"Heh heh..." Blood poured from Danzo's chest and mouth. A complicated look flashed through his eyes before he collapsed to the ground.
However, Sarutobi Toru did not leave. He simply stood beside Danzo's corpse and waited in silence.
A minute later, Danzo's body lying on the ground gradually faded away, and even the blood that had spilled vanished without a trace.
"So you had already transplanted a Sharingan by now," Sarutobi Toru said calmly.
"You even knew about that? Heh heh, as expected, Hiruzen, I still can't beat you!" Shimura Danzō said with a bitter laugh after returning to normal, his voice cold.
Sarutobi Toru frowned. Danzo in this world seemed to feel more than mere dissatisfaction toward Sarutobi Hiruzen—there was a faint trace of hatred. Clearly, there were matters he did not know about.
"If you wanted me dead, why did you hypocritically send a subordinate to humiliate me?" Danzo tore open his clothes, exposing his chest. "Even if I die, I will make my own choice. Since Root has already rotted away, can the great tree still remain as it once was?"
"Splurt!" A fierce glint flashed through Danzo's eyes. He then raised his Ninja Sword and slashed it horizontally.
Watching Danzo commit seppuku, Sarutobi Toru felt both speechless at the absurdity of it and a sense that it was only natural.
Danzo had not yet replaced his arm with a Sharingan arm. Aside from the Sharingan beneath the bandages over his eye, he had no other resurrection tokens on him.
In other words, this suicide meant he was truly dead for good.
Judging by the personality of the Shimura Danzō he knew from the Original Work, there was no way he would have done something like this. Even if he were dying, he might have used the