Root's Fall 2.0

"Smack!"

After Danzo lost all his Sharingan, Naruto yanked Danzo out of the giant golden chakra claw and then casually tossed him aside.

"Alright, let's start again."

Big Naruto clapped his hands, then slightly raised his chin in Sasuke's direction.

"Sasuke, let's go!"

After he finished speaking, he stopped looking. He turned around, squatted down, took out a storage jar from his ninja tool bag, and began to pick up the Sharingan on the ground one by one and put them into the jar.

When Danzo got up from the ground, he was so angry that every muscle in his body was convulsing. His eyes were fixed on Big Naruto, and the one eye that was exposed burned with undisguised hatred.

"What did you do?!"

"What have you done! Give it back! That's mine!"

He wanted to pounce on them, to snatch back each and every one of those stolen eyes.

But Sasuke naturally stood in front of him.

Little Sasuke didn't know exactly what Big Naruto had done, nor what Danzo had originally intended to do with those eyes—but at least those eyes would no longer be used as tools by that man.

This thought eased Little Sasuke's mood slightly.

Satsuki also squatted down and began to help Naruto pick up the Sharingan from the ground one by one and put them into the jar.

She wasn't particularly interested in the battle. Big Naruto knew the outcome of this fight even with a flick of his finger.

Danzo hadn't fought with his own strength for far too long, hadn't faced anyone directly in the sunlight for far too long.

He chose to pursue powers that did not belong to him, chose to hide behind those stolen eyes, and chose to exchange other people's lives for his own.

He thought it was a shortcut, the fastest path to power, and that as long as he had enough Sharingan and enough Izanagi, he wouldn't die.

Moreover, because he had been hiding behind the scenes for too long and hadn't personally taken action, his combat awareness was already in a mess.

His judgment became dulled, his reaction speed became sluggish, and his body could not keep up with his mind.

He was no longer the decisive Danzō Shimura followed the Second Hokage on the battlefield. He was just an old man hollowed out by greed, corrupted by power, and spoiled by the power he had seized.

Without the Sharingan's chance of resurrection, without those trump cards that could allow him to "die ten times and get back up"—he didn't even know how to fight anymore.

In short, the battle probably ended in about five minutes.

Danzo was furious and wanted to pounce on them to snatch back the Sharingan, but at the same time, a chilling question welled up in his mind—why didn't Izanagi work?

Why wasn't the reality of "the Sharingan being stolen" rewritten as a dream?

"... Susanoo."

Little Sasuke finally managed to use this technique, relying on his Uchiha Clan instincts.

It welled up naturally from his bones, from his blood, from the depths of those eyes. A purple skeleton began to coalesce around his body—ribs, spine, arms, skull—a translucent outline, radiating a faint glow, was sketched in the air.

That was the first stage of Susanoo, just a skeleton, but for someone who had only recently awakened these powers, it was already quite an achievement.

"Wind Release: Vacuum Sphere!"

Danzo quickly formed hand seals in front of his chest, then opened his mouth and spat out a series of high-speed, extremely compressed Wind Release projectiles from deep within his throat, blasting them towards Sasuke's Susanoo.

The Wind Release projectiles struck the purple skeleton with muffled "bang, bang, bang".

The purple skeleton trembled slightly, but that was all. Little Sasuke's Rinnegan and Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan- level Susanoo beyond the reach of Danzo's Wind Release.

The difference was so great that even Danzo's attack couldn't leave a single crack.

Danzo watched as the enormous purple skeletal claw reached for him, so he stretched out his withered white arm and slammed it into the ground.

"Boom!"

The massive tree trunks rose from the ground, intertwining to form a thick wooden wall in front of Danzo.

However, the Wood Release shattered as expected.

Sasuke is the genuine reincarnation of Indra's Chakra, while Danzo's Wood Release was merely stolen from Hashirama Senju's corpse.

Those thick tree trunks were easily crushed into powder by Susanoo's claws, not even lasting a second.

Danzo was completely gripped in Susanoo's claw. Five purple fingers tightly bound his body, locking him firmly inside that enormous claw.

"Ugh... you bastard..."

Danzo's voice was squeezed out of his throat, broken and intermittent. His body struggled in vain, but he was too weak. He could only feel the oppressive feeling coming from all directions and feel his body being tightened little by little.

"Danzo, do you have anything else to say?"

Little Sasuke's voice was icy cold. He didn't finish the guy off cleanly; he still wanted to see what kind of face Danzo would show before he died. He wanted to see if this man, who always talked about "for Konoha" and "necessary sacrifices," would still have that hypocritical, self-righteous face at the last moment of his life.

"Uchiha Sasuke... do you even know what you're doing?!"

"You killed me... From now on, Konoha will offer you no refuge whatsoever! You must know that everything Itachi Uchiha did... was to protect you! But now you want to destroy everything Itachi did!"

"... Go to hell."

Little Sasuke's voice was forced out of his throat; he was tired of it and didn't want to listen anymore.

The claws of Susanoo began to exert their power.

Danzo looked at the murderous intent in Little Sasuke's eyes, at those purple and red eyes, and at that tightening claw.

His mind was blank; he couldn't think of anything. All he knew was that he was going to die. In this state where he couldn't think much, Danzo subconsciously tried to activate the seal on his body—but...

"Pfft."

It was the sound of flesh being squeezed.

There were no dramatic last words.

Danzo was crushed to Susanoo.

His body was held silently in Susanoo's hand, without any reaction.

His face still bore the same desperate, ferocious expression he had before his death, a look of wanting to break free from his predicament.

There was no resurrection. There was no Izanagi. He simply died, cleanly and completely, just like any ordinary person he had killed—quietly, silently, with a face full of resentment and fear, he left this world.