After Danzo accomplished the grand feat of stabbing Susanoo with a kunai, Sasuke swatted him away with Susanoo's hand.
"What? What's going on?" Danzo stared at the broken kunai in his hand, stunned for a long while. This wasn't how the script was supposed to go.
"What's going on? I remember when the First Hokage and Second Hokage fought Madara Uchiha. It wasn't like this."
Why had things turned out so differently from what he imagined when it was his turn?
But Sasuke wasn't about to let an opportunity like this slip away. He used Susanoo's arm to smack Danzo flying.
Danzo was still Danzo. He had already dissipated the force while airborne, then landed firmly after a few flips.
He had stopped, but the slap had torn a chunk of flesh from his face, exposing stark white bone amid the bloody flesh.
Blood streamed down his face. Despite how badly injured Danzo looked, this was actually just because Sasuke was using Susanoo for the first time and didn't always have a firm grasp on its strength.
Otherwise, those last few blows would have burst his head long ago.
The pain in his face instantly brought Danzo back to his senses.
Looking at the hatred in Sasuke's eyes, he seemed to understand: Sasuke really would kill him.
I can't die yet. I haven't become Hokage.
Hiruzen, I still haven't proved you wrong. I still haven't made you regret it...
Danzo, who had fought through battlefields himself, felt as though he had returned to the Second Shinobi World War.
Every cell in his body seemed to tense up. It felt like ages since he had taken anything this seriously.
"Well then, brat, are you ready to bear this old man's wrath?"
Danzo took out a kunai and infused it with wind-nature