(To make this more satisfying for everyone, I won't split it into chapters. This chapter combines two into one.)
Shimura Danzō's corpse began to distort once more, as though an invisible hand were kneading it into a ball. Starting from his feet, it vanished bit by bit.
A few seconds later, the corpse had disappeared completely, as if it had never existed.
The next second, he appeared on the other side of the riverbank, even farther away from Genkawa Uchiha.
He stood there, his expression uglier than before, his lips faintly purple and his breathing rapid.
Using Izanagi twice in a row had placed no small burden on his mind. After all, each of those deaths had been real.
But he was still alive. That was enough.
At that moment, a shrill scream came from across the river.
The Yamanaka shinobi who had used the Mind Transfer Jutsu suddenly stiffened. His head tilted back, his eyes rolling white beneath his mask as his body convulsed violently.
Had anyone been beside him, they would have heard garbled syllables spilling from his throat, as if he were trying to say something—or perhaps merely groaning unconsciously.
"Was that... a god...?"
His voice came in broken fragments. Then his body suddenly jerked, like a taut string snapping at its limit, and he crumpled limply to the ground.
Without moving.
Dead.
Genkawa Uchiha did not even turn his head.
He did not spare that direction a glance, as though the Yamanaka shinobi's death had nothing to do with him.
And that was indeed the case.
That man had invaded his body with the Mind Transfer Jutsu, attempting to control his thoughts and soul. Against someone else, he might truly have succeeded.
But compared to Genkawa Uchiha's, the Yamanaka shinobi's soul was as fragile as a