Chapter 341: Come, Let's Walk Through the Process
After these nobles couldn't waste words, they finally began seeking other escape methods. Their gazes swept surroundings before discovering their current location was no longer Fire Country's capital.
Simultaneously, they noticed each other's bizarre body appearances, perceiving their own bodies' abnormalities.
They exchanged glances, eyes full of terror—looking at Yasushi as though viewing a demon.
"Hey now, don't look at me with such expressions!"
Yasushi wore a smiling expression, appearing as benevolent as possible.
"You can return to the world—that's all my achievement!"
"You probably don't know—I possess resurrection ninjutsu!"
"I resurrected you this time because I have tasks assigning you. As long as you perform well, I can resurrect you all one by one!"
"However, considering your habitually lazy dispositions, presumably you're all people who hate working—won't easily obey my orders."
"I also know mere words can't convince you. So—let's walk through the process first."
After speaking, Yasushi opened his left hand. A blood-red eye opened in his palm, rapidly spinning before switching to Mangekyou form.
This was Uchiha Itachi's right eye—containing the Tsukuyomi technique.
When Konoha Village dissolved that day, Itachi's spirit collapsed.
He abandoned all resistance. Facing Enlightened attacks, he no longer defended—single-mindedly seeking death.
Perhaps for him, that represented final judgment for his sins and failures.
How could that work?
Yasushi had painstakingly prepared such a grand performance for him. How could he let him finish and exit the stage?
Death?
That proved too cheap, too boring.
So Yasushi helped him—sending him inside the Box of Ultimate Bliss, letting him achieve eternal life there.
Though Itachi's person could die, that Mangekyou Sharingan proved innocent. Yasushi casually plucked it out.
However, Yasushi currently had too many eyeballs on his body. Both chest and shoulders lacked space. He could only settle for transplanting it to his left palm's center—making do.
"Genjutsu: Tsukuyomi!"
Following Yasushi's clear shout, the Fire Country daimyo kneeling before him immediately became vacant-eyed, falling into the genjutsu space.
Yasushi was using Tsukuyomi genjutsu for the first time. He found this black-and-white genjutsu space extremely interesting. Abandoning the daimyo bound to the cross without attention, he instead carefully examined and researched this newly acquired Mangekyou dojutsu.
But the daimyo proved tactless—insisting on disturbing Yasushi's mood.
After entering the genjutsu space, the external Wood Release mouth gag disappeared. The daimyo could speak again.
He twisted his body bound to the cross by invisible force while asking with shocked fury:
"What—what exactly do you intend doing?"
"You dare attacking the daimyo? Don't want living anymore?"
Yasushi turned back, glancing sideways at the outwardly fierce yet inwardly cowardly daimyo. He completely ignored his words, merely indifferently waving. A table materialized nearby, covered with hooks, chisels, needles, pliers, saws—various torture instruments.
Yasushi strolled to the table's edge, fingers lightly brushing one instrument's edge. His tone sounded as casual as discussing culinary observation.
"I learned this when watching Terakado torture Obito back then. Only after learning it, I've never had practical opportunities."
"Come, come—today I'll test on you, see whether Terakado truly taught me his real skills."
"Incidentally remind you—inside this Tsukuyomi space, pain's duration can be infinitely extended and amplified. Hope you can endure slightly longer."
He casually picked up a thin, sharp small knife, turning to face the bound daimyo. His face revealed a smile mixing exploratory interest with cruel anticipation.
"Aaaaahhh..." The daimyo screamed miserably, watching flesh separate from his body piece by piece.
Edo Tensei bodies themselves lack pain sensation, so tormenting Edo Tensei bodies proves useless. But genjutsu's target isn't the body but the spirit. So damage the target suffers in "Tsukuyomi Space" manifests completely on the target.
This method's effect on ordinary ninja wasn't particularly great. After all, even genin mostly experienced bloody combat—their pain tolerance far exceeded normal people. Making them submit couldn't be accomplished through simple painful torture.
But for daimyo and nobles—these fellows accustomed to luxury daily—their pain thresholds proved pathetically low.
Tender skin and flesh wrapped fragile nerves. A bit of genuine physical suffering sufficed collapsing all psychological defenses built from arrogance and rules—exposing the most primitive, most pathetic fear and wailing.
Cutting one piece of flesh could make them cry bitterly. A couple random slashes could make them scream like butchered pigs.
Yasushi merely casually sliced several flesh pieces. The daimyo already couldn't endure, wailing like a two-hundred-pound child.
All adult dignity and honor were completely abandoned—leaving only most instinctive fear of pain and begging for mercy.
"Don't cut anymore, please, spare me..."
"I'll listen to everything you say, just don't torture me anymore..."
"Kill me, I want dying..."
Yasushi completely ignored his pleas, only continuing his flesh carving artistry—cutting the daimyo's body into scattered pieces.
He adjusted blade force and angles with great interest, observing the "material's" reactions—enjoying the process of "reshaping" another consciousness under absolute domination.
The daimyo's wailing merely served as background music for his "artistic creation"—completely unable making his hand tremble even slightly. In fact, it became his "creative" inspiration source instead.
Before completing one technique set, the daimyo nearly collapsed. Continuing further might only yield meaningless consciousness residue.
To prevent this fellow truly unable bearing it and going mad, Yasushi reluctantly stopped his artistic creation path, releasing the genjutsu space.
He completed half an "artistic creation" in "genjutsu space"—yet reality time only passed one instant.
Nearby numerous nobles only saw Yasushi's Mangekyou Sharingan flash once. Their supreme daimyo suddenly screamed and wailed miserably.
"Aaaaahhh..."
The daimyo's body trembled violently, throat erupting with extremely shrill screams—as though just crawling back from deepest hell.
Yet all sounds remained blocked in his mouth, making these wails muffled—completely inhuman sounding. Hearing them made other nobles' hair stand on end, bodies trembling.