakashi Hatake, but because he couldn't directly overcome the obstacle he had set up in his mind.

After all, Sasuke was only six years old on the night of the massacre of his clan, and was still a child who didn't understand anything.

It can even be said that the damage he suffered in this internal strife was no less than that suffered by any of his clansmen.

Therefore, even though his brother was Uchiha Itachi, and even though his father, as the head of the clan, did nothing during the internal strife, Ara still couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart.

And as time went on, this barrier was built higher and higher.

Otherwise, even with the protection of those two, once they have gained enough power, they will follow their own desires and hatred to erase them.

Of course, Ara couldn't simply let go of, let alone eliminate, the hostility in his heart!

After all, his brother was a sinner who betrayed the family!

After all, his father was the patriarch of this clan!

However, in order to protect Sasuke alone, these two pushed their entire clan into an abyss.

His mind raced wildly, crimson light surged, and three jet-black tomoe slowly materialized above his right pupil. The subtle energy emanating from them caused a certain snake lurking there to cry out in its heart:

So beautiful, so amazing!!

"Do you understand now?"

There was a hint of urgency in Huang's voice.

Sasuke's response was silence.

However, judging from his tense body and his unwavering gaze, he must be extremely angry and resistant.

Although such an agreement is nothing compared to death or other consequences.

But that only applies to outsiders.

For those who possess the proud bloodline of the Uchiha clan, losing their surname is far more unbearable than death.

Furthermore, the name 'Uchiha' is the last thing she possesses, the final legacy left by her deceased father and mother!

How could he give up? How could he abandon it?

His eyes gleamed fiercely, and his trembling fingers cautiously approached the ninja pouch strapped to his waist. Under the cover of the crowd and at a not-too-distant distance, he might be able to defeat, or even kill, his opponent!

It's like all these years, I've been trying to rehearse for that man!

This little trick naturally couldn't escape Ara's eyes, especially with the Three Tomoe activated.

This includes his left hand reaching for his ninja pouch at his waist, and the direction and direction in which he was about to move.

These, these