Madara hadn't even made a move. With just a single sentence, he had intimidated everyone present into not daring to act.
That sharp, overbearing presence was enough to shatter an ordinary person's fighting spirit the moment they felt it.
Only now did the Root ninja frozen in place understand the meaning behind the title of Shinobi World's Asura.
"This guy—"
"What the hell is he?!"
Aburame Ryoma stood beside Danzo, gripping a kunai tightly as the Kikaichū within his body stirred restlessly.
The Aburame Clan was born close to insects. They even fed the Kikaichū with their own Chakra, forming a certain degree of symbiotic relationship with them.
The host provided a nest and food, while the insects helped them fight enemies and track targets.
Yet the Kikaichū that had devoured countless powerful enemies had completely lost control, constantly sending Ryoma the same message—
Run!
The man before them was invincible!
"Lord Danzo, we—"
The moment Aburame Ryoma opened his mouth, he saw Danzo's deathly pale face and found himself unable to say another word.
No one understood Madara's strength better than Danzo, who had personally lived through the Warring States Era.
And no one could understand the terror rising from the depths of Danzo's soul at this moment.
He could feel it.
His stiff legs, his ragged breathing.
And that urge to retreat, no different from the one he had felt decades ago when the Second Hokage had presented him with a choice.
Decades had passed.
Danzo had grown from one of the Second Hokage's guards into a powerful figure in Konoha, second only to the Third Hokage.
He had thought he was no longer the cowardly rat who had shrunk back in fear all those years ago.
Yet when faced with a truly unstoppable opponent, he realized that