Ishikawa burst into tears with a wail.
A huge snot bubble swelled up, then popped against his lips.
"Sen... Sen! I was scared to death!"
His chubby body thrashed desperately inside the ropes.
His crotch, reeking of piss, was still trembling.
"All right, all right. Shut up."
Sen waved a hand in disgust and used a fingernail to pry loose the fuse of the Explosive Tag strapped to Ishikawa.
Then he gave a casual tug.
Several tough vines snipped through all four kids' ropes like scissors.
"Get your asses home. Aunt Li's crying her eyes out in the yard."
Sen kicked Ishikawa.
"When you get back, tell her you sleepwalked into this shitty mine. Don't mention anything else. Got it?"
Ishikawa didn't dare disobey. He wiped his tears and snot on his sleeve and grabbed the other three little kids, whose legs were weak with fear.
They stumbled along the tunnel Sen had smashed through the rock, scrambling and crawling toward the exit.
He watched the four kids disappear into the darkness at the end of the passage.
The trace of impatience on Sen's face instantly.
Turned utterly cold.
He turned his head.
He looked at the pile of Root Suicide Corps members on the ground, whose very ashes had been ground to dust by the tree roots.
In those dark green eyes.
There wasn't a trace of human emotion.
They were like a bottomless old well steeped in death.
"Danzo."
Sen's voice was quiet, echoing through the empty, frigid stone chamber.
It carried a bone-piercing chill.
"Since you love kidnapping people and taking them down with you so much."
"Then today, I'm going to."
Sen slowly drew both hands out of his pockets.
Around his ten slender fingers.
Extremely dense green chakra, plainly visible to the naked eye, coiled