The air in the secret chamber seemed to freeze after Sen finished speaking.
Danzo's aged face twitched twice, the age-spotted corners of his eye drooping heavily.
The row of scarlet Sharingan on his right arm swiveled wildly, like a cluster of red light bulbs growing out of dead flesh.
It was creepy as hell.
"Brat, you have no idea how magnificent this arm is."
Danzo gritted his back teeth, banging his cane against the floor with loud clacks. His voice sounded like sandpaper scraping a wall.
"This is the perfect union of the Uchiha and the Senju! This is the power to rule the shinobi world!"
He abruptly raised his deathly pale right arm, covered in Sharingan.
An utterly sinister, chaotic surge of chakra erupted from his arm.
It shook loose the dust on the chamber's ceiling.
Some landed on the tip of Sen's nose, making it itch.
Sen sneezed and rubbed his nose.
"Great. Instead of sleeping tonight, I came all this way to listen to you brag."
Sen tossed the green ball of chakra in his hand as though he were playing with some battered tennis ball.
"That arm looks like a warty toad with pinkeye. Disgusting."
"You!"
Danzo was livid, his sole remaining eye filled with murderous intent.
He slammed his palms together.
"Wood Release: Violent Spear Tree!"
Without warning, a thick tree trunk shot out of his Sharingan-covered right arm!
Covered in barbs, the trunk charged straight at Sen's face like a raging rhinoceros.
It was fairly fast, whipping up a foul-smelling gust.
Sen couldn't even be bothered to dodge.
He stayed where he was, his wooden clogs not shifting an inch.
He merely raised his left hand and spread his fingers.
Smack!
A dull impact rang out.
Sen caught the ferociously charging Violent Spear Tree