Chapter 22

Izumo, four years old, although he looked 20 thanks to Harry Potter's aging potion, rested on the trunk of a tree, lashed by the cold of the night.

His black uniform, similar to the one worn by Jujutsu Kaisen students, suited the darkness of the night. He did not like to wear the typical ninja outfit and preferred to avoid annoying sandals during battles.

He was not alone, next to him, his two faithful assistants, Yor with her characteristic tight black dress, which exposed her shoulders, arms and thighs. Over-the-knee boots of his covered much of his slender legs.

It is quite a revealing dress, tight to the body, leaving little to the imagination. Izumo looked at her butt, thinking why his panties didn't show, it was a great unsolved mystery.

"You do not have a cold?"

"I use chakra to improve my physique, it's impossible to feel cold" Yor replied, happily. Every time Izumo took care of her, she felt warmth on her chest, it was a very comforting feeling.

Esdeath, from the side and standing on a tree branch, asked, "You won't ask me?" Her long blue hair trailed down her back and her wind gently rocked it as she used binoculars to peer into the distance, stalking her future prey.

She was wearing her usual clothes, a white military jacket trimmed with gold and blue details. Her colored short skirt was elegant and matched hers with the rest of her clothing, while long black gloves added a touch of authority. Her black leather boots reach up to her knee, projecting strength and confidence. A broad white belt accentuates her seductive figure.

Izumo tilted his head and now he was looking at Esdeath's skirt, which was so short that the wind ruffled it a bit and allowed her behind to be easily seen. Unfortunately, for the observers, unlike Yor, who wore teddy bear panties, Esdeath wore safety pants.

Although this fact doesn't matter in battle, what kind of pervert would notice a girl's underwear when she has fireballs and shuriken flying from her head, no one! Only an idiot would lose focus on danger by being perverted.

You can freeze up to time, how cold could you be, Izumo thought, but she didn't say it, he wasn't a fool with 0 EQ.

"You're cold, Esdeath," Izumo commented.

"Only the weak feel cold, they deserve to freeze to death and suffer miserably," Esdeath replied coldly.

Oh, sometimes I forget that this woman is not as delicate as she looks. Despite her tender moments at her house, she is still a cold woman who hates the weak, Izumo thought.

Esdeath let the binoculars hang from her neck, her beautiful blue eyes looked at the man who owned her being, and she smiled sweetly, ignoring the coldness of her earlier words.

"It's time little Izumo. We have 10 minutes to prepare and steal our cargo"

"You already know what to do, no one escapes, we cannot leave witnesses"

Izumo took out a blindfold from her inventory and used it on her eyes. This time she would practice Observation Haki in battle, it's the best way to train and it's more efficient.

"You're sure?" Yor asked with concern, he did not like to see his family in danger.

"Trust me, Yor, they can't kill me!"

"Leave it, Yor. There are 9 genin and one Jōnin, the rest are civilians who drive the caravan, they are not problems. We are close to Konoha, the surveillance is not strict, and they are confident that they will not be attacked"

Esdeath wasn't worried about killing 12-year-olds, if they can use weapons, they're adults. She has been killing since she was 5 years old and she always kept in mind that she could lose her life. If you kill, you have to be prepared to die, that's life.

"They would never expect to be attacked so close to the town, except for supplies and a few genin" Izumo replied, knowing that if they were ninjas from other towns so close to Konoha, they would use them as spies, or to steal the 9-tailed fox.

Yor, hidden among the leaves, used the binoculars to see the caravan. The genin seemed to be on a hike, their guard down and not paying attention to their surroundings, very different from their Jōnin, who took care of their surroundings.

As a Jōnin, she would not help her students unless it was a life or death situation, she did not immediately reprimand them either, she waits for the moment of an attack to educate them so that they never make such a fatal mistake again.

As Kakashi does with his team in Team 7's first mission.

Looking carefully, Yor noticed a very familiar and well-known emblem in Konoha, a red and white paper fan: "Izumo, they are Uchihas"

"Really..., let me take a look!" Izumo replied, removing his blindfold.

The group was interesting, they were all Uchiha. Knowing Sarutobi and Danzo, Izumo knew that they would not give the Uchiha large contributions, not when the war was nearing its end.

For that reason, Sarutobi assigned them missions that wouldn't be relevant, like escorting a caravan near town to a safe outpost, or suicide missions, like going into the heart of the war where they couldn't escape.

Izumo's eyes flashed with madness, he never expected to hit the jackpot. Among the genin there was a familiar figure, very familiar, even his face had a certain resemblance.

"Brother" he muttered to himself.

"Brother?" Yor asked with his eyes wide open, he did not expect such an event.

"Don't forget that I was abandoned, see that brat in the middle, the cockiest one who seems to be the leader of the group, is my blood brother."

Without looking away, Izumo observed how her brother was very close to a very pretty girl, sometimes he hugged her, making her blush, they seemed to be on a date rather than on a dangerous mission in which they could die.

For years, he did not stop monitoring his family, as he was crucial to getting the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan without having to spend money in the system.

He needed his sister's eyes to evolve his Sharingan.

During his investigations, his mother gave birth to another child, a girl actually. His father was still useless, however, he was very lucky, she still hadn't died despite going on missions regularly.

And his dear brother, fresh out of the ninja academy. The latest information gathered was that he was doing various D-rank, beginner missions, such as mowing the grass, looking for a cat, fixing the training center, and so on.

Izumo knew that this would be his dear brother's first C-rank mission and the first time he had left Konoha. It seems that his father took all the luck, in the first mission he would die, he almost felt sorry for the brat, but he quickly suppressed any hint of compassion.

They may share the same blood, but they didn't grow up together, they don't have any affective bond that unites them. He wouldn't mind cutting her carotid and gouging out her eyes if it meant obtaining the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan. However, there was a catch: he did not yet possess his own Sharingan, and in order to absorb it, both of them would have to have the Mangekyō Sharingan activated.

-I didn't expect to find him so early, but I can't let him go either. What I do? It is not obvious...? kill him! My parents are still alive, they will surely have another child, and there is still my pretty little sister. System, can I use her eyes as if they were my own, without having to lose the potential of my original eyes.

-The system can do everything. I will make those eyes fit perfectly with your body. However, host, we must first see how much potential those eyes hold. If they are junk, they will be cheaper to buy.

Izumo rolled his eyes, the system always had its fine print, very annoying at times. Although Quick recovered, complaining is useless, it would be worse not to have a system.

-I better sell them, how much for three tomoe Sharingan?

-10 million.

-Hey! My unopened eyes are worth 100 million.

-It is because it is your eyes that are so valuable, host. Other junk isn't worth as much!

Izumo clutched his forehead, sighing.

-Okay, okay... I see. I already found another way to do it. First, let's take out those eyes, they are useless in waste and cannon fodder.

Izumo stood up and looked at the horizon, tied the blindfold on him, and even through it, his all-seeing god's eye shone brightly, the gear inside him seemed to shake with force.

Despite being blind, he seemed to see everything perfectly. It was a very strange but wonderful feeling, to feel that everything was under his watch and his control, it made him feel euphoric and powerful.

"Shall we continue with the plan?" I ask Yor

"All dead! Except my brother and the girl next to him."

It wasn't brotherly love, nor was a light come down and illuminate her dark heart. Killing her brother right away was not a good idea. He should make the Sharingan evolve to at least three tomoe. For that, it was necessary to keep him alive, and the girl next to him would be of great help in his plan.

"Wow, are you going to forgive your brother?"

Izumo smiled mischievously and replied:

"Esdeath, do you forgive the ants you step on?"

Esdeath shook her head, his belief does not change, he always followed his father's words "The strong survive, the weak die"

Yor approached and lowered the blindfold, his red eyes looked at Izumo's blue eyes, he was seeing if he had an emotional fluctuation, she did not want to see his family make bad decisions.

"Are you sure Izumo, killing a brother can be... a bit hard."

"Blood brothers, nothing more! It's not like we grew up together. They abandoned me in an orphanage, Yor, just because I was weaker. Do you think they deserve my mercy?"

The truth is that Izumo did not feel rancor or hate, everything was a business for him. If someone had what he needed, Izumo wouldn't hesitate to take it from them, even kill them if necessary. He would have no mercy against anyone.

Nobody deserved her, nobody had mercy when he suffered, nobody helped him, why would he help others?

"Er... I don't know. But, let me do it, it's not good for you to get your hands dirty."

Izumo took Yor's hands, he never looked away, in that look there was firmness and certainty. "Trust me"

Yor, seeing his determination, didn't say anything else, all he had to do was stay by his side and comfort him if necessary. Izumo was a very important member of his family, and he didn't want to see him suffer. Esdeath didn't say much, his position was clear.

-System, show my skills"

[Maximum Dose][Borrowed Time][Mercury Sash][Observation Haki]

new skill acquired

[Time Skip; Faceless Void Skill] [Runs to the target location while undoing all damage taken in the last 2.0s.]

-Needed fast scrolling skills. Although its recharge is 18 seconds, it is very useful. It's even capable of negating all the damage that occurred two seconds before it's used, with that, I'll have enough lifesaving abilities. Now I need to focus on upgrading my chakra, cursed energy, all-seeing eyes of the gods, and buy more dash and body enhancement skills.

Izumo stretched, wiping the blades off his shoulder. Using his God's Eye, he saw further than he could see an eagle. His eye focused on his dear brother, trying to reveal all his secrets.

"5 minutes left."

Yor jumped down from the tree and headed to the other end, Esdeath standing on the road, waiting for the guests. Izumo would ambush them from behind, no one would be able to escape.

Izumo never felt terrible about what he did. Since his wife died, he stopped feeling pity and mercy for people, although he would still have it with his loved ones.

From his point of view, no one deserved his help, since no one helped him through his most difficult times. When his wife died, no one comforted him, when he was in jail and almost killed, no one was able to save him, and none of his so-called friends visited him.

When he was released, no one celebrated with him, not even a comforting hug. Ever since he lost his wife, he was always alone. The police didn't help him with the case, the lawyer just wanted him to plead guilty, and the judge barely listened to him.

No one was by his side at his worst moment when he was weakest and most fragile, everyone disappeared, there was no pity or mercy, and not even his wife and daughter received justice.

And despite being on the ground, dejected, he got up on his own, alone. He worked, raised money, learned to fight and control his emotions. He studied hard, used all of his potential to gain power, all for revenge, his only motivation.

Izumo still remembers those days, they were hectic and dangerous, he wishes he had never lived through them, he wishes he had always been with his wife and daughter, but fate dictated otherwise.

Apparently, it was his canon event, all for the sake of plot and character growth.

As for how he felt with revenge, satisfied and empty. Satisfied to make the guilty pay, but empty because he would never get back what he lost. Although that did not stop him from going on with his life, he had many wives and many children, until he died.

He will always feel some degree of regret for the past, and as such, he will always love her first wife, he will never forget her eyes, hair color, the way she talks, her dress, he will never forget her. how much he loved her Therefore, he will never make the same mistake twice.

Strength! Only with strength can you have everything without losing it. Only true strength can ensure your happiness, strength is the only thing that can help you control your own destiny and not let it slip out of your hands.

"Today will be a fun night."

His heart was pounding, his eyes shone with a dangerous light, the nearby living beings, sensing Izumo's will to kill, ran away. A dark flame sprouted from his hands, it seemed sinister and evil.

A kilometer away, the Jōnin felt a malevolent presence, as if a beast was stalking him. Sweat covered his hands from nerves. He looked around carefully, without stopping his pace.

If there was an enemy, he couldn't alert him, he couldn't let it be known that he had discovered his presence. He continued with the trip, as if nothing had happened, not knowing that he was going straight into the lion's den.