72 Chapter 72. The World of Genjutsu

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The fleeting silence that descended on part of the castle was broken by two Hyugas disappearing from their place. Appearing from both sides of Naori, they struck with a soft fist. Unfortunately for them, kunoichi, in slow motion for her, saw their every movement and easily pushed off the ground, jumped back a little, dodged the blows. Without hesitation, she swung her sword, intending to strike towards the two men who collided with each other.

But just at this moment, she I felt it the danger and braked the blow, jumped sharply into the air, letting a powerful stream of water flow under her, which dispersed in a wave for tens of meters. While in the air, Naori saw that the two who attacked her earlier, also avoiding the water, jumped in her direction.

Almost imperceptibly to the human eye, she folded several seals with one hand, took a full chest of air and put her hand to her mouth, exhaled a flame that quickly formed and began to take the shape of a ball.

"The element of fire: A fireball"

Rapidly gaining size, the flame moved towards the strangely calm two Hughes. When the flame increased in size hid the men flying to meet her from the piercing gaze of mangekye and almost reached them, starting to burn, the two ninjas struck towards each other with their chakra-soaked palms.

A powerful blow of air threw them away from each other. At the same time, at the same moment when a free space was formed between them, another Hyuga, standing on the raging water, unfolded the scroll and imbued it with chakra, used the technique sealed in it.

A compressed jet of water, instantly escaping from the scroll and flying into the space between the two Hyugas, crashed into an ever-increasing and not fully concentrated fireball. With a hiss, water and flame collided in equal opposition, causing an abundance of steam.

Being in the air, Naori frowned, realizing that if she did not complete the fireball technique, a jet of water would easily pass through the flame and fall into it. Concentrating on completing the technique into a full-fledged dense ball of flame, kunoichi only remembered about another Hyuga at the last moment, but it was too late.

Her senses howled from the flow of a faint breeze that came to her back. Having managed to tilt her head, Naori felt a blow from above descend on her. Feeling incredible pain in her shoulder and internal organs, kunoichi, like a stone thrown with force, flew to the flew down, crashed into the water-covered ground.

But the suffering of her body did not end there. With the appearance of a new silhouette on the battlefield, the blue of lightning streams spread with a crash over the water covering the area.

- Agha

Coughing up blood, Naori screamed in pain. Her body arched and convulsed from the passing currents of electricity. Burns began to appear on the skin covered with hematomas, which increased the already incredible pain.

After a few seconds, this hell ended, giving the girl a share of relief, but she was interrupted by the figure of a man with a scar on his cheek appearing above her. His hands were filled with chakra and watching the helpless body, he prepared without a fraction of sympathy for a series of final blows for almost any ninja.

Being on the verge of losing, the flower in Naori's eye turned, and the girl squeezed her eye shut. When Harushumo was ready to use sixty-four palms and end this battle by sealing tenketsu, his surroundings changed. Time seemed to stand still, he could feel his breath flowing through the chakra, be aware of the surroundings, but not move.

Slowly, the landscape in his byakugan's gaze began to change. The whole sky over the capital, frozen in the moment, lit up with different bright shades of purple. Flowers began to sprout on the ground, buildings and even on people, which seemed to welcome the ever-increasing glow.

Slowly, Haroshumo's thoughts began to get confused, and various fragments of dark memories surfaced in his memory. Not realizing how much time had passed, but he suddenly felt how the previously seemingly weak light in the sky had become so bright that it began to cause pain. Unfortunately, even realizing that it was probably genjutsu, Harushumo could not do anything, only feeling increasing pain and experiencing fragments of various memories.

When the brightness of the light, supported by the colors, flooded everything around, and the pain was overshadowed by the picture of a full experience of detailed memories, the environment collapsed with a blinding flash, shattering like glass, plunging Harushumo into darkness. He felt his sensation begin to quickly return back to the previous one.

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"Is this the mangekye effect? He's really incredible. Interestingly, his strength has increased tremendously… This memory is completely different from the ones previously shown."

The man thought, walking relaxed along a wide, long corridor lit at the edges by a long light ribbon. He looked a little over twenty years old, with an average face, which was decorated with incredible depth of green eyes. The expensive-looking white suit and black shirt he was wearing made it clear that the young man came from an unusual family.

Turning his head from side to side, he examined the smooth black walls of the corridor, with white inserts and carved black doors. Paintings in carved frames hung on white inserts, being at an equal distance from each other. They alternated between landscapes and portraits of different people, whose appearance was a bit like a young man. What united them even more was the coat of arms applied to the clothes, with the image of a human figure enclosed in a rhombus and the same surname "Vistamyrmurg" on the frame.

"Although it's quite pleasing to the eye and makes it clear the influence of our family, I still think father overdid it a little."

Having missed another thought in his head, Samato stopped paying attention to the beauty and majesty of the paintings. Just at that moment, his head turned, looking at the end of a multi-meter corridor, where he saw a man come around the corner and go to meet him.

It didn't take long for a rather gray-haired man in a black butler suit with tired but cold black eyes and an even beard on his chin to reach a green-eyed man. The coldness in the black eyes was replaced by a share of respect and bowing, the butler spoke emotionlessly. - Mr. Franz, your father is already waiting for you. Please follow me.

After waiting for a nod from the relaxed looking "Franz", he stopped bowing and turned around, starting to walk back from where he came. Strangely frozen in place for a second, the green-eyed man suddenly followed the butler.

"Apparently, even though I perceive reality and even feel like it's happening in reality, I can't change anything. The memory will continue to flow unchanged... hmm, can this girl see them."

Following the old man past many rooms on their way, Samato thought. Occasionally, passing servants came across in unidirectional vision, who, at the sight of "Franz", tried to pass by in silence and attracting as little attention as possible from green eyes.

Not paying attention to this, the man and the butler left the corridor and went up the large grand staircase to the second floor. As soon as he entered the second floor, the green-eyed man suddenly discovered a lot of strange, illusory, black, bottomless cracks around.

They covered everything around, from the ceiling and walls, to paintings and various decorations. Like a three-dimensional picture, they permeated the entire environment without interruption. But having entered one of the cracks, "Franz" felt the texture in it. Realizing what he was seeing, the man's face in the memories took on seriousness and misunderstanding. At the same time, Samato, who was watching from the side, sighed with barely noticeable sadness.

"So this is a memory… This is probably the main meaning of eye technique. But I've been reconciled with my past for a long time, so I think it's worth trying to get free, you never know what's going on outside..."

- Alexander, what happened?!

At this time, while Samato's thoughts continued to race, Franz stopped and abruptly asked the butler, who continued to walk calmly. He only turned his head a little, calmly, but with a bit of fatigue, said.

- Sir, I advise you to talk to your father first.

Hearing the calm, but so tired speech, the misunderstanding in Franz's eyes increased, but without saying anything, he followed the butler further.

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