The Sky Screen continued playing.
[The scene shifted abruptly. The ruined hall vanished, replaced by a bridge spanning a river.]
[Sasuke Uchiha stood on the bridge, the air around him growing colder by the moment. He looked at the figure before him, slowly closed his eyes, then snapped them open. Crimson Sharingan patterns emerged in his eyes, the Three Tomoe turning slowly.]
[Danzo stood opposite him. His face had grown even older, wrinkles covering it. His shadowed eyes locked on the young man as he rasped, "Uchiha... Sasuke!"]
[Clack!]
[Without a change in expression, Danzo undid the metal restraint on his right hand. Layers of bandages slid down his arm and fell onto the bridge, exposing the grotesque limb to the air.]
Beneath the Sky Screen, everyone watching shuddered. A chill crawled up their spines.
It could scarcely be called a human arm. Its flesh was shriveled and gray, without a trace of living color.
Countless Sharingan crowded the length of the arm, with another set into the palm.
Every crimson Three-Tomoe Sharingan was wide open, its pupil shifting slightly. It was as though the resentment of countless dead Uchiha had been sealed inside that arm. One could almost hear their silent death cries, while a sinister chill spread across the bridge.
"Gah—what the hell is that?"
"An... an arm made of Sharingan?!"
"How many Sharingan did he use to make that thing?"
"So that's where they went! I knew no one would leave the Sharingan behind after the Uchiha Clan was wiped out!"
"What a beast! And they're all Three-Tomoe. Were Two-Tomoe and One Tomoe beneath him?"
"Danzo's ruthless! So this is Konoha? Now I know why the old bastard hid his arm. Any Konoha shinobi who saw that would start questioning their loyalty."
"Exactly. The Uchiha Clan was