Shikotsumyaku!?
The moment Shimura Danzō saw that bone sword, he realized that today's events had already exceeded his expectations.
Not to mention that behind him stood a group of fools who had clearly been hypnotized by genjutsu.
"Bang—"
Without the slightest hesitation, an arm suddenly extended from the sleeve that had appeared severed.
Shimura Danzō lunged out of the seemingly solid prison like a tiger descending a mountain. The iron bars and the sealing tags affixed to them were as light as nothing, blasted in every direction by the violent impact.
The kunai in his hand pointed straight at the man before him.
Clang.
The kunai and bone blade locked together. Under the contest of immense strength, a strained metallic warping sound rang out between them at point-blank range.
Azure eyes hidden beneath a hood met Danzo's gaze, his tone slightly surprised.
"My."
"So the news about your severed arm was false?"
Danzo's single eye met his stare, his voice cold. "How did a Mist Village ninja infiltrate a place like this!?"
Hearing his question, a gentle smile slowly appeared beneath the young man's black mask.
"Even surrounded like this, you still have the leisure to chat?"
The moment his words fell, three ninja blades stabbed down from behind Danzo at once.
"Whoosh!"
But they struck empty air.
Danzo leaped backward onto the ceiling, slipped past the blockade of several shuriken, and spun down at the far end of the corridor.
Yet he showed no fear in the face of this encirclement.
He contemptuously glanced over the people surrounding Sahara Mizu before finally looking at his enemy amid the crowd, chuckling softly.
"Did no one tell you?"
"Not to casually manipulate enemy ninja."
"Hah—"
Shimura Danzō formed Hand Seals with both hands and grunted.
"Puppet Manipulation!"
In an instant, every