Chapter 162: Izanagi
The Chakra on Naruto's fingers dissipated as he gave a steady, firm tug.
A warm eyeball, stained with blood and viscous tissue, its pupil displaying the three-tomoe pattern, was forcibly gouged out of Danzo's eye socket by him.
It was Uchiha Shisui's Mangekyo Sharingan.
The Mangekyo Sharingan that possessed Kotoamatsukami!
The moment the eyeball left his body, Danzo felt as if a piece of his Soul had been torn away. It wasn't just intense pain; there was also a sense of emptiness and violent fury from having a power forcibly stripped away.
Naruto instantly used the Flying Thunder God to put distance between himself and Danzo. Without even looking at the precious trophy in his hand, he unfurled a small sealing scroll he had already prepared with his left hand and pressed the eyeball into the sealing formula at the center of the scroll with his right.
"Seal!"
With a low shout, Chakra was injected.
The runes on the scroll suddenly lit up, firmly sealing the eyeball within and cutting off all presence and possible tracking.
Immediately, the scroll rolled up automatically and was quickly tucked away by Naruto into an absolutely safe spot within the lining of his black robe.
The entire process was smooth as flowing water; from his appearance to the eye-snatching and sealing, it took no more than two seconds.
Fast, accurate, and ruthless—there wasn't a single redundant movement, as if it had been rehearsed a thousand times.
Alright, the primary objective of this infiltration was complete.
From behind his mask, Naruto's gaze swept coldly toward Danzo Shimura, who was staggering backward, his left hand clutching his bleeding right eye socket while letting out a cry of agony.
Kill Danzo?
That was merely a secondary convenience.
In fact, in Naruto's plan, this might be even'simpler' than seizing the eye.
Because he had to prevent the opponent from destroying that eyeball.
And Danzo's trump card was nothing more than that nauseating 'Revival Coin' trick.
Relying on those plundered Sharingan on his right arm, he could cast the forbidden Ninjutsu 'Izanagi,' turning unfavorable reality into a dream to achieve brief 'immortality.'
But so what?
In the face of absolute power, speed, and... an insight that knew all his trump cards like the back of his hand, the so-called 'Revival Coin' was nothing more than a pathetic trick to prolong pain and add futile struggle.
Danzo suddenly leapt back several meters, leaning against the cold wall, his body trembling slightly from the intense pain and blood loss.
Warm blood bubbled out from between the fingers of his left hand, staining the front of his Hokages Ceremonial Robe and dripping onto his grotesque right arm covered in Sharingan.
His remaining left eye was bloodshot from extreme pain and rage, staring fixedly at the masked figure in the black robe, almost bulging out of its socket.
That sudden spatial movement just now... it was the Flying Thunder God!
The S-rank space-time Ninjutsu created by the Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama, and brought to glory by the Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze!
To know the Flying Thunder God and master such powerful Ice Release... while also knowing precisely that Shisui's Mangekyo was hidden in his right eye and seizing it instantly in such a humiliating manner... who... exactly was this person?
Orochimaru? Impossible!
Orochimaru had never seen the scroll recording the Flying Thunder God.
Sent by Hiruzen?
When did Hiruzen have such a terrifying subordinate?
Or was it... some force hidden even deeper, one that even he was unaware of?
An unprecedented sense of crisis and mystery, like ice water mixed with intense pain, drenched Danzo's entire body.
For the first time, he felt that he had gone from being the hunter who always lurked in the shadows, weaving conspiracies and controlling the lives and deaths of others...
To a pathetic prey completely shrouded by an unknown shadow, with all his trump cards seemingly laid bare in the sunlight and seen through at a glance.
This massive gap in status and the sense of losing control, mixed with the pain and humiliation of having his eye gouged out, nearly drove the habitually dark and calm Danzo Shimura into a frenzied rage.
You've got to be kidding me!
I, Danzo Shimura, have plotted my whole life and endured for decades; how could I fall at the hands of some cowardly rat who hides his face!
Before the roar in his heart could subside, an ice-cold, piercing pain exploded from his chest without warning!
Danzo's remaining left eye widened suddenly as he looked down in disbelief.
He saw a section of a crystal-clear, ice-blue blade emitting a chilling aura. At some point, it had already completely pierced through his chest, emerging from the front, with his warm blood dripping from the tip.
The cold sensation spread rapidly, freezing his blood and numbing his nerves, as if even the pain of his lost right eye was being covered by this bone-chilling cold.
"What are you thinking about? So engrossed?"
A voice, altered by a voice changer, echoed faintly.
When did this happen?
Flying Thunder God?
No!
He had clearly been staring at the opponent just now, and there were no signs of the opponent making hand Seals or using a technique!
A Shadow Clone?
Or something else?
Danzo's thoughts suffered a moment of stagnation and confusion because of this sudden fatal blow.
However, something even more terrifying was yet to come.
The ice blade that had pierced his body didn't just stop at the initial damage.
The moment it entered his body, the ice blade acted like an activated venomous snake and suddenly erupted!
Chi chi chi—
Countless sharp, jagged ice thorns burst forth from the main shaft of the ice blade that pierced his chest, like wildly growing brambles, exploding in all directions.
They tore through muscle, punctured internal organs, snapped bones, and even pierced out from under the skin of other parts of his body.
Danzo's entire chest cavity seemed to transform in an instant into a bloody Ice Thorn Hell erupting from the inside out!
"Puff!"
A large mouthful of thick blood mixed with organ fragments and ice crystals sprayed from Danzo's mouth, staining the ground and the air in front of him with a layer of gruesome crimson.
His body twitched violently due to the internal destruction, and his life force drained away rapidly like a floodgate being opened.
His consciousness blurred quickly, but deep in Danzo's left eye, the ruthlessness and determination belonging to the Darkness of the Shinobi burned to its peak just before death arrived.
Flying Thunder God... it truly is troublesome... unpredictable... the opponent must have used a Shadow Clone to use the Flying Thunder God, teleporting to his blind spot to deliver that fatal blow.
No, thinking about this now is useless!
But... I haven't lost yet!
I can't die, I can't die!
I... I'm about to become the Hokage!
The Fifth Hokage!
Hidden Leaf Village will become truly strong in my hands!
I cannot die here!
I cannot die at the hands of this cowardly rat who hides his face!
A roar born of near-obsession echoed wildly in the depths of his Soul, overriding his physical pain and squeezing out every last bit of remaining willpower.
The thirst for power, the obsession with becoming Hokage, and the fear of death mixed into a violent force.
Relying on this force, Danzo used all his remaining strength, even ignoring the terrifying ice thorns that were grinding his internal organs into slush.
The Shadow Clone pulled the sword out and then severed Danzo's right arm.
The veins on his neck bulged, and broken, raspy syllables containing a certain eerie rhythm squeezed out of his throat, like the final roar of a dying beast or a sacrificial call to some forbidden existence:
"I—za—na—gi—!"
The moment the last syllable fell, a sudden change occurred!
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