"How do you wish to die, Danzo?"
When Hansen lightly asked this question, the entire rooftop fell into a deathly silence.
Hiruzen Sarutobi's pupils constricted; he wanted to stop him, but found his body stiff as a stone statue under Hansen's invisible, terrifying aura, unable even to speak.
And Shimura Danzo, this ambitious man who had lurked in the darkness of Konoha for decades, finally experienced what true despair felt like.
He watched with wide eyes as that finger continuously grew larger in his vision, yet he couldn't even move a pinky.
The shadow of death, more than ever before, enveloped him.
"St… Stop!" Danzo used all his strength to squeeze out a few dry syllables from his throat, shouting with feigned bravado, "You cannot kill me! If you kill me, you will be an enemy of the entire Konoha!"
Even at a time like this, he was still trying to use the village's righteousness to pressure others.
"Why do you think Konoha is qualified to be my enemy?"
Hansen paused his movement, a deeply mocking curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Holy crap, you made me laugh a bit."
His finger fell with a light chuckle, a soft sound, as if popping a fragile bubble.
"Pfft!"
Shimura Danzo's body suddenly trembled, the light in his single eye instantly dissipated, and he fell straight backward.
However, just as his corpse was about to hit the ground, a bizarre scene occurred.
Danzo's body twisted and vanished like a phantom, and the next second, he reappeared completely unharmed dozens of meters away.
"It's useless! You can't kill me… Ugh!"
The reappearing Danzo suddenly let out a scream, and at the same time, his right arm was gripped by a bony hand and twisted like plastic into a pretzel.
Hansen tore away the layers of bandages on Danzo's right arm, revealing the arm embedded with ten crimson Sharingan!
On the horrifyingly gaunt arm, one of the Sharingan had closed forever.
"Is it Izanagi? How interesting," Hansen clicked his tongue, casually revealing the secret that Konoha's higher-ups were reluctant to mention, "It seems you gained quite a lot from the Uchiha clan massacre night!"
By this time, more and more people had gathered at the scene.
Hiruzen Sarutobi's expression changed slightly, Hashirama Senju, climbing out of the wooden golem's remains, frowned deeply, and Tobirama Senju, slowly healing in the rubble, showed a look of relief.
Besides the three Hokage, other Konoha ninja also had varied expressions.
"Since you know this forbidden jutsu, you should know that any damage you inflict on me will turn into a dream!" Danzo endured the intense pain, his eyes filled with the madness of having his trump card revealed, "And you, will pay the price for your arrogance!"
Rip—!
As he spoke, he suddenly tore off the bandage on his head, revealing that his right eye was also a crimson three-tomoe Sharingan.
Under everyone's gaze, the three pitch-black tomoe spun rapidly, forming a shuriken-like four-pointed pattern!
"Kotoamatsukami!"
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Danzo's triumphant roar caught in his throat; Hansen, who was expected to be controlled by the Sharingan's strongest genjutsu, did not bow to him, a demonic smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Muda muda muda! Your trump card is useless against me."
Rip—
Hansen tore off Danzo's shirt and the remaining bandages on his shoulder, also tearing away the last shred of modesty from Konoha's darkness.
What was exposed to the air this time was the face of the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, with closed eyes, on his right shoulder!
"Using the eyes of the Uchiha clan, transplanting the cells of the First Hokage, you'll truly stop at nothing to become Hokage."
Hansen raised his hand, and golden Imaginary Divine Power covered Danzo, completely rewriting the rules of his existence.
"Then take your sweet dreams and go die."
At this moment, Danzo discovered in horror that the Sharingan on his arm and palm were closing one after another, and the power of Izanagi, which rewrote life and death and twisted reality, also completely faded!
"No…!!!"
With a casual punch from Hansen, Danzo's head completely exploded, and then his body disintegrated inch by inch as if turning to sand.
The wind blew, leaving only a lonely walking stick and that grotesque arm, transplanted with numerous Sharingan and First Hokage cells, on the rooftop.
Konoha's Darkness, Shimura Danzo, was dead.
Watching the death of the man who was both his close friend and political rival, Hiruzen Sarutobi silently closed his eyes.
Grief? Anger?
No, it was more a sense of powerlessness and sorrow from the depths of his soul.
—Old friend, I clearly warned you, but why didn't you listen… "Alright, don't look at me like that, you're making me seem like a villain." Hansen waved his hand, looking very approachable, "How about this, I killed your good buddy, so I'll compensate you with one."
Hiruzen Sarutobi:???
Before he could react, Hansen had already walked over to Orochimaru, who was lying on the ground with only half a breath left.
"Tsk tsk, what a tenacious fellow, still not completely dead after all that." Hansen kicked Orochimaru, who twitched like a dead fish but showed no further reaction.
"Killing him would be too wasteful." Hansen stroked his chin, seemingly deep in thought, "The things in this guy's head should be quite valuable."
He had felt before that Orochimaru's obsessive pursuit of immortality and truth, that spirit of a researcher, bore some resemblance to Doctor Genus.
In other words, he was a talent.
It would indeed be a pity for such an excellent tool to die just like that.
"Got it."
Hansen snapped his fingers, then crouched down and placed his hand on Orochimaru's head.
Imaginary Divine Power, activate!
The invisible, mighty power, originating from the mental and idealistic plane, flowed into Orochimaru's spiritual world through his palm.
It was a power more overbearing than any genjutsu, directly touching the root of the soul!
Tampering with cognition, reshaping personality!
"From today onwards, your pursuit of immortality will transform into an endless exploration of scientific truth."
"Your thirst for power will become a passion to dedicate your life to Konoha's prosperity."
"You are no longer Orochimaru, the rogue ninja of Konoha, but a scientist of Konoha, Hiruzen Sarutobi's proudest disciple, and the future head of Konoha's Scientific Research Department."
Hansen's voice, like a divine decree, continuously echoed in the depths of Orochimaru's soul, completely overwriting his original personality.
After doing all this, Hansen stood up and clapped his hands.
"Done."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the dying Orochimaru on the ground suddenly began to twitch violently.
His injuries began to heal at a visible rate under the surging life energy, and a trace of color gradually returned to his pale face.
A few seconds later, Orochimaru suddenly opened his eyes.
In those golden snake eyes, there was no longer the past coldness, cunning, and madness; instead, there was a complex clarity and confusion.
He sat up, looked at his hands, then at the familiar yet strange surroundings, and finally, his gaze fell on Hiruzen Sarutobi.
"Old… Teacher?"
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