In the northwest corner of the Hidden Leaf Village, the once-prosperous Old Uchiha Clan Compound was now nothing but a vast stretch of scorched earth, broken walls, and wild grass.
Ever since the night of the massacre, this place had been declared forbidden ground. Even stray dogs were unwilling to wander here.
The moon was bright tonight, its deathly pale light shining down on the center of the ruins.
Danzo stood atop the ruins of the Uchiha Police Force Building. By his feet sat the solid-wood coffin that had just been dug out from the back mountain.
Yuan walked in step by step from the entrance to the ruins. His footsteps were very light, but with every step he took, the temperature in the surrounding air seemed to drop by several degrees. He did not look at Danzo. His gaze was fixed tightly on the mud-covered coffin.
"This old man thought you would charge straight in with that red monster," Danzo said, laughing sinisterly.
The Danzo before him now looked so disgusting it made one's stomach turn. He had taken off his outer robe, and the entire right half of his body had turned into a twisted tree trunk. Rough bark and human flesh had fused together in an eerie mess, and all the Sharingan that had once been embedded in his arm were now closed, reduced to several ashen lumps of flesh.
The Hashirama Cells were about to devour him completely, yet he still forced himself to stand here.
"Let go of that coffin." Yuan stopped thirty meters from Danzo, the short blade in his hand angled toward the ground.
"So you do have something you're afraid to lose, Uchiha Yuan." Danzo patted the coffin lid with his remaining left hand. "For six years, you've been biting wildly across