Sasuke and Danzo stared each other down at close range, both breathing heavily.
"You were too hasty. My eye was still open."
Danzo glanced at the Sharingan on the back of his right hand. The eye was still open, which meant Izanagi was still active and could turn Sasuke's attack into a dream.
"If not for those two above us, I would have had many ways to kill you. I wouldn't be in such a sorry state."
Danzo's expression was grim. He knew that even if he defeated Sasuke, others were waiting for him. His one Shisui eye could only be used to cast a genjutsu on one person.
"You should go to Itachi and receive his guidance."
Danzo slowly pulled the Wind-aspected Chakra blade from Sasuke's body, but at that moment, he noticed Sasuke's wide-open Mangekyo Sharingan.
"Izanagi didn't activate. Could it be..."
Danzo immediately looked at the Sharingan on the back of his right hand. The eye had already closed. The ten Sharingan on his right arm had all been used up. He had been misled by Sasuke's genjutsu into thinking one Sharingan was still open.
"You're the one who should go see Itachi."
Sasuke gasped heavily, pressing one hand against the wound Danzo had stabbed into his chest. He glanced toward Su Xiao and Obito above him, feeling a surge of frustration. Those two bastards had been watching the whole time. Perhaps even if he died here, neither of them would feel anything. At most, they would simply take back his Sharingan.
At that moment, Sasuke realized a cruel fact: other than himself, no one could be trusted. Companions merely used one another. Once one side lost its value, it would be abandoned.
Sasuke looked like an adult, but he was actually only seventeen—a boy. How could