Itachi seemed disappointed to see that the Samurai before him had opted for blocking the fire, rather than actually dodging. He would have thought that a creature, no matter how strange in appearance, would instinctively get out of the way of something like that. The young ANBU captian frowned as he started reevaluating that assumption.
In the time it took him to make the new assessment, Itachi had decided that the Sharingan was unneeded. A wise shinobi did not expend all of their chakra, espeicllay not needlessly, and as such there was really no point in fueling his bloodline when he didn't need it.
Itachi's hands went through handseals, practically on their own, building up to a familiar jutsu--Housenka no Jutsu, the Mythical Fire Flower technique. He spoke the name softly, before throwing the fireballs at the Samurai before him. With enough of them, he was sure, they wouldn't be able to block or dodge them.
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In the time it took him to make the new assessment, Itachi had decided that the Sharingan was unneeded. A wise shinobi did not expend all of their chakra, espeicllay not needlessly, and as such there was really no point in fueling his bloodline when he didn't need it.
Itachi's hands went through handseals, practically on their own, building up to a familiar jutsu--Housenka no Jutsu, the Mythical Fire Flower technique. He spoke the name softly, before throwing the fireballs at the Samurai before him. With enough of them, he was sure, they wouldn't be able to block or dodge them.