The bandages fell to the ground, layer by layer.
Danzo's right arm lay fully exposed beneath the lights. Sharingan were densely embedded in its pale flesh, their red pupils slowly turning in different directions. The entire arm looked too alive to be part of a human body.
Goten stopped walking.
Not because he was stunned, but because he was disgusted.
"You old dog... you're seriously disgusting."
He wrinkled his nose, his face full of distaste.
"How many Uchiha Clan corpses did you dig up?"
Danzo did not answer. He formed hand seals with his left hand, and every Sharingan on his right arm turned toward Goten at once.
"Wind Release: Vacuum Great Sphere."
Dozens of wind blades compressed to the limit burst from his mouth, crisscrossing as they sliced. They were so densely packed that even a layer of air was shredded. Dozens of trenches half a meter deep were carved into the ground, sending sparks flying.
Every wind blade struck Goten.
His clothes did not tear.
Even his Ramen Badge stayed straight.
Goten looked down at his chest and brushed off dust that was not there.
"Even scratching an itch feels stronger than that."
Trunks leaned against the passage wall with his arms folded, still chewing the noodles he had not finished earlier.
"Goten, stop dragging this out. My bowl's still at the Ramen Shop. The broth's going to get cold."
"What's the rush? Let him finish his performance."
Danzo's teeth ground together. He abruptly raised his right arm, and all the Sharingan flared at once.
Goten vanished.
There was no visible movement, no afterimage. He simply appeared before Danzo from five meters away.
One kick.
It landed squarely in Danzo's chest.
The dull crack of breaking ribs echoed around the hall. Danzo flew backward, smashed through the mahogany