Ice Release: Demonic Mirroring Ice Crystals!
The mirrors formed from ice surrounded Itsuki, creating a dome-like barrier.
Itsuki stood calmly in the center, watching with mild curiosity.
"So this is Ice Release? They say it's a kekkei genkai the Sharingan can't replicate… is that true?"
His scarlet eyes spun as he carefully observed Haku's hand seals.
Then, mimicking him, Itsuki performed the same sequence.
A burst of misty vapor formed—only to fizzle out and vanish.
"Hmm… Is it because I haven't mastered the elemental change of wind? Or does the kekkei genkai require a unique activation method I don't know yet?" he murmured to himself.
Bloodline limits were said to be inherited, but in reality, many were the result of elemental fusion.
Hashirama Senju's Wood Release.
Mei Terumi's Lava Release and Boil Release.
Onoki's Dust Release…
So Itsuki didn't believe it was impossible for the Sharingan to copy them—only that he hadn't cracked the method yet.
"Haku is my proudest tool," Zabuza rasped from outside the dome, his voice tinged with pride despite his weakened state.
"When he was just a child, I taught him all my combat skills. Even in the direst situations, he never falters. He's a machine—able to discard not only his heart but even his life."
"His ninjutsu surpasses mine, and he wields a terrifying kekkei genkai. Truly… I found myself a most useful tool."
Now that Haku had activated this technique, Zabuza was certain: the fight would be over in an instant.
He stared hard into the icy mirrors. The pressure Itsuki radiated was heavier than Kakashi's.
"We bear no grudge. I don't want to kill you."
Haku's voice echoed coldly from within the mirrors. Senbon glinted in both his hands.
"But if it's for Zabuza-sama… then I'll gladly become a ruthless killing machine."
"Is that so?"
Itsuki brushed a hand across his eyes, then lifted his head.
A pair of fully awakened scarlet Sharingan glared back at them.
"You said you understood… but you know nothing about the Sharingan."
"Sharingan!" both Haku and Zabuza exclaimed in shock.
Unlike Kakashi, Itsuki possessed a complete pair.
Even if they didn't know the Sharingan's full capabilities, they understood immediately—there was a world of difference between one eye and two.
Haku didn't dare hesitate.
His body flickered through the mirrors, dozens of reflections forming at once, each launching senbon from every direction.
Senbon rained down in a deadly storm.
"By refracting my body through the mirrors, I can shift instantly from one to another," Haku explained coldly.
"With enough speed, it looks like I exist in multiple places at once—like the Afterimage Fist from Dragon Ball."
"Each reflection… could be real or fake."
Itsuki smirked. His Sharingan spun rapidly, tracking every movement with ease.
No matter how fast Haku moved, Itsuki could trace him.
Even Sasuke—with only three tomoe across both eyes—could eventually track this technique.
But Itsuki? He wielded a complete pair.
"Unfortunately for you… you still know nothing about the Sharingan."
Swish! Swish! Swish!
In an instant, Itsuki blurred into dozens of phantoms himself, each wielding a kunai.
Every senbon was parried, deflected, or sent clattering harmlessly to the ground.
The Sharingan's dynamic vision slowed the world around him.
And unlike Sasuke, Itsuki's body could easily keep pace.
With Wood Release awakened and multiple enhancements stacked on his body, his physical strength rivaled—and even surpassed—Naruto's.
He moved with a teleportation technique akin to Shisui's Body Flicker, leaving behind phantom after phantom.
To Haku, it was as if the mirrors had turned against him.
"This… this is impossible," Haku whispered, his eyes wide.
Zabuza's jaw tightened. He had never seen such a display.
"So this… is the Sharingan?" he muttered in disbelief.
Kakashi's eye had been borrowed, incomplete. He could never unleash its full power.
But Itsuki's…
"No… it can't be," Zabuza suddenly realized. "The Uchiha clan was annihilated. Only Uchiha Itachi survived… and one child too young to fight. Don't tell me—you're Uchiha Itachi?!"
No, the body build didn't match. And Itachi had defected from Konoha years ago.
Could this be… the child survivor? But that answer made even less sense.
"Genjutsu: Sharingan."
Itsuki vanished, reappearing before Haku's true body.
Their eyes met for a split second—then Haku froze in place, trapped within the illusion.
The countless reflections shattered, fading with the ice mirrors themselves.
The great dome of frost dissolved into mist, leaving only Haku standing blankly on the ground.
"So this… is the Sharingan?" Zabuza's voice broke.
The words held no mockery now, only shock—and resignation.
That weakling Kakashi had flaunted the Sharingan and barely scratched the surface.
Zabuza had thought he'd understood it, even dismissed it.
But now…
"Kill me," Zabuza spat, dropping his head.
There was no point asking who this man really was. The outcome was death either way.
Itsuki stepped forward, placing his hand lightly on Zabuza's neck. Zabuza closed his eyes, prepared for the end.
But death never came.
Instead, warmth flooded his body—chakra filled with life force.
It coursed through him, mending the damage left by the senbon, easing the paralysis, and soothing his fatigue.
Zabuza's eyes snapped open in disbelief.
In moments, his strength returned.
Swish!
He leapt back, gripping the Executioner's Blade defensively.
But quickly, his stance faltered. He lowered his sword, staring at Itsuki with a complicated expression.
"What do you want?" he asked finally.
Someone who could subdue Haku with a glance… and restore his mobility with a touch…
This wasn't an opponent Zabuza had any right to treat as an equal.
"There's no need to fight here," Itsuki said simply. "Come with me. Let's find somewhere to rest first."
With a casual wave, he dispelled Haku's illusion and walked off into the woods.
Zabuza and Haku exchanged a look—and followed.
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