Under the streetlights.
Shimura Danzō emerged with his men surrounding him.
He looked at Sahara Mizu, who was bound by shadow restraints and Sealing Jutsu yet still refused to back down. A smile crept onto his stern, hard face.
"Has the immense pressure made you unable to distinguish reality from delusion?"
"Though I never had much expectation for you, seeing you look so much like a clown still makes me want to laugh."
As he spoke, he stopped five meters in front of Sahara Mizu.
"..."
Sahara Mizu said nothing. He merely looked quietly at him, as if waiting for something.
"Lord Danzo, please be careful."
Aburame Ryoma, ever loyal, was still carrying out his guard duty today and offered a cautious reminder.
"Hmph, it's nothing!"
Shimura Danzō looked down at Sahara Mizu, surrounded in the middle, with an arrogant expression. In one sentence, he exposed his greatest "secret."
"That technique of yours can only be used three times a day."
"Hiruko may be a useless fool, but as a disposable pawn, he barely managed to complete his task."
"Now, your entire body is restrained, and your legs have been sealed."
"I'm afraid you can't even circulate a trace of chakra, can you?"
He slowly approached Sahara Mizu, drawing closer and closer.
His lone eye remained fixed on those starlike, dazzling eyes, constantly pressing him with its gaze.
"Well then, Sahara-kun."
Shimura Danzō's voice was low. "Tell me about the secret behind how you suddenly became so powerful."
Aburame Ryoma stared intently at the young man before him, but understanding dawned in his heart.
No wonder Lord Danzo had sent people to watch Hiruko's movements these past few days, then immediately mobilized his entire force the moment Hiruko began acting.
So he had set his sights on this boy's body