"Alright, Seishimon, so you're the one who ruined my reputation!" Satoru said sinisterly.
"No, no, I just spread the title of Captain Satoru, I didn't ruin your reputation." Seishimon was embarrassed; the main character appeared right after he spoke.
Wait a minute, wasn't the Captain supposed to lead the pursuit team to bring Uchiha Itachi to justice?
Why is he still in the Village?
"Speaking of which, it makes me angry. Ninjutsu: Fire of Eight Fragrances: Amplified Version."
Satoru didn't like the feeling of being chuunibyou, especially the embarrassing kind.
Now it's fine; everyone can call him Captain Satoru.
So he rewarded Seishimon with an amplified version of the Genjutsu.
As he accumulated knowledge in various fields like Ninjutsu and Genjutsu, even if it wasn't his primary research direction, his other abilities would passively grow.
Ugh~
Seishimon's mouth felt nauseous in less than a second.
Various flavours merged in his mouth, giving birth to new ones, and these new flavours combined into even newer ones.
His left brain could no longer analyse the excessive taste information and simply shut down, causing his body to have an adverse reaction, almost making him vomit bitter water instantly.
Satoru also timely dispelled the Genjutsu.
Even so, Seishimon's tears streamed down. It wasn't because it tasted bad; his mouth had no taste at all now.
Instead, it was the excessive flavours that caused his body's protective mechanism to shut down, a purely natural physical reaction.
Dokuro watched, cold sweat pouring down. Luckily, he hadn't said anything wrong just now.
Satoru's Genjutsu was becoming more and more terrifying.
"Hmph, let's see if you dare to badmouth your superior behind his back," Satoru snorted.
However, this move also surprised him. Looking at the situation now, its effect in combat is not small!
It's extremely fast and won't give the enemy time to dispel the Genjutsu; they can only guard against it before being hit.
Otherwise, they can only accept the left brain disconnecting from sending signals to the body.
It was originally just a sudden inspiration from his years of accumulated knowledge, and he didn't expect it to bear fruit unintentionally.
Don't think it seems to have little effect; in fact, its effect is enormous.
What he unconsciously used just now was medical knowledge he had learned from Konoha Hospital.
In medicine, the left brain is mainly responsible for logical understanding, memory, time, language, classification, logical analysis, writing, reasoning, smell, touch, and taste.
Therefore, the left cerebral hemisphere is the left brain, which can be called the conscious brain, academic brain, and language brain.
If one overloads the left brain from one aspect, it can disconnect its ability to analyse, reason, and logically understand, which is fatal for a Ninja.
Losing the ability to analyse, wouldn't that be a lamb waiting to be slaughtered?
A Kunai could take his life.
"I won't dare anymore, I won't dare anymore," Seishimon complained bitterly.
However, he quickly found that the state had disappeared, and he was only dry heaving.
Looking at the tears on the ground, it was clear that his body had indeed experienced an adverse reaction just now.
Satoru saw it and realised that as long as the Genjutsu was dispelled, the left brain would quickly reconnect with the body and take over the body again.
He silently kept it in mind.
"Hmm, I heard your wife is about to give birth. How is it? Have you checked if it's a boy or a girl?" Satoru asked.
Seishimon was lucky; he really found a wife and followed in his footsteps.
He truly was his former teammate and current subordinate.
Kakashi, Might Guy, Aoba Yamashiro... these guys are still single dogs, simply disgracing their generation.
"We haven't checked. My wife said that no matter if it's a boy or a girl, we'll raise them well.
It's better to leave it as a surprise."
When Seishimon mentioned his wife, his bitter face instantly disappeared, and he chuckled.
At the same time, his gaze fell on Captain Dokuro. Among them, only he and Satoru had wives and children, and he was proud.
Dokuro clenched his fists and said fiercely, "You, what kind of look is that? If only I had the squad leader's methods, I'd definitely make you try it too."
Is it that he doesn't want to marry a wife?
That's not right; the Analysis Team's work isn't busy now, so why can't I find a wife?
Dokuro suspected himself, wondering if there was something wrong with his sexual orientation.
Seishimon chuckled.
"Alright, Squad Leader, is there something you need?"
Dokuro knew some information. The squad leader was now Konoha's artificial hero and should be hiding, making the villagers think he was pursuing Uchiha Itachi.
However,
He looked at Satoru's face again. Removing that bandage was also a method.
"I came to know if the bodies of the Uchiha Clan are handled by the Analysis Team or by someone else," Satoru said.
Since he bore such a huge karma, he had to get something back.
So he wanted to see if the Anbu handled it or if it was assigned to the Analysis Team.
However, he didn't have much confidence.
Indeed.
Dokuro said, "The Uchiha matter was entirely handled by the Anbu. The bodies and everything else were also handled by the Anbu and were not transferred to the Analysis Team or the Medical Department."
Under normal procedures, whether it's the bodies of villagers or enemies,
They would be processed by the Medical Department's Body Disposal Unit or the Analysis Team.
Either destroy various secret medicine components, Chakra residue, and Ninjutsu traces on their own people's bodies.
Or perform various analyses on the bodies of enemies or their own people.
No need to mention enemies; it's to uncover their secrets.
For their own people, it's natural to uncover information on how the enemy killed them.
"Anbu, huh? Then forget it. I wanted to analyse and see how much Uchiha Itachi's abilities have improved to be able to wipe out the Uchiha, to get a clear understanding."
Satoru heard this and didn't care.
It's better if there is, but he won't be disheartened if there isn't.
The Uchiha's abilities are strong, and his methods are not weak.
It's just for reference and to compensate for his ruined reputation.
Things handled by the Anbu are beyond the control of other departments.
...
In front of the Memorial Stone.
Countless Ninja, dressed in black, stood by to pay respects to the Uchiha Clan.
With so many people dead, it was natural to put on a show.
Led by the Third Hokage, one by one, the Ninja placed chrysanthemums as a sign of respect.
When a person dies, their sins are scattered.
No matter how radical the Uchiha people were before, or if they had rebellious acts against the Village,
Since they have passed away, there's nothing more to say.
Only one young boy stood silently in front of the Memorial Stone.
He watched as people paid their respects to their clan elders.
His fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes held confusion.
Dead, all dead.
The whole world seemed to have only him left.
Endless loneliness was born from nothingness.
It was about to cover all of Sasuke's thoughts.
His whole body exuded a deathly aura.
Until a flame surged within his heart, removing all the deathly stillness.
Sasuke's eyes became firm.