In the real world.
Toru Kujyo still hovered in midair, his right hand firmly clamped around Shimura Danzō's wrist. Danzo's body suddenly shuddered. The instant his ocular power was obliterated, his scarlet Mangekyō Sharingan abruptly contracted, reverting to an ordinary Three-Tomoe Sharingan. His gaze became vacant and unfocused, his eyes losing every trace of life, like two lifeless glass beads.
At the same time, the Yin Release Chakra that had surged through his body instantly ran dry, like a drained pond. The Sharingan densely packed along his right arm seemed to sense their master's collapse and swiftly closed, one after another, as though falling into eternal slumber. The Izanagi technique unraveled with them, and his body went limp like a deflated ball.
"Hmph." Toru Kujyo gave a quiet snort, a flicker of disdain crossing his eyes. He sensed the eerie vitality of the Hashirama Cells within Danzo. With their master's mind shattered, that power was now raging out of control.
Danzo's right arm, the one implanted with Hashirama Cells, began writhing violently and uncontrollably, as though countless living maggots had been injected into it. Veins bulged and muscles twisted, and even the faint, grating sound of bones grinding together could be heard as it tried to break free of Toru Kujyo's grip.
"Keeping something like this around would only cause trouble." Toru Kujyo's gaze turned cold, and he abruptly exerted force through his wrist.
Riiip!
With a teeth-grating tearing sound, Toru Kujyo ripped Shimura Danzō's entire right arm, shoulder blade and all, straight off his body! Blood sprayed out, staining the air red. The severed arm continued writhing madly in Toru Kujyo's hand as though it were alive.
With a casual toss, Toru Kujyo flung the severed arm into the depths of the Yellow Spring Swamp like a piece of