Chenshu Senju looked at the severed arm the vines had reeled back and curled his lip in disgust.
Damn, it was even more revolting up close.
Hideous as it was, those were genuine Sharingan. Bringing them back to the system for purification and fusion would definitely be a huge haul.
He casually tossed the severed arm into the system storage, then inspected the other spoils the vines had stripped from Danzo.
A highest-authority token engraved with the character "Root," along with a coded scroll containing the Root base's core secrets and barrier passwords.
"The old dog ran pretty fast, but his drop rate was surprisingly high."
A satisfied, cold smile tugged at Chenshu Senju's lips.
This was practically meat delivered straight to his mouth. It would be stupid not to take it.
Danzo was now severely disabled, without even his hands. He was surely hiding in some dark sewer, barely clinging to life and too afraid to show himself.
That meant Root's vast, secretive base was currently in a leaderless vacuum.
Without hesitation, he turned around, tucked the scroll into his pocket, and transformed into a black blur as he headed straight for underground Konoha.
Deep beneath Konoha, in the dark and damp underground, lay Root's headquarters.
Before the massive iron gates, two guards in animal masks stood watch like wooden statues.
Suddenly, unhurried footsteps carrying an overwhelming pressure echoed from the dark tunnel.
With his hands in his pockets, Chenshu Senju swaggered over as though he were strolling through his own backyard.
"Who goes there? This is a restricted Root zone!"
The guards immediately drew their kunai and issued a cold warning.
Chenshu Senju did not even spare them a proper glance. He casually tossed over the token representing the highest authority.
Clang.
The token, still stained with