This bastard... Why does he know everything?!
A flicker of panic flashed through Danzō's eyes. In a ninja duel, intelligence was life—and when every one of his trump cards had been seen through, he had been at a disadvantage from the very start.
Could Izanagi... really take care of him?
The remaining Sharingan on his arm spun uneasily, every pupil reflecting Menma's cold mask. Danzō forcibly suppressed the unease in his heart and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Ashes, you're too naive!"
He abruptly raised that deformed arm embedded with Sharingan. "Just because I intend to eliminate unstable elements, you're going to become an enemy of all Konoha?"
"To strangle crises in the cradle—that is a ninja's duty! Peace has never been obtained through soft-handed methods! This world needs someone to bear the darkness!"
"It isn't only the Uchiha... Every member of our Root organization has already resolved to sacrifice themselves for peace!"
"You really do spew lies without end! Resolve? You, who treats that forbidden technique as a trump card, still dare to speak of the resolve to sacrifice?"
Facing Danzō Shimura, who used an armful of Sharingan like extra lives yet spoke of the resolve to sacrifice, Menma was nearly angered into laughter.
"Or rather—" Menma's voice was as piercing as ice, "You dare to boast here with a mere minute of invincibility? Has it been so long since you fought personally that you've even forgotten how to fight?"
Menma slowly raised his right hand. A pitch-black sphere suddenly warped into existence above his palm. The sphere began devouring light, making even the surrounding air tremble.
"Rasenshuriken."
Black stardust spun in his palm, emanating a palpitation-inducing aura. Naruto was no longer what he had once been—Nine-Headed Sobek, Rasenshuriken, Kurama's Chakra within him, coupled with the mobility of the