"You... what did you do to my arm?"
He felt the Hashirama cells inside him recoil desperately, as though they had encountered the bane of their bloodline.
Sen scratched the bark with his rough fingernails, his face full of impatience.
"Old man, you think that cheap stolen knockoff of yours deserves to be called Wood Release?"
"Nonsense! This is the First's divine power! I will never lose to a brat like you!"
"Gah!"
Danzo spewed mouthfuls of black blood reeking of torn organs, and his entire right arm crumbled like weathered mud.
His body tilted, sliding down the cold stone wall before landing in a filthy puddle.
"My... my arm..."
Danzo trembled as he reached for his empty right shoulder, his face ashen.
"Stop feeling around. It won't grow back no matter how much you touch it. How many of those resurrection eyeballs do you have left?"
Sen looked down at him as though he were a mangy dog that had lost all its teeth.
"You... you devil! Root's ninja won't let you get away with this!"
Danzo struggled backward through the mud, leaving a dark red trail of blood.
"Root's ninja? You mean those rats hiding in the shadows around us, too scared to even breathe?"
Sen curled his lips and raised an eyebrow toward the depths of the dim tunnel.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several piercing whistles suddenly rang out in the darkness.
Coldly gleaming kunai and poisoned senbon rained toward Sen's back.
"Protect Lord Danzo!"
With two hoarse shouts, several animal-masked members of the Root Suicide Corps dropped from the ceiling.
"Well, look at that. You finally crawled out of your holes."
Sen stood motionless, not even blinking.
Rumble.
The damp paving bricks suddenly burst apart, and several thigh-thick, thorn-covered vine whips shot upward.
Like steel whips with eyes