Konoha: The thirty-year-old Uchiha lacks motivation.

Chapter 100 A chill ran down the little brat's spine

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The gray-haired old jailer stood there dumbfounded, remaining lifeless in the face of Uchiha Yao's questioning. The old man's unease grew stronger, and he tried to activate his remaining eye. Only then did the gray-haired Manta form begin to move.

Upon discovering that he could only control the old jailer with the Kaleidoscope and could not communicate with him, Uchiha Yao had a very bad feeling.

"Why aren't you saying anything! Aren't you an embodiment of my will?"

Looking back on how she "accidentally" discovered the truth about her son's death, everything she did after awakening the Kaleidoscope seemed to be manipulated by an invisible hand.

For some reason, a feeling of irritation welled up inside me, and I began to question the puppet-like figure incessantly.

"Old Deng, no matter how many times you ask him, he won't be able to answer you. He has no self-awareness."

Uchiha Gin, who had been pacing around for a while, noticed Uchiha Yao showing signs of madness. He couldn't resist eating sunflower seeds and walking over to the anxious old man, offering a reminder.

"Can't you see it now? That dark-skinned guy isn't your will clone at all."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Uchiha Yao was in a state of utter confusion. He was usually known for his rationality, but at this moment he was at a loss. The facts were right in front of him, but he dared not face them.

"If I'm not mistaken, the true ability of your Kaleidoscope is to create a clone. This clone can manipulate shadows, gather intelligence for you, and carry out assassinations. Furthermore, you can possess this clone and use all of its abilities."

Based on Uchiha Yao's fighting style just now, Uchiha Gin had a pretty good idea of ​​his abilities.

The clones created by Old Deng's Kaleidoscope have abilities somewhat similar to the secret techniques of the Nara clan, plus the spatial ability to freely move through the shadows, and the ability to possess a host and fight for them.

The so-called self-aware person was just a dark-skinned, filial son in disguise. In any case, the real Wangliang was just a fighting puppet, stupid and incapable of tattling.

"So I've always been bothered by that guy."

Uchiha Yao's mental state deteriorated as he forced himself to accept reality. Visible black energy emanated from his body, causing Uchiha Gin, who was standing next to him, to back away.

The old man, gritting his teeth, raised his head, looked at Uchiha Tajima who was covered in black mud, and spoke with hatred.

"Why are you lurking around me, you bastard?"

"Heh heh heh, what's the point of explaining all that to a dying man like you? Just accept your death!"

A black head emerged from the black mud that was controlling Uchiha Tajima, its eyes filled with mockery. It had no intention of answering Uchiha Yao's question.

"Hey, hey, hey, all you guys are doing is talking nonsense, can't you just have a real fight?"

Seeing the master and servant who had once shared joys and sorrows turn against each other, Uchiha Gin's desire to watch the drama grow stronger, and he couldn't help but fan the flames.

Let's fight! Let's fight!

Since I have many treatment options, it would be great to let my uncle use the prosthetic leg to stretch his muscles and bones.

"You noisy brat, you should worry about yourself first!"

The black head turned to look at the leisurely Uchiha Gin, revealing a cruel expression. This kid can actually use Ashura's abilities; he will surely become a great threat in the future.

I cannot sleep at night until this child is eliminated.

"hehe."

"Wang Liang, I choose you!"

Like a Pokémon Master, Uchiha Yao waved his hand to command the genuine Muryo behind him. The gray-haired old jailer expressionlessly slipped into the shadows, manipulating a dark mass to rush towards Uchiha Tajima at high speed.

"I originally wanted to give you a quick death, but I didn't expect you to be so reckless. So don't blame me for disregarding our years of friendship."

Seeing the black head approaching from the shadows, he showed no panic, but instead shook his head with a sigh, his words filled with disdain for the old man.

"ah!!!"

The old jailer, who was originally heading straight for Uchiha Tajima and the black-headed man who had deceived him, suddenly stopped just as he was about to kill him.

The reason was that his manipulator, Uchiha Yao, was clutching his head and screaming wildly, as if he were experiencing extreme pain.

Seeing that Old Deng was acting strangely again, Uchiha Gin continued his strategic retreat, because his sensory radar could clearly detect the overwhelming malice that Uchiha Yao harbored towards him.

Good heavens, does this Juejuezi only know mind control? Is there anyone here who hasn't been controlled by him?

"Sigh~"

Sighing, Uchiha Gin looked at Old Deng, whose eyes were filled with darkness, threw away the sunflower seed shells in his hand, and clapped his hands.

It seems that this battle with Old Deng is inevitable.

Thinking of this, Uchiha Gin reached into his waist and pulled out a strange kunai that he had just used. He gently blew off the dust and said calmly,

"Hurry up and finish this job, there's soup simmering on the stove at home!"

A few question marks flashed across the girl's face behind him.

"Ah Yin, who's making soup at your house?"

Unable to contain her curiosity, the cloaked girl leaned closer and asked.

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Sister, your focus is a bit strange.

"Let's have some fish soup together when we get back. It's very fresh and sweet."

Unable to explain, Uchiha Gin could only promise the girl that they would have soup together afterward.

Looking up at the sky, Uchiha Gin turned to the eager girl and gave her some instructions.

"Go and hold off my uncle, but don't hurt him. I'll be there after I take care of this old man."

Hearing her beloved's command, the girl readily agreed and was about to get up to fight the possessed Uchiha Tajima when Uchiha Gin stopped her.

"Put this on, I'm worried you'll run out of mana if you use your eye technique too much."

As he spoke, he took a blue swirling pendant out of his bag and placed it in the girl's hand.

[Blue Overlord] Increases chakra limit and speeds up chakra recovery. There is a chance to cast the skill again after it hits a target (only once).

The blue pendant felt cool to the touch, and one could sense the surging chakra within it, like the ocean, which gave one a great sense of peace. The moment the girl put on the pendant, her mind couldn't help but wander.

Ah Yin actually gave me a token of our love; it seems I am indeed the most important person in his heart.

Achoo!!!

In a barbecue restaurant in the Uchiha clan's territory, Senju Itama, who was enthusiastically showing off his grilled meat, had just swallowed a large mouthful when he felt an itch in his throat and sneezed violently.

"Sister Zhili, I don't have a cold, so why do I feel a chill down my spine?"

The bewildered kid wiped his nose and turned to ask the purple-haired girl beside him who was eating slowly and gracefully like a lady.

"Maybe someone is missing you?"

The purple-haired girl, squinting as she enjoyed the delicious food, glanced at him casually and replied.

"Never mind, I'll take advantage of that guy's mission to improve our meals. I wonder if the curly-haired gorilla brought me any souvenirs from his trip."

The girl wearing the Blue Tyrant Talisman felt lightheaded as she walked, her eyes narrowed and a silly grin on her face. A few breaths later, she flashed in front of the controlled Uchiha Tajima.

"Ah Yin asked me to hold you back, so could you please not run around?"

The girl's expression changed, and she stared with her two big, watery eyes, giving a serious warning to Uchiha Tajima, who was entangled in black mud.

"Heh heh heh, you weakling who couldn't even subdue Uchiha Gin, dare to spout such nonsense?"

The black-haired man with a smug expression mocked the seemingly frail girl.

The Uchiha Tajima he's currently possessing is the strongest among these people; dealing with a little girl is a piece of cake for him.

"Although I am not good with words, I do know a little about martial arts."

(End of this chapter)