"Only me! Only if I become Hokage can Konoha become strong again!"
Danzo's eyes were wild with conviction as he stared at Uzumaki Sora. In just over a year, this boy had mastered the Wood Style ∙ Deep Forest Emergence, awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan, and wielded the speed of the Flying Thunder God Technique. He had become a vessel for the legendary power once held by Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara.
*Sizzle...*
Sparks danced across the stone floor as Sora dragged his long sword forward, his footsteps slow, deliberate. He stopped a few paces away from Danzo, his eyes glowing with the swirling tomoe of the Mangekyō.
"Where does your confidence come from, old dog?" Sora asked, tilting his head slightly. "All your men are dead, and you're still pretending you have the upper hand? Are you mentally ill?"
Danzo remained calm, shaking his head slightly. "The death of Root operatives is never meaningless. With your appearance, Sora, I've confirmed everything. The Deep Forest Emergence, the Mangekyō Sharingan, the Flying Thunder God, the Body Flicker, and even a primitive Susanoo... The balance of power is within reach."
He raised a finger, eyes burning. "Ninja confrontations are never won by brute strength alone. Intelligence decides the victor! Your eye's ability—I'm guessing it's tied to speed, right? The Body Flicker you've refined is at the level of Kumogakure's elites."
Sora's eyes narrowed, the kaleidoscopic pattern within his pupils beginning to rotate. "You talk too damn much."
*Swish!*
The sword cut horizontally, infused with both Mangekyō chakra and the cellular resilience of Hashirama. The strike was clean and brutal, severing Danzo clean in half.
*Puff!*
A cloud of white smoke burst into the air. A massive red tapir appeared—a nightmarish summon with a serpentine trunk and vacant eyes. It roared, inhaling massive amounts of air and creating a vortex of suction.
"Summoning Jutsu ∙ Baku!"
Danzo, using Izanagi, had reappeared unscathed and was now exploiting Sora's charging momentum. He made a quick seal.
"Wind Style ∙ Vacuum Sphere!"
A dense ball of wind chakra shot forward from Danzo's mouth. The summoned beast amplified its force by sucking in the wind, doubling the attack's intensity. The pincer strike aimed to crush Sora between suction and pressure.
At the same time—
"Wind Style ∙ Shuriken!"
Three sharpened shuriken, each wrapped in slicing wind chakra, followed the trajectory of the Vacuum Sphere. Their aftershock alone carved deep scars into the massive wooden roots around them.
"Wind Style ∙ Kunai Gale!"
Danzo expelled chakra over a kunai, transforming it into a dense, vibrating short sword of compressed air.
*BOOM!!!*
In the span of two seconds, Danzo launched four coordinated jutsu, hoping to overwhelm Sora. Yet, when the dust cleared, Sora remained unharmed.
The attacks had struck something large and immovable.
A towering humanoid construct had formed—a fusion of blue ethereal chakra and intertwined branches. It was Susanoo, clad in Wood-style armor.
"Wood Armored Susanoo. Pretty neat, huh?" Sora quipped coldly.
The construct turned and swung its massive blade, slashing the nightmare tapir in half. The beast howled in agony before vanishing into smoke.
High above, Sora stood upon the forehead of the armored Susanoo, gazing down at the stunned Danzo below.
"You forgot another rule of shinobi combat." Sora said flatly. "Guessing wrong comes at a cost."
With that, Susanoo raised its sword and brought it down.
*BOOM!!!*
The impact split the very foundation of Konoha's underworld. Roots cracked, stones collapsed, and air pressure exploded outward like a shockwave.
Danzo survived—barely. Izanagi activated again, but his stock was dwindling. Two Sharingan on his arm closed permanently.
Then, without warning, a hand appeared beside Danzo's face.
*Puff!*
Sora plucked out Danzo's right eye. Before Danzo could react, the long sword impaled him straight through the chest.
"This isn't how you use the Sharingan, Danzo." Sora said coldly, sealing the stolen eye in a glass vial. "You treat it like a get-out-of-jail-free card. But in front of my eyes, even Izanagi is worthless."
Danzo's face twisted in disbelief. "Wh...when...?"
Then it hit him.
In that brief exchange, one moment during the Wind Style ∙ Kunai Gale—that's when Sora had tagged him. The impact had been subtle, but the Flying Thunder God seal had climbed onto his back.
"Everything I've done... it's all been for Konoha!" Danzo gasped, spitting blood. "I'm the only one worthy of Hokage. You, Uzumaki Sora—you'll be hunted down by Konoha!"
He yanked the blade from his chest and lunged forward. But Sora didn't even move.
"Still hiding your trump card? The Reverse Four Symbols Seal? Not using it yet?" Sora asked mockingly.
Danzo froze.
His eyes widened in alarm. "How... do you know that?"
Sora didn't answer. But his smile said enough.
Danzo's body was failing. Blood poured from his wound, and even Hashirama's cells couldn't fully keep him stable.
"Even if I die!" Danzo growled, "I'll take you to hell with me!"
He vanished in an instant, using the last of his chakra to perform a final Body Flicker. He appeared in front of Sora, legs mangled from overuse of jutsu.
Black ink gushed from his body, forming a rapidly growing seal.
"This is the end! Reverse Four Symbols Seal!"
But Sora was nowhere in sight.
*BOOM!*
Danzo's body detonated into the black swirling sphere of sealing energy—yet no trace of Sora could be seen within it.
…
*Thud*
Danzo's charred remains collapsed, smoke curling from his lifeless form.
Sora stepped forward and retrieved his long sword. A faint flash of Flying Thunder God chakra glowed along its edge.
"The future I foresaw ends exactly when you lose your mind and draw your sword." Sora said calmly.
He exhaled. "Thankfully, I never trusted the version of the seal from my memory. A one-time suicidal technique with no backup plan? Doesn't sound like your style."
Sora walked over to Danzo's remains, eyes narrowed.
"You bet everything on that seal, didn't you? But I'm not like Obito or Sasuke. I don't leave loose ends."
*Hiss...*
The long sword slashed through the charred rags on Danzo's shoulder, revealing his grotesque right arm—still intact, writhing with Hashirama cells.
"...I knew it. You still had one more trick, old dog."
One of the Sharingan embedded near the shoulder slowly opened—half-closed in a delay pattern.
"A Delayed Izanagi, huh?" Sora muttered. "Betting I'd be killed by your seal and you'd reset the scene. Just like Obito escaped Konan's paper ocean..."
"But this time, you delayed it a little too long."
*Puff!*
Sora dug out the last active Sharingan and crushed it in his hand, eliminating the final chance for Danzo's escape.
He studied the corpse briefly before deciding.
Gathering wind chakra into his palm, he created a spinning orb and pressed it into Danzo's remains, liquefying flesh and bones.
Then he put his hands together.
"Fire Style ∙ Great Fireball Jutsu!"
A massive ball of flame erupted, incinerating what remained of Shimura Danzo into black ash.
As the fire died out, Sora exhaled quietly.
"If you can somehow survive that, then I'll kill you again."
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