Once Naruto and Sasuke grew up, they would be strapping men with that iconic height of 180 centimeters. Chinatsu was only a little over 160 centimeters now. Did she still have room to grow at seventeen? Not anymore.
Standing in front of the mirror, Chinatsu imagined those two little brats all grown up, each towering over her. She wouldn't even be able to use her Tathagata Palm to keep them in line. After all, her head would probably only reach their chests.
"Fine, fine. A hundred and sixty centimeters... I'll call that good enough." Chinatsu folded her arms and comforted herself. With both Naruto and Sasuke out of the house, she was getting ready to go out.
To buy groceries?
No.
To carry out a mission?
No.
The answer was... to see Shimura Danzō.
Four years had passed since she'd started hiding her true self under that bastard's nose. Throughout those four years, Chinatsu had concealed it so well that the smug Shimura Danzō hadn't noticed her act at all.
Kotoamatsukami was the ultimate genjutsu, and its cooldown was correspondingly long. For someone like Shimura Danzō, who lacked Uchiha blood and had gouged out someone else's eye to forcibly implant it in himself, it would take decades before he could use Kotoamatsukami a second time.
In other words, all Shimura Danzō had to rely on now was his aging body, some slightly troublesome ninjutsu, and those nine uses of Izanagi.
Good. She had a chance of winning now.
As Chinatsu stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes changed. Her scarlet-and-black Mangekyō Sharingan spun into bloom.
Her right eye housed "Kotoamatsukami."
Her left eye housed "Replication."
My chakra reserves are probably equal to six or seven Kakashis now... Whew. Time to work out a plan to eliminate Shimura Danzō...
Whoosh!