Vicious: The Devil's Temptation!

Cracks appeared on the skin of his right arm, spreading from his wrist past his elbow and up to his shoulder.

Their edges were grayish-white. Beneath them lay dark red muscle that spasmed uncontrollably.

The same cracks appeared on his left leg, climbing from his calf past his knee to his hip.

His body was like a shattered porcelain vase barely glued back together, now breaking apart piece by piece.

His breathing turned ragged. Garbled, rasping sounds escaped his throat. In his swollen left eye socket, the eye that had been reduced to a slit bulged wide, its pupil reflecting his crumbling body.

Hiruzen Sarutobi's pupils contracted sharply.

He had seen these symptoms before—the rejection of Hashirama Cells.

Danzo had implanted the First Hokage's cells to suppress the rejection of his Sharingan. Now that the Sharingan had been gouged out, the Hashirama Cells had lost that restraint and were turning on their host!

Hiruzen Sarutobi looked away from Danzo and toward the hall's entrance. Tsunade was outside. Her Medical Ninjutsu might stabilize Danzo's condition for a while.

But he could not go out now.

If he did, the onlookers who had yet to disperse would swarm him, asking why Danzo looked like this, what the Sharingan on Danzo's body were doing there, and whether he knew what Danzo had done.

He had no answers.

As Hiruzen Sarutobi struggled with the dilemma, Uchiha Yongye raised his right hand.

He spread his fingers and pressed his palm against the top of Danzo's head.

A grayish-white light glowed in his palm. It was neither dazzling nor hot, as still as a clump of frozen mist.

But wherever it shone, the surrounding air trembled faintly.

Danzo's body went rigid.

The spreading cracks stopped. Those from his wrist to his shoulder stretched no farther; those