The night was very long, and a lot of things happened.
Danzo was sitting on Stone Wall on the inside of the iron fence, with his back pressed against the cold stone. His right eye socket was empty, and the three bloody holes on his left arm were covered with black and purple scabs. A layer of hay was spread under him, and a few of them got stuck into the gaps in his trouser legs, making his skin itchy.
The torch in the corridor burned for half the night, the lamp oil was almost dry, and the flame changed from orange-red to dark orange, lingering in the iron lamp stand.
The sound of footsteps came from the end of the corridor.
Danzo's one eye slowly opened.
Uchiha Itachi stepped out of the shadows.
The moonlight shone in from the window at the end of the corridor and fell on his face, making the cold face half bright and half dark. The half of the face exposed in the light was as pale as paper, and the half of the face hidden in the shadow was as gloomy as a ghost.
Those eyes are black.
It's not Sharingan's scarlet, it's ordinary people's black. But the chill seeping out of the eyes is more chilling than any other Sharingan.
Danzo's one eye narrowed for a moment, then slowly opened again, feeling a mixture of joy and sorrow.
Hi.
Looking at Uchiha Itachi's gloomy look, Sasuke should be doomed. Aburame Torune succeeded. Even if the kid didn't die, he wouldn't live long.
Worry.
Uchiha Itachi's expression is not only gloomy, but also carries a killing intent seeping from his bones!
Coming for him!
This running dog, which has been domesticated for many years, shows signs of rebellion!
Must be under control!
Danzo strikes first.
His back moved away from Stone Wall, his body leaned forward slightly, staring at Itachi's face with one eye, and when he spoke, his words were serious and thoughtful!
"Weasel."
"You are the best ninja!"
"He is a man who has Hokage thinking at a young age!"
"Can you, an excellent ninja like you, not be able to see through the constraints placed on you by your family?"
"You are not only a member of Uchiha, you are also a member of Konoha!"
Uchiha Itachi's eyes flickered with murderous intent.
The pervasive murderous aura was like a knife that had been unsheathed and was forced back into the sheath, but the tip of the knife was still pressed against the sheath and could pop out at any time.
"I warned you."
"Don't attack Sasuke!"
"This is my final bottom line!"
Danzo narrowed his one eye and raised his voice by half a degree, carrying an undeniable toughness.
"Weasel."
"Don't be confused!"
"Uchiha Yongye, Masked Man Madara Uchiha, and other great country ninja villages are the enemies of Konoha!"
"For the sake of the overall situation, one of our three families must sacrifice one person!"
"Konoha needs me!"
Uchiha Itachi stared at him.
In those black eyes, a scarlet light began to emerge. Three-Tomoe appeared in the pupils, and then began to spin wildly, faster and faster, so fast that they became one and the boundaries of Tomoe could not be distinguished.
The pattern of a triangular windmill slowly emerges in the center of the rotation.
Mangekyō Sharingan.
Danzo's one eye suddenly widened.
The pupils shrank wildly in the eye sockets, shrinking to the size of a needle tip, and then suddenly dilated. His lips trembled twice, and he spoke in a hoarse voice.
"You... also turned on Mangekyo Sharingan?"
Uchiha Itachi's face was expressionless, the triangular windmill slowly turning in his pupils, and the scarlet light was particularly dazzling in the dim cell. The Eye Power surged out from his eyes, spreading out like a tide, covering the entire cell.
"That's right."
"I also turned on Mangekyō Sharingan because of your despicable attack on Shisui!"
"My Mangekyo Sharingan ability: Left eye, Tsukuyomi, the strongest Genjutsu that controls the spirit! Right eye, Amaterasu, the eternal black flame that burns all things!"
"Danzo, I must teach you a profound lesson."
"I don't care about other people."
"Remember, absolutely... you are not allowed to touch my brother again!"
Danzo's one eye stared at the triangular windmill pattern in Itachi's eyes, staring at the overwhelming Eye Power.
His mouth opened, wanting to continue the deception.
Not in time.
Tsukuyomi, activate!
The world changed in an instant.
Stone Slab The ground disappeared, Stone Wall disappeared, the iron fence disappeared, and the torches in the corridor disappeared. Danzo What was underfoot was not hay, but cold metal. What shined above the head was not moonlight, but dazzling black and white light. There were no walls or boundaries in all directions, only an endless black and white void.
Danzo was tied to a cross metal post.
His hands were tied behind his back with iron chains, his feet were locked to the foot of the pillar with iron chains, and his body was tied to the pillar with iron hoops, making him unable to move.
Uchiha Itachi stood in front of him.
He is holding a knife in his hand.
The blade was long and slender, with a snow-white edge, glowing coldly in the white void. He held the handle of the knife, put the tip of the knife against Danzo's chest, and slashed hard.
Clothes are torn.
Skin cracks.
Muscles crack.
The internal organs are cracked!
Blood gushed out from the wound, dripped down his chest, and dripped on the metal floor, making a ticking sound.
Danzo's one eye widened.
His mouth opened, and a scream rushed out from his throat, sharp and hoarse, echoing in the white void, bouncing back from all directions, adding up layer by layer.
Uchiha Itachi did not stop.
The second knife.
The third knife.
The fourth knife...
Each knife fell in a different position, each knife was not fatal, and each knife accurately avoided large blood vessels and vital organs. The sound of the blade cutting through the flesh, the sound of blood gushing out of the wound, and the sound of Danzo screaming, intertwined in the black and white void.
Danzo looked down at his body.
The skin on the chest was cut open piece by piece, like a torn map. The muscles were cut open one by one, like a loose ball of thread. The ribs were exposed, white and pale, glowing in the white void.
He could feel every cut.
The sting of the blade cutting through the skin, the dull pain of the blade scratching the muscles, the numbness of the blade scraping the bones - every stroke was clear, every stroke was so real that it made him want to vomit.
But he is still alive.
The wound was not fatal, and the amount of bleeding was controlled to a level that would prevent him from fainting. His consciousness was terrifyingly clear, so clear that he could clearly see his distorted face reflected on the blade.
What made Danzo even more devastated was that when he raised his head and looked around, he and Uchiha Itachi were all densely packed!
Every one of them is being tortured and wailing!
After wailing for a whole day and night, Danzo finally came to relief.
Uchiha Itachi puts down the knife in his hand and gives a cold warning!
"This is the first time."
"There will be another time."
"The time will be extended to ten days and ten nights."
The black and white void began to collapse. The light shrank from the surroundings to the center, the metal ground began to shatter from beneath the feet, and the iron chains fell off Danzo's body.
Danzo's consciousness was ejected from Tsukuyomi Space.
He sat slumped on the hay, with his back leaning against Stone Wall, his head tilted to one side, leaning on his shoulder. His one eye was half-open, his pupil was dilated, and his vision was empty, like a dry well.
There was a mixture of saliva and blood foam hanging from the corner of his mouth, white with red, dripping down his chin and dripping on the skirt of his clothes. A large area of his clothes was wet, and the dark gray fabric turned into dark brown.
His hands slipped from his sides, and his fingers were stuck in the hay, motionless. His legs were straightened, and the ankles were folded together. Geta dropped one, revealing the soles of his feet wrapped in white cloth.
The whole figure seemed to have had all its strength drained away.
Like a pile of wrung out rags.
Like a trampled snake.
Like a stupid kid with cerebral palsy.
Uchiha Itachi looked at him, the triangular pinwheel pattern slowly turning in his pupils.
Then he turned around, walked toward the end of the corridor, and finally disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
Only the breathing sound of Danzo echoed in the prison.
Quick and shallow.
Like an old bellows that is about to fall apart.