[Yes]
[Wind Style: Vacuum Sphere redeeming...]
[Redemption complete...]
A familiar white light surged into his brow. The mental space unfolded...
Sean, hands in his pockets, stood first on the sea of clouds, squinting ahead—
Where the clouds churned, a figure gradually took shape.
Brown hair, narrow eyes, a cross-shaped scar branded on his chin, his right arm and right eye wrapped tightly in bandages... The moment the old man appeared, he calmly sized up his surroundings, his gaze cunning and deep.
'Illusion or consciousness?'
"To be able to pull this old man here so silently... boy, what are your intentions?"
His gaze focused and finally settled on Sean. Danzo squinted. The boy... or rather, the young man... wore clothes completely different from Konoha's. He was tall, his muscles defined but not overly developed, instead clinging to his thick, solid bones like cicada wings. He was clearly—
An extremely formidable taijutsu master!
'However... intentions?'
Sean smiled playfully. "I won't hide it from you, Lord Danzo, this kid does have intentions. But compared to all the shady things *you* did in the background while Pain was invading Konoha, my little intentions are hardly worth mentioning."
'While Pain was invading Konoha, the old bastard was making moves in the shadows. Not only did he kill Kosuke, the messenger frog on his way to Mount Myoboku, he also ordered all "Root" members not to assist Konoha, which was locked in a bitter struggle with Pain... all to preserve his strength and usurp the position of Hokage!'
'The Hokage! Look at *his* intentions. They're much, much grander than mine, just trying to get some measly Wind Style ninjutsu...'
"Boy, did no one ever teach you that loose lips sink ships?" Hearing the sarcasm in Sean's words, Danzo's eyes flashed. He suppressed his shock, apparently having no intention of talking to Sean at all. He raised his hand, and a shuriken wrapped in Wind Style shot out, aiming straight for Sean's face—
"Swoosh!"
A Wind-Style-enhanced shuriken was just *fast*!
It arrived in front of Sean in the blink of an eye.
A cold arc formed on Sean's lips. He pursed his lips and blew gently at it... The shuriken, which had been as fast as lightning, seemed to crash head-on into a mountain. It was instantly crushed into slag.
"Clatter..." The iron slag fell... Danzo gave Sean an unexpected look. He clearly hadn't thought that a single breath could produce such power!
'Unfortunately for him, this is Sean's mental space. What he thinks, is. He is omnipotent!'
Danzo's expression darkened... The "5.5th Hokage" seemed to be encountering such an absurd situation for the first time. He feigned surprise, but in reality, his feet moved. Without a moment's hesitation, he rushed at Sean, quickly forming seals in mid-air. He opened his mouth and spat at Sean again: "Wind Style: Vacuum Sphere!"
"Thwip! Thwip! Thwip!"
The wind bullets were compressed to the extreme, sharper than bullets, piercing the air with a terrifying whistle! They instantly struck Sean's brow... Danzo thought flatly: 'Got him!'
Unexpectedly, the imagined scene of his brains splattering didn't happen. The clouds churned. One Sean fell, and another Sean stood up, back-to-back with Danzo. He pulled a cigarette from the mist, leisurely lit it, and took a drag. "Sigh Haa I didn't expect to meet you this way, Vacuum Sphere. It's just a pity... someone's 'mouth-work' is good, but his aim is terrible."
"So, Lord Danzo, *please* aim when you shoot!"
"Shooting at clouds for no reason... If your teacher Tobirama found out, he'd probably be so ashamed he'd kill himself!"
"Heh heh heh. Boy, taunts are useless on this old man!" Detecting the smell of smoke behind him, Danzo spun around with a flying kick... He was naturally not weak in taijutsu. The kick that sent Karin flying during his fight with Sasuke was proof of that.
'It's just a pity the old bastard didn't recognize the Susanoo, trying to poke a Gundam with a shuriken. That kind of perception... no amount of tattooed Sharingan could save him...'
"Poof" Sean once again dissipated into mist, reforming ten meters away from Danzo.
The young man blew a faint smoke ring, waved his hand, having lost interest in playing with the old bastard. He called out lackadaisically, "Teacher."
With a flick of his wrist, he pulled another figure out of the mist!
After breaking his attribute limits again, his "Aura" had surged. The "Sage" also had more room to operate. This manifested in the mental space as—
Sean received a prompt: he could pull another person in at any time!
"Bzzz..." The mist steamed and quickly condensed into the appearance of Tobirama Senju.
The Second Hokage opened his blood-red eyes, slung an arm around Sean's shoulder, and laughed heartily. "Finally, you brat! You have *some* conscience, remembering me."
That laugh... that back... that attire... reflected in Danzo's pupils. The old bastard froze for a second, then his face pulled long, longer than a donkey's. He said sinisterly, "I told you, taunts are useless!"
His palm, coordinating with Wind-attribute chakra, formed a wind blade. As if to prove something to Sean, Danzo thrust the blade straight at Tobirama's back without a hint of hesitation... After all—
"This old man has followed Teacher since the Second Great War, and I have *never* seen him laugh!"
"So... you were foolish enough to use *him* to deceive me. Should I call you naive? Or ignorant?"
"Is that so?" Sean flicked his cigarette ash and glanced at Tobirama. "Teacher, you heard him. He said you're a fake."
Tobirama sneered. "I heard."
He abruptly released the arm around Sean. With no discernible movement, he flashed in front of Danzo. A "hand knife" chopped down heavily. With a *SWISH*, it severed the wind blade and Danzo's right arm!
"Thump..." The arm rolled away. The bandages unraveled, revealing the soul-snatching Sharingan embedded within...
Tobirama's nostrils flared. He smelled a familiar scent and lowered his gaze to the severed arm. He glanced back at Danzo. 'The child, not seen for so long, has fallen this far... Even transplanting my brother's cells... and the Sharingan.' "You are truly a disappointment, Shimura."
It was that lightning-fast "hand knife"... plus that name, "Shimura," which only Tobirama ever called him.
Danzo seemed to finally confirm that the Tobirama before him was *indeed* Tobirama, and not an illusion created by that detestable boy!
But so what if Teacher was here?!
"I had no choice!" Danzo looked at Tobirama deeply. "The village is sliding into the abyss. Only I, as Hokage, can save it!"
"Teacher, you must... you *must* understand me!"
'Understand you? Are you worthy?'
"You won't cry until you see the coffin!"
'Flying Thunder God!'
*Crackle!* *Thwack!*
Teacher and student, unseen for so many years... who knew they would be so "affectionate."
Sean materialized a bowl of Ichiraku Ramen. He squatted to the side, slurping his noodles and watching the show, while also catching the "Vacuum Sphere" experience pack that Tobirama dug out of Danzo.
It was an unspeakably pleasant feeling.