(Bonus Chapter Nb:1 for +100 power stones ^-^)
Netero listed them as if they were family treasures. When it came to his attitude toward watching "Pot Shadow Ninja," he was clearly more detailed than a certain magic-user demanding updates.
After he finished speaking, Maha, rare for him, did not refute. He had once asked Sean about Itachi, so he was naturally no stranger to "Amaterasu" and "Tsukuyomi."
"An eye that even Sarutobi is wary of is far more than just that." The old man looked deeply at Sean in the feed. "I know Sean."
"That brat is especially good at hiding things. Just you watch. There will definitely be even more shocking things waiting for us in 'Pot Shadow Ninja'."
"Makes sense." Zigg glanced over. "Father, Netero, there's one more thing you might not have noticed."
"Oh?" Netero and Maha looked over. Zigg pointed to his own left eye, reminding them, "Pay attention to the tomoe in Sean's pupil. They are very unusual."
"I don't know if you remember, but before Kakashi met Zabuza, he only had two tomoe. After killing them, it increased to three."
"So... you mean the Sharingan will evolve later on?" Netero raised his eyebrows.
Zigg nodded. "This might be the 'big thing' Father was talking about."
"Ohohoho... that's too interesting." Netero was stunned for a moment, then put his hands on his hips and laughed heartily. "Old master, to be honest, I'm really jealous."
"Let's make a deal. Why don't you let me adopt Sean?"
"You know what that little bastard Beyond is like. His heart is set on the Dark Continent. If I count on him to give me a grandchild, who knows how long I'll have to wait."
'As I thought, you've shown your fox tail, kid.' Maha glanced sideways at him and said one word: "Scram!"
He immediately started rolling up his sleeves. Seeing this, Netero waved his hands repeatedly. "A joke... a joke."
He pushed the glasses on his nose back up and looked at the church.
"Dong—" Eight o'clock in the evening arrived. The bell chimed on time.
Staring at Sean's blood-red left eye, Chrollo's body trembled involuntarily along with the bell's chime.
He muttered to himself:
"Sharingan. It possesses powerful abilities such as observation, copying, and hypnosis. The wielder has insight far beyond that of an ordinary person, can observe the flow of an opponent's chakra, can even cast and see through genjutsu, and copy an opponent's taijutsu and non-Kekkei Genkai ninjutsu."
"In 'Pot Shadow Ninja,' Kakashi Hatake, Sasuke, and Itachi Uchiha are all wielders... and now there's one more. You—Sean!"
The manga was reflecting reality. A sense of chaos washed over him. Chrollo's eyes, usually as calm as stagnant water, rippled. This was even more shocking to him than witnessing Sean use "Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu" and "Expansion Jutsu" earlier!
"You know quite a lot. No wonder the priest entrusted you with so much responsibility." Sean remained unsmiling. The tomoe in his left eye spun slowly, emitting an indescribable ripple. He didn't hold back his appreciation for Chrollo, but there was one point he had to remind him of.
"Knowing and experiencing are very different things, young man." He leaned his body forward slightly. Their eyes met. The tomoe in Sean's left eye suddenly accelerated.
"Caw, caw" A few crows flapped their wings, flying over the church.
Chrollo's eyes abruptly lost focus. He lost control of his body and began to fall.
He spread his arms, trying to grab onto anything he could, but as his gaze swept around, there wasn't even a blade of straw. Besides the boundless sea of blood, there was only the boundless sea of blood.
At this moment, immense loneliness, oppression, panic... and many other negative emotions were infinitely amplified, surging toward him like a tide.
Chrollo finally lost his usual calm. He grabbed a lock of his own hair, letting the pain tell him: 'It's fake... This is all fake. It's Sean's genjutsu!'
Until—his feet landed on the ground, and a large hand grabbed him by the collar—
"Tell me, Chrollo, what is written on these two pieces of paper?!" Uvogin's furious voice rang out. Chrollo turned his head to look. Nobunaga, Machi, Pakunoda, Franklin, Shalnark, and all his other friends were staring at him. The grief and anger in their eyes poured out without reservation.
"What paper?"
"Why are you all looking at me like that?"
Chrollo only felt his throat was dry. He looked at Franklin, the one he trusted most.
The big brother's face was dark. He said nothing, just pointed at his feet. A black plastic bag lay open, waiting quietly for him!
An immense sense of foreboding struck him, compelling Chrollo to take two steps forward and lower his head. With that one look, the boy's small body froze instantly!
He felt as if all the color had drained from his life. All that was left was the dismembered Sarasa, a piece of paper nailed to her forehead, questioning him in silence: "Didn't you promise to protect me?"
"Why didn't you come find me?"
"Why didn't you come save me, Chrollo!"
"You know... it hurts so much. They tore off my clothes, chopped off my arms, drained my blood... I really... hurt... I'm so cold, Chrollo..."
"Cough, cough... he's just that kind of person. He can't save anyone." Not far away, Shalnark suddenly collapsed into a pool of blood, leaning against a toilet, coughing up blood and glaring venomously at Chrollo. "Look what you did to me. I kindly tried to help you, and this is how you treat me!"
"Bang—" Another gunshot. Pakunoda clutched her heart and fell beside Shalnark. "You were right. He can't protect anyone. When danger comes, we have to die for him."
"No! Sarasa! Pakunoda! Shalnark! This isn't real! It's not real! I will protect you! I can protect you! Please, everyone, believe me!" Chrollo tore at his hair, his eyes red. He kept telling himself it was genjutsu, it was Sean's genjutsu.
Suddenly, a large hand slid down his shoulder and finally slammed onto the ground at his feet. Uvogin, who had been the first to grab him, collapsed powerlessly at Chrollo's feet. He stared with ashen-gray eyes, tore open his own ruptured heart, and loudly questioned Chrollo: "Can blood lie, Chrollo?!"
"Look at my heart! It's screaming in pain!"
"Do you have to wait until everyone is dead before you're satisfied?!"
Dead? Dead! Dead! Dead!
"Ahahaha... fake? Real? I don't know... I don't know!"
Chrollo broke down. He was laughing and crying, kneeling in the pool of blood, unable to tell the difference. He truly couldn't tell anymore.
"Sigh... that kid's mental defenses finally collapsed." In the small hut on the back mountain.
A sigh lingered. Through the "surveillance glasses," they captured the image of Chrollo kneeling at Sean's feet, holding his head, shaking like a leaf, crying and laughing, occasionally convulsing.
The atmosphere in the small hut was oppressive.
For no reason, Netero, Maha, and Zigg all shuddered.