Crushing Shimura Danzō

At this very moment, a surge of tyrannical chakra erupted from the edge of the battlefield.

Shimura Danzō had been watching coldly from the sidelines, observing Yusuke struggle like a trapped beast as his stamina and chakra were steadily depleted.

Only when Yusuke was driven into a desperate situation did he finally make his move.

Having gathered his strength for a long time, Shimura Danzō flickered, cutting into the fray with a speed far exceeding anyone else present.

"Wind Style: Vacuum Wave!"

A highly condensed, high-pressure wind blade was spat from Shimura Danzō's mouth—not aimed at Yusuke, but sealing off every angle he could possibly use to dodge!

Simultaneously, Shimura Danzō's gaunt palm reached out like a ghost's claw, aiming straight for Yusuke's throat!

With a lethal strike from Shimura Danzō in front and a fatal backstab from an elite jonin behind, Yusuke was trapped in a desperate situation with nowhere to hide!

In this life-or-death moment, Yusuke's thought process accelerated to its limit. Shimura Danzō's attack was faster and more ruthless; he had to resolve the threat from behind first to carve out a sliver of hope!

Ignoring Shimura Danzō's attack, he forced his body to twist, pouring the majority of his chakra into his greatsword to parry the strike from behind!

"Clang!!"

The elite jonin's short blade was deflected, and Yusuke used the momentum to lunge forward, though the tip of the blade still carved a deep gash into his back.

Meanwhile, Shimura Danzō's palm had already touched his skin, carrying a chilling sense of death.

A ruthless glint flashed in Yusuke's eyes. Since he couldn't dodge, he would trade life for life, forcing Shimura Danzō to pull back!

He allowed Shimura Danzō's palm to clamp onto his throat while his right hand used the momentum of his lunge to slash his greatsword upward at a tricky angle toward Shimura Danzō's neck.

"Squelch!"

Shimura Danzō's palm gripped Yusuke's throat tightly, the bones emitting a teeth-grinding crunch, and Yusuke's vision instantly went black.

But at almost the same time, his greatsword sliced across Shimura Danzō's neck.

Blood sprayed!

Shimura Danzō's head tilted to one side, and the palm gripping Yusuke lost its strength.

Yusuke broke free and stumbled backward, clutching his throat and coughing violently as blood poured from his mouth.

He was deeply puzzled as to why an old fox like Shimura Danzō would choose such a tactic, trading his life just to leave Yusuke severely wounded.

"It's... over." He wheezed, looking at Shimura Danzō's fallen corpse.

Just as he intended to sense the Flying Thunder God coordinate he had previously left on Hyuga Aya to prepare his escape, the next second, something happened that made Yusuke's scalp tingle.

The scene beside Shimura Danzō's corpse rippled like water, as if time were being reversed by an invisible hand.

Yusuke watched in horror as the wounds on Shimura Danzō's body healed at high speed.

Finally, Shimura Danzō stood before him again, completely unscathed, even his clothes restored to their original state!

"Truly astonishing potential."

"It is a pity that in the face of true power, it remains futile."

Shimura Danzō stretched his neck, his voice carrying the playful tone of a cat toying with a mouse.

"Is this Izanagi?" Yusuke coughed up blood, staring at the scene in disbelief.

Shimura Danzō unwrapped the bandage over his right eye, looking coldly at the severely wounded Yusuke as if watching prey struggling in a trap.

"You actually know that forbidden technique of the Uchiha."

"However, mine is not that."

Shimura Danzō smiled eerily, the five-bladed windmill pattern in his right eye slowly fading, reverting once more to a three-tomoe Sharingan.

Yet, one of the tomoe in that scarlet Sharingan seemed to have dimmed slightly.

As Yusuke stared at that bizarre Sharingan, his heart was instantly enveloped by a profound chill.

Time reversal? Or an illusion? No... this feeling is a genuine resurrection.

But there must be a price, a limit! His brain raced, attempting to analyze this ability that defied his understanding.

"Abandon your futile struggle. Hand over the Uzumaki Legacy and your secrets, and I can grant you a quick death."

Shimura Danzō looked at the heavily wounded Yusuke, speaking to shake his resolve.

The other two elite jonin and three ordinary jonin closed in once more, locking onto Yusuke.

I can't drag this out. Yusuke took a deep breath, suppressing his churning blood.

The injuries and depletion he had suffered could no longer support a high-intensity battle for long.

Now, he could only gamble that Shimura Danzō did not have many resurrections left.

"Heh." Yusuke let out a low chuckle, intentionally making his aura more chaotic, feigning the appearance of being at the end of his rope.

He let his sword-wielding hand hang limply, taking a shaky step forward as if he were about to surrender.

A cold arc curled the corner of Shimura Danzō's mouth, his vigilance remaining high.

The other five Root ninjas pressed forward slightly, preparing to seize him.

At this very moment, a brilliant light erupted in Yusuke's eyes, his previously unfocused gaze sharpening like a blade.

"One-Blade Asura! (Incursio!)"

He shouted internally!

Hum—

Blinding white light burst violently from his body, and a ferocious chakra soared into the sky.

Within the radiance, a suit of full-body leather armor covered in fine white scales instantly encased Yusuke.

The armor clung tightly to his muscular frame, and the white cape behind him snapped in the wind.

The greatsword in Yusuke's hand also underwent a transformation, morphing into a red-bladed spear—Red-Backed Shrike!

A powerful sense of strength flooded his entire body; Yusuke felt as if he could tear through anything, and his previous pain and exhaustion were temporarily suppressed.

"What?!"

"The sword in his hand is a divine artifact."

Shimura Danzō's pupils constricted; the quality and quantity of this chakra far exceeded his estimates.

Suddenly, Yusuke's figure vanished from his spot; this was not merely a Body Flicker Technique, but one augmented by the terrifying speed of pure physical exertion.

"Pfft!"

Red-Backed Shrike struck like a red bolt of lightning, instantly piercing the chest of the ordinary jonin closest to him.

The opponent hadn't even managed to raise a block.

"Fifth."

Yusuke's voice emerged through the faceplate, carrying the texture of grinding metal.

"Stop him!" Shimura Danzō, shocked and furious, quickly formed hand seals.

Another elite jonin reacted with lightning speed, his short blade imbued with wind-style chakra slashing toward Yusuke's neck.

"Too slow."

Yusuke flicked his wrist, and Red-Backed Shrike, still bearing the corpse of the dead ninja, slammed into the elite jonin like a heavy hammer!

The elite jonin was forced to retreat and block.

But Yusuke had already used the momentum to turn and pounce on another ordinary jonin.

"Genjutsu: Mist Servant Technique!"

Countless spear shadows appeared before the ordinary jonin's eyes, causing his movements to stall.

"Die!"

Red-Backed Shrike swept horizontally, and a head went flying!

"Sixth."

The battle turned into a one-sided slaughter; with Incursio activated, Yusuke's speed, strength, and reflexes had reached the level of a Shadow.

Furthermore, he was a well-rounded warrior proficient in taijutsu, genjutsu, and ninjutsu.

Except for Shimura Danzō, who was a standard Shadow, he completely crushed all the Root ninjas present in terms of raw power.

"Wind Style: Vacuum Great Sphere!" Shimura Danzō's wind-style ninjutsu struck.

Yusuke did not dodge or evade; Red-Backed Shrike thrust straight out, the spear tip interwoven with lightning and fire, shattering the high-pressure wind sphere directly.

Amidst the explosive dust, Yusuke's figure darted out like a ghost, lunging straight at Shimura Danzō.

"Protect Lord Shimura Danzō!" The last elite jonin intercepted him in a desperate bid.

"Get lost!"

Yusuke thrust his spear—simple, direct, yet faster than the limits of visual perception.

Clang~

The elite jonin's short blade was knocked away, and Red-Backed Shrike followed through, piercing his shoulder blade.

He then used the momentum to flick the elite jonin into the air, slamming him hard against a nearby tree.

The elite jonin's vision went black as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, the only Root members left standing on the field, aside from the elite jonin beside Shimura Danzō, were the last ordinary jonin.

A minute had passed, and Yusuke's [Phase 1: Incursio - Leather Armor Form] had one and a half minutes of duration remaining.