When Danzo appeared again, his expression had turned extremely ugly.
Every Sharingan covering his arm had closed.
This meant that, apart from Shisui's Sharingan, which he could still use to cast Izanagi once, he had no more chances to revive.
But he had finally learned exactly how the enemy had killed him over and over.
His gaze remained fixed on Hidan, who had just been injuring himself in all sorts of ways.
In fact, when he had returned a moment ago, there had still been one last open Sharingan on his arm, but he had happened to see this fellow plunge a pitch-black spear straight into his own temple...
Immediately afterward, an identical wound had appeared on his head, materializing out of thin air just like before.
Then, a second later, he had died.
After reviving again, Danzo immediately worked out part of what was happening.
The fellow before him had to possess some ability that transferred injuries to others or inflicted the same injuries on them.
And he was clearly the unlucky bastard being targeted!
If he could not break this jujutsu, he would never escape this base. He would just keep being killed endlessly.
Against such a game-breaking power, even if he had more Sharingan to cast Izanagi with, he would only be prolonging his death throes.
So Danzo decisively spoke up and conceded.
"Stop. You win. There isn't really any deep-seated hatred between us, is there?"
Danzo's willingness to bend with the circumstances immediately drew a cold sneer from Sasuke.
"No deep-seated hatred? That wasn't what you said earlier. Frankly, I'd rather see that defiant version of you from a moment ago."
Danzo showed no reaction to the mockery. In all his years, what storms had he not weathered? How could a few words from some brat