Danzo narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp as blades. A dangerous aura radiated from him, like a ferocious beast poised to strike.
"Since you refuse to answer, sir, then let me leave. The mission is urgent and cannot be delayed."
Saitama sized up the four shinobi behind Danzo. One Hyuga Byakugan user stood out in particular, while the origins of the others were difficult to discern.
"Serving Konoha is only natural!"
As Danzo spoke, the scar on his chin twisted and writhed, making him look especially sinister.
"But your value goes far beyond that!"
He abruptly changed his tone, revealing a grim smile as greed gleamed in his eyes.
Saitama remained silent, knowing full well that this would not end peacefully.
At his peak, with the Mangekyō Sharingan, he would not have feared Danzo in the slightest. But now, not only was he badly injured, even using the Sharingan came at an enormous cost.
"Hand over those eyes! Uchiha Saitama!"
Danzo suddenly raised his cane and pointed it directly at Saitama.
As expected, it was the worst possible outcome.
Looks like there's no room for negotiation. From the moment he had seen Danzo, Saitama had prepared himself for battle. Their conversation just now had merely been buying him time to recover.
"Move. Bring me what I want!"
Danzo gave the order without even turning around.
Saitama's strength had greatly diminished, while the men Danzo had brought were all carefully selected Root elites. They worked seamlessly together and were adept at combination ninjutsu. They would have been capable of fighting even Saitama at his peak, let alone his current weakened state.
The four shinobi exchanged glances and slowly closed in. Less than thirty meters separated the two sides.
Saitama tensed up and slowly drew his long sword. This battle was unavoidable.