Watching his subordinates on the verge of being slaughtered to the last man, Danzo's face had been gloomy at first, but he now seemed strangely relieved. Fugaku Uchiha, who had been watching him from the side, could not help feeling suspicious. Google Search Reading
This guy.
What scheme was he plotting now?
Could he have some bizarre trick up his sleeve?
They especially had to watch out for all his twisted schemes. They were utterly disgusting.
"Looks like this old man will have to deal with you criminals personally. As for your Sharingan, I've coveted them for a long time."
A sinister, terrifying expression appeared on Danzo's face.
He slowly unwound the bandages around his arms and body, revealing horrifyingly pale skin. It looked like flesh that had healed after being scorched by fire, layers of dead skin fused together.
Had this guy conducted some terrifying experiment on his own body? Fugaku narrowed his eyes slightly as a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.
As Konoha's hidden trump card, the Hokage's assistant possessed his own private army. His strength and capabilities were naturally not to be underestimated. Anyone who dismissed him as an ordinary man would pay a heavy price.
"Then let me see how you intend to do that."
Fugaku snorted coldly. He vaguely sensed an inexplicable gust of wind sweep past him. The sudden killing intent made his eyes widen, and he instinctively leaped backward. With a bang, something tore through the air.
Yet in the next instant, over half the corner of his clothes had already been sliced away by a blade hidden in the air.
"Still trying to run? Die!"
Danzo snorted. Seeing that his sneak attack had failed, he suddenly roared. The wind around him seemed to be at his command, transformed into deadly