How dare you?
Shihōin Naraku had been puzzled when Shimura Danzō's attack never came. Only after leaping onto the earthen wall did he discover a scene that surprised him.
Kurikara was a Zanpakutō!
My Zanpakutō!
How could I possibly let you use it!
"Aaah!"
Enveloped in fiercely burning flames, Shimura Danzō howled in agony as he felt his body burn to ash bit by bit.
A gust of wind blew past, leaving nothing behind.
Eleven!
Shihōin Naraku loosely curled his right hand. With a metallic ring, Kurikara sprang from the scorched tree, spinning rapidly through the air toward him before landing in his palm.
The familiar sensation returned. Shihōin Naraku casually swung the blade, and a bottomless fissure instantly split open in the ground.
"No one touches my blade!"
Shihōin Naraku slowly turned, his eyes fixed on Shimura Danzō, who had come back to life once again.
Shimura Danzō was a wretched sight as he stood close at hand. His right eye had turned dull gray, completely blind.
Shimura Danzō had expended considerable effort to seize that Mangekyō Sharingan, which possessed the Shinobi World's strongest Genjutsu, from Shisui Uchiha. Now that eye was blind and utterly useless.
Shimura Danzō could not bear to use that Mangekyō Sharingan to cast Izanagi, but without doing so, he would have died horribly.
He had never imagined that someone could kill him eleven times in such a short span!
It was like some absurd play!
Though his eleventh death had been caused by his own stupidity, insisting on taking Shihōin Naraku's Zanpakutō-Kurikara.
Danzo touched his now-blind right eye and the ten Sharingan on his right arm, all of them closed. He knew in his heart that it was all over!
Even if he escaped today, he could never regain the strength he had spent