"Huff...!" Uchiha Akuma exhaled, standing over Danzo's corpse, sweat pouring down his face, wearing an expression that screamed, "Okay, maybe I went too far."
He had done the impossible.
But there was no time to celebrate.
"Come on, don't fail me now!" he growled, and—without anesthesia, morals, or hesitation—ripped out his own right eye like it was an overripe grape.
His face twisted like someone trying to solve calculus in kanji. Veins bulged on his forehead, his chakra trembled like jelly, and blood gushed from his fingers like a ketchup bottle on its first squeeze.
The Uchiha hiding in the trees watched the scene with the face of shared trauma.
"This lunatic just popped out his eye like it was a contact lens!"
But Akuma didn't stop.
With horrifying precision, he jammed in the stolen Mangekyō Sharingan from Danzo—the one and only Kotoamatsukami.
"This hurts more than watching your crush die in the final arc," he thought, gritting his teeth.
Izumi was on the verge of a breakdown.
"What the hell is wrong with this man?"
The remaining Root operatives didn't even blink. Some were mind-controlled. Others were just terrified that if they moved, Akuma would steal their eyes too.
Akuma opened his new eye.
Chakra surged as if he'd just plugged a USB into his nervous system. The pain didn't fade, but his vision returned. The new Sharingan spun like a furious blade.
"Perfect..." he muttered, almost smiling.
"Bro…" Tamao said, voice trembling. "You just leveled up to terrifying."
Then, with zero hesitation, Tamao kicked Danzo's body. Just in case. Nothing personal. Pure satisfaction.
Akuma raised his eyes toward the Root agents still frozen in the trees.
With his new Sharingan, he reactivated the mental seal he'd planted earlier using the last 70% of his Yinton chakra from the old Mangekyō.
Now the Root were nothing more than luxury puppets with sad little masks.
Even though he no longer had the original Eight Thousand Lances eye, the effect remained. Like an installed antivirus.
Among those Root, eight rebel Uchiha were still hidden, masked and sweating bullets. Until this moment, Akuma hadn't told them anything about his plan.
"What if we got killed?"
"What if this was an ANBU trap?"
"What if he was just bluffing?"
Now they knew: the target had been Danzo all along.
And Danzo was down. Or... so it seemed.
"He... he actually did it..." murmured Nanfeng from his branch, unsheathing his sword without realizing it.
The others followed suit. Something ignited in them when they saw that the Uchiha Clan... was no more.
There was no turning back.
The screams from the Uchiha district had gone silent. What remained was thick silence—the kind you feel before grief truly hits.
And then, the pain turned into fire.
"Bastards!"
"Shisui died because of him!"
"This was all orchestrated in the shadows!"
Even Izumi, always calm, sharpened her gaze.
They would now follow Akuma to the end. The true culprit would pay.
Akuma knew it. He looked at Danzo's lifeless body.
"I've got 10% of my backup chakra left..." he thought, calculating like a stressed-out accountant.
The last 1% of Yin chakra had been left—just in case—inside Uchiha Mikoto, thanks to a shadow clone he'd planted before she escaped. Just in case. Like preparing toast for breakfast in advance.
But there was no time.
The battle wasn't over yet.
Just when everyone thought the old man was toast...
"GAAACK!" Danzo spasmed like he'd been resurrected by instinct. His left eye flickered.
"WHAT?!" several Uchiha shouted in unison.
Danzo's body trembled, his cloak fell to the ground… and his bandaged arm lifted!
His fingers formed a half-seal. Beneath the moon, a terrifying Sharingan in his hand glowed like a red warning light.
"No way!" Nanfeng yelled, eyes wide. "That Sharingan… it's closing!"
And just like that, everything went to hell.
The Sharingan in Akuma's right eye—the one he'd so lovingly torn out—vanished. Poof. Gone.
So did Danzo's corpse.
As if someone had erased the entire scene with a ninja-grade eraser.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Tamao screamed.
Danzo reappeared five meters away, intact, smiling, Mangekyō restored, and looking like "You fooled me once, but now I've got God Mode turned on."
"Izanagi," Akuma whispered, biting his tongue.
The old man had activated the forbidden technique that rewrites reality itself. Basically, ninja Ctrl+Z.
"When did he make the hand seal?" Izumi asked, swallowing hard.
Before they could move, Danzo launched a jutsu.
"Wind Style: Vacuum Wave!" he roared.
And a hurricane of invisible blades tore through the forest.
Tamao, front and center, didn't even have time to scream.
SLASH SLASH SLASH SLASH!
He flew into a tree like a bloody rag doll, wounds all over.
Izumi activated her Sharingan and dove to rescue him in a desperate move.
Meanwhile, several Root still paralyzed were shredded by the same technique. Danzo didn't blink. No regrets. No "Sorry team."
The surviving Uchiha barely dodged. Some dove to the ground. One even hugged a tree, praying not to die as bark.
When the storm ended, half the forest was a disaster zone.
Danzo, unfazed, appeared before Akuma with his hand ready to snatch another eye.
"My turn now!" he shouted, like a boomer at a Sharingan flea market.
Danzo's eye spun. The shuriken pattern activated.
Kotoamatsukami.
Yin chakra invaded Akuma's mind directly.
"Oh no," he thought. "He's about to upload Konoha propaganda into my brain!"
Danzo's counterattack had begun.