"Aaah!"
"Aaah!"
Danzō's screams of agony cut through the air. But the old man, ever the ruthless pragmatist, gritted his teeth, and with a swift, decisive movement, he used his sword to sever his own burning arm. The action was brutal, yet efficient.
Swish!
Blood sprayed outward, a stark crimson against the darkening surroundings. Danzō's face paled dramatically, his features sharp with pain and barely controlled fury.
Clap clap clap!
Uchiha Kouki couldn't help but applaud, a mockingly admiring tone coloring his voice. "That's a whole arm, just like that. Danzō-sama, truly impressive. I'm most impressed!" His words dripped with sarcasm.
Danzō's face was grim, each word from Kouki a fresh wound to his pride. He'd never suffered such profound humiliation. The insult cut deeper than any physical injury.
"Uchiha Kouki, I, Danzō, will remember this!"
Danzō glared at Kouki, his eyes burning with a mixture of venomous hatred and grudging respect. His voice was a low, menacing growl, barely controlled rage vibrating in his tone.
"A dying man's words are meaningless," Kouki replied coldly, his expression unreadable. Since the old man was courting death, he wouldn't hesitate to oblige.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Suddenly, a massive swarm of insects appeared, a dark cloud descending upon Kouki, enveloping him completely. They moved with a terrifying speed and purpose.
"Aburame clan insects?"
Kouki's expression remained calm and controlled. Others would be overwhelmed, but he could handle this with ease. His confidence was unshakeable.
"Almighty Push!"
With a resounding boom, the insects were repelled, scattered in all directions by the sheer force of the repulsive jutsu. The air itself seemed to vibrate with the power. But when the swarm dispersed, Danzō had vanished without a trace.
"You're fast,"
Kouki said coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion, continuing on his way as if nothing had happened. His composure was unnerving.
After Kouki's departure, several figures emerged from the shadows; Root members arrived to clean up the scene, collecting the bodies and tending to the wounded, while simultaneously dismantling the barrier. The area was quickly restored to its pristine state, as if nothing untoward had ever happened. The efficiency was chilling.
…
Not long after Kouki returned home, Might Guy arrived at his own humble dwelling—a small, dilapidated house.
Might Duy was chopping wood in the yard. Might Guy approached, taking the axe from his father. "Father, let me do it!"
Might Duy looked at Might Guy, surprised. He sensed a significant change in his son's demeanor and spirit. His son seemed different, stronger.
During dinner, Might Duy and Might Guy talked, and the father confirmed his son's transformation. He was brimming with newfound energy and purpose, a stark contrast to his previous self-doubt. He was practically radiating confidence.
"Son, what is your ideal?" Might Duy asked meaningfully, sensing the profound shift in his son.
"To become the strongest!" Might Guy answered without hesitation, his voice filled with conviction.
"But your talent is lacking; you can't learn ninjutsu or genjutsu, only taijutsu…"
"That's alright! I know my talent is lacking, but I'm a genius! A hardworking genius!"
"Where others put in one unit of effort, I'll put in ten! With this unwavering will, even if I only have taijutsu, I believe I can succeed!"
Might Guy's eyes shone with unwavering determination and confidence. His spirit was indomitable.
Might Duy saw the unwavering resolve in his son's eyes. After a moment of contemplation, he sighed, then made a decision.
"Son, listen carefully. I once, by chance, obtained a taijutsu training method called the Eight Gates Formation. Today, I will teach it to you."
Root Base.
Danzō sat grimly, a medical ninja attending to his injuries.
"Danzō-sama, the bleeding has stopped. I've collected a blood sample; a new arm will be cultivated and grafted within days."
After a moment, the medical ninja reported.
"Leave,"
Danzō said, his mind elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of revenge and ambition. The humiliation he suffered burned within him.
"Uchiha Kouki! That Uchiha Kouki! I've never suffered such a humiliating defeat!" Danzō ground out through clenched teeth, his voice filled with barely suppressed rage. His pride was wounded.
"To think, that 'useless Uchiha' possesses Kage-level strength!"
"He hid it well!"
"That terrifying taijutsu… what is it? I've never seen anything like it."
"And that black flame… equally terrifying. What was that?"
"Could that flame… be a dōjutsu?"
"Did he awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan?"
Danzō's mind raced, analyzing the events, piecing together the fragments of information. The black flames were likely a dōjutsu. Kouki hadn't used hand seals; the flames appeared spontaneously.
"If I could obtain those eyes…"
Danzō's single eye gleamed with an intense, avaricious light. He'd coveted the Sharingan for a long time, initially favoring Shisui's eyes—the ability to control others' wills would greatly aid his ambition to become Hokage.
But now, Danzō's sights were firmly set on obtaining Kouki's Sharingan. The humiliation fueled his ambition, transforming it into a burning desire for revenge and power.
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