Root's underground headquarters would not be completely destroyed by a single impact. In reality, Uchiha Shisui's destructive range was limited, reaching only part of this level.
In other words, Root would not lose face outside. They could keep this humiliating incident within their own ranks and slowly digest it. It would certainly leave an unforgettable aftertaste.
Shimura Danzō was furious as well. The prey that had already fallen into his mouth had actually gotten away. How foolish. He had set his sights on Shisui's Sharingan long ago, but at the most critical moment, his free acquisition had unexpectedly failed.
Fortunately, Uchiha Shisui was now merely a punching bag. Even if he escaped successfully, he had no way to tell anyone else what had happened here. He could only swallow this loss in silence.
Just as Danzo hid in the darkness, unsure of whom he was angry with, a hoarse voice sounded behind him.
"It seems your plan isn't going very smoothly, is it?"
Shimura Danzō abruptly turned around and saw Orochimaru standing not far behind him. After such a long absence, this powerful ninja still gave off that same peculiar feeling—so... cold and snake-like.
"It's only a minor problem. It won't affect the bigger picture," Shimura Danzō said.
He would certainly never admit his failure. Orochimaru's arrival made Shimura Danzō wary, but it also secretly relieved him. He suddenly stood up and looked Orochimaru in the eye. "Everything will happen according to plan."
Shisui had originally wanted to invite Itachi inside to talk, but those words stopped him in his tracks. He stood where he was, pretending to continue listening.
Perhaps Itachi hoped Shisui could stop him. At that moment, he even desperately wished that Shisui could defeat him.
"Shisui, the ninja surrounding you are occasionally recognized as