A crowd appeared out of nowhere, all wearing the Uchiha Clan's signature clothing and carrying items emblazoned with the clan's fan crest.
Most terrifying of all were the pairs of scarlet Sharingan staring straight at him. Every one of them had at least two tomoe, and most of the Uchiha present possessed the Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
Danzo's brows knitted tightly.
"Damn it, wasn't the Uchiha Clan wiped out? Where did all these Uchiha come from? And so many of them have three-tomoe eyes!"
He had already suspected there was more to the Uchiha Clan's destruction. After all, how had so many clan members' bodies vanished without a trace before his people arrived?
Sure enough, remnants of the Uchiha Clan still existed in this world.
Hmph, you Uchiha remnants! Once I revive, I'll execute you myself!
That was what Danzo thought, but he soon realized something.
Wait, there seem to be far too many of them.
Although his strength was exceptional-or so he believed-and his combat experience was unrivaled throughout the Shinobi World-or so he believed-two fists could hardly contend with four hands. He was no match for this many opponents.
The good news was that his Izanagi was still active. Until it ended, nothing would happen to him.
The bad news was that Izanagi was about to wear off.
Someone looked at Danzo's condition and remarked,
"Sure enough, everything the Lord Daimyo said was true. This bastard really does have Sharingan we didn't know about, and he's even learned Izanagi."
"The Lord Daimyo really does account for everything. Nothing escapes his eyes."
"This bastard actually uses our clan's eyes as Revival Coins. He deserves to die."
"It's fine. We're here to send him to his grave today."
"We can't let him die too easily! Otherwise, we'd be letting our dead clansmen