"Bastard!!!" Danzo was so enraged by Hiko's words that smoke practically rose from his head. He was about to explode.
Anyone in Danzo's position would have been furious. He had struggled so hard to get where he was today, risking his life over and over. He had thought himself incredibly formidable, only to be criticized as utterly worthless in the end. How could Danzo not be angry?
Other than blindly fooling around with the transplanted Sharingan, what was so outstanding about Danzo?
Apparently, nothing at all. Perhaps Hiko simply had not noticed it. Granted, Danzo was exceptional in certain areas, such as his use of Wind Style Ninjutsu. But those Ninjutsu meant nothing to Hiko. Other than that, what else did he have?
The seals carved onto his body?
It was not that Hiko looked down on Danzo; the man's abilities were simply rather ordinary. His Body Flicker Technique was decent—Hiko admitted that—but could it compare to his own? Obviously not. Since Body Flicker was out of the question, that only left everything else. Yet even Danzo's impressive command of Wind Style Ninjutsu was nothing Hiko cared about.
Just look at the original story. Danzo had toyed with Uchiha Sasuke, who had only recently awakened the Mangekyo, in every possible way, only to die a miserable death in the end. Hiko truly did not know how to evaluate the strength Danzo had been hiding.
When it came to Danzo's strength and abilities, Hiko's impression was that his Summoned Beast had left a deeper impression than Danzo himself.
"I remember your Body Flicker Technique is pretty good. Then let me see how fast you can run. Remember, though, don't run too far. Otherwise, it'll be hard for me to explain things to everyone else."
With his arms folded, Hiko watched Danzo