Konoha's talent

Because he saw the smile on Shishui's face before, that was the smile Shishui often showed after winning the battle.

He and Shishui have been partnered for so long, and he has long been used to seeing each other.

Therefore, he would put his vigilance away and walked over there.

Although he doesn't know what happened to Saitama, he chooses to believe in Shisui.

The scene before him made him feel cold again, thinking that he had fallen into illusion again.

"Saitama...you!"

Shishui looked down at the arm that penetrated his left chest, revealing an incredible face.

The body was trembling, he didn't continue to think, but he already understood that his ninjutsu must have failed.

Above his right hand, the blade was glowing with a blue chakra cyclone, pressed against his chest, and slashed at Saitama's hand in his chest.

"Swish", Saitama's speed increased. The insertion and withdrawal were completed in an instant, and he took a step back, while also avoiding the counterattack from Shisui.

"Zhishui!!!"

Uchiha Itachi's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe the scene in front of him. How did Saitama start to attack Shisui again, and...

"Why... why is it useless?!"

Zhishui's left hand touched his left chest, which had broken a big hole, and the blood turned into a fountain, splashing out from the gap in his palm.

The writing wheel in his eyes kept spinning, as if he wanted to enter the kaleidoscope shape again, but due to the injury and the previous consumption of pupil power, he was unable to enter.

Shisui asked, looking at Saitama who was expressionless, with a weak voice.

Obviously he has already entered Saitama's brain, modified his will, and implanted the concept of guarding Konoha.

And seeing what Saitama looked like just now, she was still struggling, not as if she was pretending.

"Oh, are you talking about your other gods?"

Saitama looked at her childhood friend, life was gradually losing in front of him, there was no extra expression on his face, but there was still some complexity in his eyes.

At the moment when Zhishui activated the pupil technique, he himself also activated the pupil technique, the uninjured [Izanaki] that resided in his right eye.

Since he didn't know the duration of the activation of [Farewell God], the 60 breaths he had set would later manifest his pupil technique.

And this is also the appearance that he will appear just now that he has clearly been hit by [Other Gods].

"Because of it!"

The bloody right hand was lifted up, and Saitama nodded his right eye with his index finger.

"is it…"

Shisui Ninja's chest pain, as well as the constantly losing strength in his body, plunged a short knife into the ground, half-kneeling and looking at Saitama.

With a wry smile on his face, he didn't expect that Saitama's pupil technique could be immune to or block his own kaleidoscope pupil technique.

Although I don't know the principle yet, it should be the kaleidoscope pupil technique in Saitama's right eye.

"That's it!"

Saitama raised his right hand with no joy or sorrow on his face, and his eyes gradually became firm when he looked at Shisui who was kneeling in front of him.

Since he can't go with him, he can only be an opponent. The world of ninjas is so cruel.

This is not his cold blood, just a choice.He chose the lofty goal himself, and Zhishui chose to guard the village. The conflict was so strange.

"Yes, that's it!"

At the corner of Zhishui's mouth, the thick blood slowly dripped, and he looked at the ground, he had already lost his strength, naturally he had no strength to resist.

Saitama's blow penetrated his left chest. It was an injury that was basically impossible to heal, and there was no medical ninja yet.

"no no!"

Itachi saw Saitama's raised right hand, and the white thunder and lightning blasted again, and a clear spear-like weapon was taking shape.

He straightened his right hand and grasped Saitama weakly.

Staggering, he seemed to forget for a moment that he was a ninja and could release ninjutsu.

With a "pop", he fell to the ground, and Saitama's right hand quickly moved toward Shishui.

"Wow!"

The white short spear turned into white light and shot in from Shishui's chest, leading him to fly away.

The person is still in the air, and the blood is already on the ground he flies over, leaving bright marks.

"No, Saitama... Brother!"

Itachi looked at Saitama's final blow to Shisui in disbelief, something in his eyes began to change.

He knelt on the ground, looking at Shishui's figure ignorantly, and saw him being carried by the thunder and lightning spear and hitting the stone wall in the distance. There was no movement.

He couldn't accept that Saitama would really fight against the underwater killer. Although he had been fighting, Itachi felt that this was not a battle that had to be divided into life and death.

But the scene before him told him that Saitama would really kill them and was already doing it!

Tears couldn't stop running down his eyes, Itachi looked in the direction of Shishui, and finally turned his eyes away to look at Uchiha Saitama who was standing still.

"I want to... kill you! Kill you! Uchiha Saitama!"

Itachi has never wanted to kill a person so much, and this person who was previously called Saitama and has always admired is the first one!

"It's really interesting!"

Saitama didn't continue to control Shishui, he was first penetrated into the heart of his left chest, and now he was hit directly by ninjutsu, almost declared dead.

He followed the sound and looked at Itachi, not paying attention to Itachi's somewhat hateful gaze, but his gaze stayed on Itachi's eyes for a few seconds, and finally smiled.

Because Uchiha Itachi has been hit by Shisui’s death, seems to be eye-opening?

Chapter 249

Uchiha Itachi looked at the ordinary Saitama with a very hateful look.

His eyes, the three Gouyu constantly rotating, finally converged into a mysterious pattern, with the slightest evil feeling.

He would never have thought that Saitama had really dealt with the killer underwater, and after doing all this, he still had a calm expression without any guilt.