Trees Chapter 233 Sasuke: My Foolish Little Brother, Your Eyes...

Sasuke looked at the somewhat dilapidated Uchiha Clan’s compound, clenched his fists, and the hatred in his heart had reached its peak. He k

Sasuke looked at the somewhat dilapidated Uchiha Clan’s compound, clenched his fists, and the hatred in his heart had reached its peak.

He knew exactly why Itachi had come to the clan grounds today, which is to pay homage to their parents. This only fueled Sasuke’s rage even further.

‘That guy had obviously killed everyone with his own hands, yet he still had the nerve to come here?’

Whoosh…

Sasuke flicked his sleeve sharply and strode forward, not forgetting to talk to Naruto as he walked.

"Naruto, Uchiha Itachi is about to die. Make sure you revive him later..."

"Today, I’m going to kill him until he breaks!"

"Oh, and... make sure to record the fight for me."

Naruto pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

‘Dude, so you’ve already discovered the thrill of flexing on the Internet, huh?’

And when he thought about Kurama inside him...

Naruto always felt that it wouldn't be long before the Shinobi World's Internet became very abstract.

"Fine, I’ll go set up the cameras."

With a sigh, Naruto formed a hand seal and created some shadow clones. He then pulled out a few cameras, and began to install them around the area, ensuring there’s no blind spots.

While his good brother was busy, Sasuke wasn’t idle either. He took out his phone, opened the front camera and started recording first.

"Friends, witness me, Uchiha Xiao Yan, today as I beat the living daylights out of the white-eyed wolf of the Uchiha Clan - Uchiha Itachi."

"Today, if I don’t beat the shit out of him, it’s only because he didn’t have any in him to begin with."

.....

After Sasuke finished recording his pre-battle declaration, Sasuke stepped into the clan’s compound.

After Naruto outside adjusted all the cameras, he looked at the temporarily installed large screens in front of him with great satisfaction.

But when he caught sight of Sasuke’s figure, Naruto's expression turned slightly odd.

Because Sasuke....

Had actually taken a seat on the very same stone chair where Itachi had sat in the original work, calmly waiting for his nemesis. (T/N: Itachi and Sasuke actually fought in Uchiha Hideout in the original work, but the Author makes it into Uchiha Clan’s compound.)

And Itachi had already entered the surveillance range. Naruto quickly pulled out his phone and sent Sasuke a message.

He even reminded this kid not to get too cocky.

Sasuke assured him he wouldn’t. After all, the recording had already started, so if he wanted to flex on the forums later, he couldn’t afford a single mistake.

…

"Has someone been here?"

The moment Itachi stepped into the Uchiha Clan's compound, he noticed the presence of many outsiders here.

And he had a vague premonition in his heart...

That his younger brother had come.

Itachi raised a hand to his eyes, then pulled out a gas mask from his robe and put it on with practiced ease.

After all, the lesson from last time was still fresh in his mind, and he didn't want to fight Sasuke in a humiliating state again.

Tap, tap, tap…

As Itachi walked deeper into the compound and passed through the main gate, he finally saw his sixteen-year-old brother.

Sasuke was wearing an Akatsuki robe, and unusually hadn’t pulled up the hood to hide his face.

He had one foot propped on the stone chair, held the Heavy Xuan Ruler standing beside him with one hand, and looked at Itachi sternly.

At this moment, arrogance radiated from Sasuke’s entire being.

Itachi looked at Sasuke's face and couldn't help but sigh, ‘Sasuke had finally grown up.’

After a brief pause, he slipped back into his usual role, and started mocking his little brother again.

A muffled voice came through the gas mask, "My foolish..."

But this time, before Itachi could finish, he was interrupted by Sasuke sitting on the stone chair.

"My foolish older brother!"

"Tell me... just how far can those eyes of yours really see?"

Itachi: “???”

‘Wait...’

‘This isn’t how this was supposed to go.’

‘How could Sasuke finish everything I was going to say?!’

Itachi was completely thrown off by Sasuke.

Originally, he had planned to use these words to provoke Sasuke, then go easy on him during the fight, and finally gave Sasuke his eyes...

But now that Sasuke had stolen his lines, he had to improvise.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Itachi quickly regained his composure and spoke coldly, "Little brother..."

"My life has been like walking on thin ice. Tell me..."

The moment Sasuke heard these words, he instantly remembered his dark history from back then. Forgetting his carefully maintained image in front of the camera, he grabbed the Heavy Xuan Ruler and screamed at Itachi.

"F***!!"

"Uchiha Itachi, you’re nothing but a joke!"

"I’ll rip that gas mask right off your damn face!!"

Under the gas mask, Itachi's expression was strange.

He was a little stunned upon seeing his little brother acting like this.

He still preferred the old Sasuke... the one who used to cling to him.

"Sasuke! Do you really think your underhanded tricks can defeat me?!"

"Don't be naive!"

Zzttt…

Sasuke had no patience for this bastard’s nonsense, so his real body, which hidden in the shadows, transformed into a flash of lightning and appeared behind Itachi.

Whoosh…

The Xuan Heavy Ruler tore through the air as it swung toward Itachi’s neck.

But Itachi had already known the Sasuke sitting on the stone chair was a clone.

So facing this sudden attack, he was fully prepared.

He took out a kunai from his waist, twisted his body and blocked Sasuke's attack with a kunai.

Outside the battlefield, Naruto looked at the motionless appearance of the two brothers on the screen, feeling really bored.

He really felt that the Genjutsu showdown was not entertaining at all.

Ding…

His phone suddenly chimed, pulling his attention away.

Opening the app, Naruto found that a user named ‘Free-Style Rapper’ had sent a friend request.

‘Good guy...’

‘The Internet speed in Kumogakure is quite fast.’

He didn’t even need to ask Sasori to know this strange user was Killer B from Kumogakure.

Given this guy's personality, Naruto was very worried that he would be harassed by him for no reason after accepting the friend request.

So he rejected him without thinking.

But B was stubborn and kept sending the friend requests.

Finally, Naruto had no choice but to click accept.

It can’t be helped. He was afraid that if he didn't agree, this idiot would come to the Akatsuki’s hideout to find him.

Sure enough, not long after, B, who had just added him as a friend, kept sending messages to harass him.

After filtering out those useless messages, he found this guy was just talking about having a rap battle with him.

Naruto immediately clicked on the video call function that had just been added in the chat interface and called B on the spot.

"Yo, Akatsuki Eminem-chan!"

B was shocked to see a familiar figure on his phone.

He never thought that this little thing in his hand could have such a convenient function.

‘No wonder Brother was so happy that he’s holding this thing all day long.’

"Long time no see, bro."

"Lemme tell ya… what you’re doing ain’t real rap."

When Naruto saw B, immediately started brainwashing him with trap music and mumble rap concepts from his previous life.

Naruto had to find something for this guy to do first, so that he wouldn't have to get a challenge from him all day long.

Look at him now!

He was still busy filming a battle video for Sasuke.

So how can he has time for this nonsense?

A few minutes later, B’s mindset had gone from curiosity to shock, and finally, enlightened.

If traditional rap had opened a window for him before, Naruto had just kicked down the door to a whole new universe.

"Incredible! Absolutely incredible!"

"Ichigo Bro, thank you so much!"

"I'll train hard when I get back!"

After hanging up, Naruto put down the phone with satisfaction and continued to watch the battle between the two brothers.

And he’s just in time, as at this moment, the two brothers, who had been frozen in place, finally moved.