itachi v2

“Eight Trigrams Eight Palms.” As if sneering at Itachi’s brain as it fumbled
for the start of a counterattack, Mukai assaulted him mercilessly with
successive attacks.
“Ngaaaaah!” Itachi heard a cry from Mukai’s right side. The byakugan’s
blind spot.
In the corner of Itachi’s hazy field of view, Shisui launched a flying kick.
“Shisui …” Itachi had the leeway to murmur his friend’s name, because
Mukai had dropped into a defensive posture.
No. The word “defensive” was too simple. As Mukai dodged the kick
merely by angling his head, he grabbed hold of Shisui’s neck with his
outstretched left hand, and held him up high, lifting the sturdy body of the
young man with a single arm.
Strangled like this, Shisui struggled frantically. But the five fingers sunk
into his throat simply would not peel away.
“There’s this thing called ‘training’ that you do to overcome your weak
points. The first step in my training was to compensate for the byakugan’s
blind spot in one eye, with physical jutsu. Don’t underestimate this old man,
brats.”
“Kohinata Mukai …” Unconsciously, Itachi called the name of the
powerful enemy before him. His feet had also taken a step forward without
him realizing it.
“What? You want me to kill him?”
It was easy to see why he’d think that. Beaten hard by Gentle Fist, the flow
of chakra in his body interrupted, what kind of counterattack could Itachi
have left? Moving forward without any kind of plan was basically an act of
masochism.
However, Itachi’s feet would not stop moving. Even though he didn’t
remember telling them to do so, they continued to walk artlessly toward
Mukai.
“Then I’ll put him out of his misery, as requested!”
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