Konoha's Legacy Master

From the dark place where you couldn't see your fingers, Uchiha Tunan's voice sounded like babble.

"You know, the reason why they can't break free from my illusion.

One is because I am much stronger than them.

The second reason is that this is not just a five-sense illusion.

The five-sense illusion only interferes with the opponent's ability to receive and process information.

And I used the spiritual secrets of the mountain clan to directly disrupt their hearts.

It is completely useless to use chakra to break it, you must have extraordinary will.

I once met an old monk whose will was so strong that it was unimaginable.

I hit the illusion with all my strength, and he didn't even get confused for a moment."

In the living room, these six ninjas were exhausted and stood there like wooden stakes.

Their abdomens have become hollow, revealing the dense skeletons inside.

Everyone has a weird smile on their face.

It makes people shudder.

The puppets carried the containers and walked towards the study in an orderly manner.

Kabuto Hatake's forehead was soaked with fine sweat. He swallowed, suppressed the nausea in his stomach, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses with his right index finger and said:

"I understand what you mean, sir. According to research, genjutsu is just an attack of spiritual energy contained in chakra.

As long as a person's will is strong enough, his soul will be tougher and immune to illusion attacks."

There was a sound of tea being pecked in the darkness, and then a hand holding a teacup reached out of the darkness and placed the teacup firmly on the low table.

"I've had a lot of conjectures recently, one of which is about illusions.

Ninjas classify the extraordinary power of this world as ninja fantasy.

Ninjutsu is the creation of natural substances by humans through chakra summoning.

Taishu is a way for humans to constantly strengthen their bodies.

What about illusions?

Is it just to deceive people?

I don’t think so.

The Uchiha clan has a forbidden technique called Izanagi.

Can turn the damage received into dreams.

The meaning behind this is really amazing.

This is an illusion.

Can actually rewrite reality with illusory things.

The Sharingan is actually not that powerful, it is more like a programmed program.

When the Sharingan is activated, those techniques will be automatically performed.

This means that today's illusions are just a low-level use of spiritual energy.

There is still a lot of potential that needs to be tapped.

If everything goes well, wait for the research on Yin-Yang Escape to be successful.

The next research project is illusion."

Kabuto Hatake nodded thoughtfully and said, "I understand, sir."

But on the white tabletop, a hand was tapping its fingers rhythmically.

"These little mice are pretty good, I'll work overtime tonight.

It should be possible to create several puppets with good combat power.

If you are interested, you can learn the puppetry techniques I collected.

At that time, you can also choose a few for self-defense.

With my skills, the new puppets will only be stronger than they were before they were alive."

Kabuto Hatake said respectfully: "Thank you very much, sir."

He tapped his hand on the table for a moment, then raised it and patted Hatake Kabuto on the shoulder:

"We are all our own people, so I am naturally very concerned about your safety.

If something happens to you, I won’t even have anyone to speak my mind to.”

Hatake Kabuto lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Actually, I don't understand why, sir, you value me so much."

Uchiha Tunan's chuckle came from beside him.

"Because I like smart people, especially those who have a calm personality and are good at reflecting on shortcomings.

Okay, I’ll leave you to clean up the rest.

Turn on the light, lest you be afraid."

At this time, in a room in the sunset red building of the orphanage.

A white-haired old man pressed his body against the wall by the window.

Looking through the window, I watched the house not far away suddenly light up with a warm yellow light.

But seeing the old man's eyes condensed slightly, he thought to himself:

Is it over?......

There was no movement at all.

It seems to be an overwhelming victory.

I just don’t know which side will win.

In order to determine what the final result will be.

The old man remained motionless, like a hunter in the deep jungle, quietly observing.

Time passes little by little.

After a long time, a figure appeared at the window of the house not far away.

But I saw the figure pushing open the window, revealing Kabuto Hatake's face.

After all, although the smell of blood was gone after the house was cleaned and disinfected, Kabuto Hatake still felt a little sick.

So open the windows for ventilation.

The old man upstairs lowered his body, his face slightly gloomy.

It seems to have failed...

Six elite jounin died silently.

How could that guy be so strong? It seems that my previous guess was wrong.

Once the news has passed, we need to send back the latest information.

"Hey~"

The old man sighed softly.

Prepare to go back to bed to rest and wait for a suitable opportunity to deliver the information.

However, the moment he turned around, his whole body suddenly froze in place.

For a moment, Han Che felt cold sweat running down his back.

But in the middle of the room, a young man with bandaged eyes and a wheelchair said with a gentle smile on his lips:

"Old guy, why are you sighing when you are about to die?"

"It turns out to be the dean, why are you here?

I don't quite understand what you mean by "imminent death."

Are you cursing me, old man?"

The expression on the old man's face changed from shock to confusion, mixed with a trace of anger.

Uchiha Tunan leaned slightly, supported his head with one hand, and said jokingly:

"What are you doing up late at night?

Do you think you will sleep forever after death, so you just don’t sleep anymore?"

The old man took a deep breath, his face full of anger.

After a few breaths, he sighed again and said slightly lonely:

"Whenever the moon is full.

I always think of my dead son and daughter-in-law, and I can’t sleep.

When people get old, they can’t help but reminisce.”

Uchiha Tunan nodded in agreement and said:

"The 15th Festival is a time for reunions. Old guy, you see things and miss people. I understand very well."

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The expression on the old man's face became a little lower, and he said in a vicissitudes of tone:

"Master Dean, have I made you unhappy somewhere?

If you hate me, old man, I will just move out tomorrow."

Uchiha Tunan chuckled and shook his head:

"You are also a talented person, but you have even hidden it from me for so long.

I mean, why can’t I get your approval?

It turns out you are an old spy.

I have to say that you are really dedicated and are still acting at this time."

The old man was slightly startled when he heard the words, his eyes full of confusion and said:

"Master Dean, I don't understand what you are talking about. You can't slander me, an old man."

Uchiha Tunan raised his eyebrows slightly, pushed the wheelchair closer to the old man with both hands, put his face close to the old man, and seemed to be looking at him carefully with his eyes under the bandage.

The old man still maintained a blank expression, looking at Uchiha Tunan who was standing in front of him with a strange expression.

After a long time, Uchiha Tunan showed a look of surprise on his face and said:

"Hiss~

There is no chakra flow, and there are no traces of sealing techniques.

It turns out you are really an ordinary person.

Ordinary people can persist as spies for such a long time without being exposed.

Awesome, awesome."

The old man immediately became furious and shouted: "What are you talking about? I was born in Konoha since I was a child. How can I be a spy?"

Uchiha Tunan sneered and said leisurely:

"What's the use of shouting so loudly.

Even if you shout at your throat today, no one will hear you.

Obediently give your memory and let me see how many little mice there are in Konoha.

These are my future political achievements.

Just use it to stop other people's mouths."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man was horrified to find that his shadow on the ground suddenly stood up, grabbed his neck tightly, and lifted it up.

The old man reacted and was instantly shocked. He opened his mouth and said with difficulty:

"This is...the Nara clan's...shadow imitation technique...

How could you do this... Are you... a descendant of the Uchiha and Nara clans..."

"I also said that you are not a spy, and you are quite knowledgeable."

Uchiha Tunan controlled the other hand of the old man's shadow, spread it to the top of the old man's head, and began to search the memory.

The old man only felt a cold and cold energy pouring into his brain, turning into knives, stirring the brain water crazily.

The unbearable pain hit him. The old man's eyes widened and he instinctively wanted to scream.

But it seems that I can't control my throat and can't make a sound.

"Uh...".

After a long time, Uchiha Tunan finished searching for the information he wanted, and controlled the shadow hand holding the old man's neck to exert slight force.

"Click~"

There was a clear cracking sound, and the old man's head hung down feebly.

In the dim room, Uchiha Tunan's magnetic and gentle voice sounded.

"I actually have the contact information and exact information of most of Kumogakure's spies.

It’s true that having an elder in the family is like having a treasure.

You are such a treasure.

You gave me such a great gift before you died."