His third death.
This time, even Sarutobi Hiruzen fell silent.
Even an idiot could tell that this was no Shadow Clone.
No one could make a Shadow Clone that convincing, right down to its agonized death screams.
A phantom flickered again.
Danzo appeared at the edge of the battlefield.
His face was a little pale.
Although Izanagi could alter reality, its cost was terrifying.
He clutched his right arm beneath his robes, his face full of terror.
He had thought that with half an armful of Sharingan, he could do whatever he pleased in the Ninja World.
Instead, Sasuke was now slaughtering him over and over like a dog.
"Run."
"Why aren't you running anymore?"
Sasuke's voice was like a death summons from the Death God.
The Complete Body Susanoo abruptly raised its enormous right foot.
It stomped down hard on Danzo as though crushing a cockroach.
Rumble!
The earth shook, and dirt flew everywhere.
Before Danzo could even scream, he was trampled deep underground.
His fourth death.
When Danzo appeared elsewhere again.
He finally reached his limit.
Using Izanagi four times in succession had drained most of his chakra.
More importantly.
With four Sharingan lost.
The wood style cells inside him had begun to run rampant.
Riiip!
Under everyone's gaze.
The bandages on Danzo's right arm suddenly snapped.
Loop after loop of white cloth fell to the ground.
A secret hidden in darkness for decades was laid completely bare beneath the pale moonlight.
It was a grotesquely deformed arm.
Its pale skin even had the rough texture of tree bark.
This was cellular tissue from Hashirama Senju, the First Hokage.
But the most horrifying thing was not the arm's unnatural complexion.
It was the eyes embedded all along it!
They were densely packed and varied in size.
There were