Dense black mist enveloped Koharu in the blink of an eye. Four figures surrounded her, their spinning Mangekyo Sharingan filling her mind.
At the same time, three kunai plunged into Koharu's body. The sudden pain cleared her dizzy head, but all she could see was black mist. There was no one else in sight.
The three kunai struck in quick succession, swiftly draining Koharu's life. Her eyes remained wide, full of bewilderment. She seemed unable to understand how discussing a matter with Danzo had led to her assassination.
Fugaku's expression remained calm. Killing Koharu weighed on him not at all. Though they had once fought side by side, they stood on opposite sides now.
They had cooperated because of the war, but that alliance had gradually fallen apart. Fugaku had no reason to hold back. A Shadow Clone took Koharu's form, emerged from the black mist, and headed for the door.
Soft footsteps faded into the distance. Koharu's body was dragged outside and laid beside several slain Root ninja.
Two Shadow Clones dispersed in succession, and Fugaku headed upstairs. In the living room, Danzo had noticed nothing of what had happened below.
The black mist was an effective barrier. Even the sounds made while killing Koharu had not escaped it.
The Shadow Clone disguised as Koharu left the secluded part of Konoha and dispersed around the corner of a tall building.
Fugaku's real body received the information at once. All three Shadow Clones had dispersed, and the Chakra Flesh within him began supplying chakra to his depleted body.
Danzo sat at the living room table drinking tea. He seemed to sense that someone was watching him—the instinct of an experienced ninja.
That instinct had kept many masters alive in fights to the death. Danzo looked around, but there was no