The domineering Uchiha drove the Third Hokage mad!

Chapter 565 Kushina...Experience the pain!

In Chika's memory, her older sister Shizuka's screams echoed repeatedly in her ears like a curse.

But she could only clench her fists tightly and swallow her tears.

Uchiha Mitsunori's eyes grew increasingly dark, and the aura around him grew increasingly oppressive. Even though he already knew the truth, personally experiencing this despair and pain that penetrated to the bone still moved him deeply.

He didn't linger, sifting through his memories, deleting Chinatsu's private matters... those innocent thoughts from her youth... leaving only her longing for her family... the destruction of the Land of Whirlpools... and scenes related to the suffering of her people, laying the groundwork for the upcoming Tsukuyomi illusion.

Chinatsu Uzumaki weakly opened her eyes, her body trembling slightly, her forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat. Clearly, seeing those painful memories again had caused her immense mental anguish.

She shook her head slightly, barely managing to stand up. She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, her voice weak: "My lord... is the memory reading finished? Shall we go find Kushina now?"

Uchiha Mitsunori nodded slightly, his tone gentle: "Yes, everything is ready. If you feel tired, you can take a rest."

"I am not tired, sir."

Chinatsu Uzumaki shook her head, forcing her back straight to suppress her weakness: "Every second Kushina remains conscious gives us a better chance. We can't waste any more time, let's go now."

Seeing her determined gaze, Uchiha Mitsunori said nothing more and followed Uzumaki Chinatsu toward the room deep in the courtyard.

Pushing open a half-closed sliding door, the scene inside the room was completely different from the somber atmosphere of the courtyard.

The light was soft, and the pink gauze curtains swayed gently in the breeze, casting dappled shadows.

A cup of warm tea sits beside me, and the air is filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers—it's cozy and pleasant...

This is the luxurious garden that Mito Uzumaki gave to Kushina before his death.

Kushina Uzumaki sat on a low couch, her hands supporting her chin, her long red hair cascading down her back, with a few strands falling in front of her cheeks, obscuring her eyebrows and eyes.

She bit her lip for a moment, then sighed softly, her eyes filled with confusion and entanglement.

Her mind was filled with the repeated admonitions of her clansmen...

"Kushina, don't see him! Minato Namikaze and Hiruzen Sarutobi are in cahoots. He's definitely up to no good by approaching you!"

"Kushina, have you forgotten the blood feud of the Land of Whirlpools? Have you forgotten those of your fallen clansmen?"

But at the same time, Minato Namikaze's gentle smile lingered in her mind...

He's so kind and gentle, how could he be involved with Hiruzen Sarutobi, who killed the people of Uzushiogakure? Did his clansmen misunderstand him?

Kushina pouted slightly, her eyes filled with confusion and grievance.

Hearing the door open, she snapped back to reality and hurriedly jumped off the couch. She nearly fell because of her haste, and had to grab the edge of the low couch to steady herself.

Her voice was soft and weak: "Sister Chika... Lord Hokage... what brings you here?...?"

Chinatsu Uzumaki stepped forward, gently taking Kushina's cold little hand in hers, the warmth of her palm slowly transferring to her, her eyes filled with pity: "Kushina, we're not here to blame you."

"We've come to show you what our Whirlpool Clan has gone through, and to make you truly understand how much blood and life your clan has sacrificed for the peace you enjoy."

Kushina's shoulders trembled, as if struck lightly by something, and she slowly lowered her head: "Chika-nee... I know you are in pain... The Land of Whirlpools was destroyed... Many of your people died."

"But I... I've been protected by Grandma Mito since I was little, and I've almost forgotten what the Land of Whirlpools looks like... I..."

As she finished speaking, her eyes reddened slightly, tears welling up, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall...

She wanted to empathize with her people and become stronger, but she simply couldn't. The suffering of sixteen years ago... was too distant for her.

Chinatsu Uzumaki cupped her face, gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and made her look into her eyes, which were full of pleading.

"Kushina, Lord Mitsumine can use illusion magic to let you experience everything we've been through firsthand. It can help you see the wickedness of this world, so you won't remain naive anymore, okay?"

Kushina's eyelashes trembled violently, her eyes filled with fear and hesitation, and she took a small step back.

She was afraid of pain, afraid of those horrible images, afraid that she would be swallowed by despair. But looking at the tears in Uzumaki Chinatsu's eyes, looking at Uzumaki Chinatsu's pale face... she remembered Grandma Mito holding her hand tightly before she died, the worry and entrustment in her eyes... she remembered the responsibility she bore as a member of the Uzumaki clan.

After a long silence, she took a deep breath, slowly raised her head, and her eyes gradually became firm.

"Sister Chika, Lord Mitsumine, I'm willing to give it a try. I also want to do something for the Uzumaki clan..."

Uchiha Mitsunori walked up to her and gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks, as if to soothe her fear: "Kushina, relax, don't be afraid."

"Everything in the illusionary world may be painful and hopeless. But please remember, no matter what you encounter, do not resist it, but feel it fully. Only in this way can you truly awaken."

Kushina nodded vigorously, her small hands clenched into fists to suppress her fear: "I understand, Lady Mimine."

Uchiha Mitsunaga's brows furrowed slightly, and his crimson Mangekyou Sharingan opened once more, its powerful ocular energy instantly spreading out...

"Tsukuyomi..."

As the eye technique was activated, Kushina's consciousness instantly sank into chaos, remaining standing still.

When she opened her eyes again, the scene before her had undergone a complete transformation.

It begins with a happy home life, but the next chapter is filled with killing, weeping, and flames...

She was no longer the beloved Kushina Uzumaki, but had become a little girl of only five or six years old, her face covered in dust and tear stains...

Before me lay a living hell.

All I could hear were heart-wrenching cries, the sinister laughs of ninjas, the "thud" of blades piercing flesh, and the deafening roar of collapsing buildings.

She stood on the burning streets of the Land of Whirlpools, her feet treading on warm blood. The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and burnt flesh, making her cough repeatedly and tears stream down her face.