"Eight Inner Gates!"
In a shadowy corner, Orochimaru's Shadow Clone watched Might Duy erupt on the battlefield, his Snake Eyes filled with cold menace.
He hadn't expected such a spectacular scene to unfold after he'd left that day. His teacher had actually been hiding a trump card like this.
What a surprise!
Danzo's Shadow Clone beside him looked just as displeased. Now that there was one Might Duy, there could be a second.
The Eight Inner Gates was a terrifying Forbidden Jutsu. If the records were accurate, Duy's full-power outburst would be frightening.
Most importantly, a man like Duy was easy to manipulate. A few words about the Will of Fire could make him fight to the death without a trace of fear—more terrifying than a suicide squad.
How many more Might Duys had Hiruzen secretly trained?
At the thought, Danzo couldn't help looking toward his old comrade in the distance. Perhaps he hadn't been wrong to lose to him all those years ago.
"I wonder if we'll be fortunate enough to witness that ultimate bloom today."
Orochimaru was eager to see it. He'd looked up the relevant records and had some understanding of the power of the Eight Inner Gates, but a real display of its power was far more exciting than written accounts.
"If Hikari really has those eyes, we'll see it."
After replying coolly, Shimura Danzo glanced at his daughter nearby, whose entire body was likewise shrouded in a cloak.
Lately, he'd increasingly felt that something was wrong with her. Sometimes she'd laugh for no reason, and the sound sent a shiver down his spine.
She'd also become much more cruel and cold. She'd even volunteered for Root's most brutal training, pursuing strength with near-obsessive fervor.
Had losing love really affected her that badly?
He didn't understand.