Danzo had never imagined Meihui would treat him like this. He had spent more than half his life fighting-when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
Another punch left Danzo questioning his life. He couldn't win, and he couldn't escape.
Danzo wanted to die, but Meihui clearly wasn't going to let him croak that easily.
"Oh-ho, want to die? Not a chance. Hiruzen croaked far too easily back then. I let him off too lightly."
Despite his serious injuries, Danzo still didn't want to use Izanagi. He didn't have many Sharingan left, after all. If this kept up, he really would be joining Hiruzen.
He might have claimed he didn't want to live, but when death actually stared him in the face, he admitted he was afraid. He chickened out.
"Lord Danzo, getting cold feet? There are still so many things I'd like to confirm with you."
"You little brat, I'm warning you. Don't push your luck."
As the saying went, there was no hiding the look in someone's eyes when they wanted to stab you. If looks could kill, Danzo would have slaughtered Meihui a thousand times over.
Unfortunately, it wasn't just that Danzo couldn't beat him-he couldn't even touch him. The Thunder God toyed with him at every turn. How was he supposed to fight that? Danzo was losing his mind.
"Pushing my luck? Compared with everything you've done, Lord Danzo, I don't think anything I've done is excessive."
Whether he had had enough of being toyed with or had simply snapped, Danzo suddenly went berserk, pulled out a kunai, and charged straight at Meihui.
"Wind Release: Vacuum Blade!"
Meihui remained unhurried, however. He used Flying Thunder God to appear beside Sasuke and drew the Kusanagi Sword.
Then he slowly walked up to Danzo.
"I have a treasured sword,