He's a Devil! His Power Is Terrifying!

The Medical Chakra faded.

Danzo's wounds had barely healed.

The Security Force officer tightened his grip on the Water-and-Fire Staff again.

"One hundred and thirty-one!"

The staff came down.

Danzo's mouth hung open. A muffled rasp rose from his throat, sounding half like laughter and half like sobbing.

His one eye was half-open, its pupil reflecting the arc of the black Water-and-Fire Staff as it swept through the sunlight.

"One hundred and forty!"

"One hundred and fifty!"

"One hundred and sixty!"

The blows fell one after another. Blood spattered again, splashing onto the officer's uniform, the stone floor, and the tip of the staff.

Danzo's screams grew weaker and fainter until they became a barely audible moan, like wind carried from somewhere far away.

"One hundred and seventy!"

"One hundred and eighty!"

"One hundred and ninety!"

At two hundred blows, the officer finally stopped.

He planted the staff beside his foot. Blood coated its tip and ran down its length, gathering at the butt into a dark Kurenai drop that fell to the floor.

Danzo lay face down. From his waist to the backs of his knees, not a patch of skin remained intact.

Blood ran down his buttocks, thighs, and calves, pooling dark Kurenai on the stone floor.

His trousers were soaked through and clung to his legs in crumpled folds. The hem of his kimono was drenched too, its dark gray fabric turned brown-black.

His one eye was closed, bloody foam clung to the corner of his mouth, and his breathing was so slow and shallow that his chest barely moved.

He looked as though he'd been dragged out of a pool of blood.

The crowd at the entrance fell deathly silent!

No one spoke, laughed, or whispered to anyone else!

Every gaze fixed on the pool of