"No, don't come any closer."
Shimura Danzō, mournful cry, filled with endless fear and despair, sounded so faint and ridiculous against the desolate ruins.
He was met with deathly silence.
And those thousand pairs of Red Eye, devoid of any emotion, coldly watching him, their "prey."
This army of children, a veritable legion of death, silently and gradually surrounded him at the very center.
They did not act immediately.
They were like a group of the best, and also the most ruthless, hunters who would savor the ugly sight of their prey trembling in despair before taking action.
This silent psychological pressure is more devastating than any form of torture!
Danzo's psychological defenses were completely shattered at that moment.
His legs buckled and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.
A warm, foul-smelling liquid uncontrollably spread from his crotch, soaking a large area of the black combat suit that symbolized the leader of "Root".
He, the "Dark Ninja" who stirred up trouble in the shadows of Konoha for decades, the ambitious man even the Third Hokage feared, the "Immortal" who had just attempted to kill a god—
At this moment, however, it resembled a terrified old dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.
Billions of viewers around the world could clearly see his extremely ugly and pathetic appearance through the giant light screen in the sky.
There was no sympathy.
There was no pity.
All that remained was endless, heartfelt contempt and disgust!
"Serves him right! That old beast!"
"Kill him! Kill him now! Don't let him pollute our eyes with his filthy appearance any longer!"
"This is the fate of traitors! This is what they deserve!"
The chorus of public condemnation surged forth once more like a tidal wave.
But this time, it could no longer stir even the slightest ripple in Danzo's heart.
Because his spirit, his will, and his soul had been completely crushed into nothingness in that excruciating "Ten Consecutive Strikes of Kamui."
He was now just a shell of a living dead.
Just then, a gap slowly appeared in the encirclement.
The girl, as delicate as a porcelain doll but with eyes as cold as frost— Uchiha Yōko —slowly walked out.
A strangely shaped, palm-sized, specially Kunai that gleamed with a cold, menacing light had appeared in her hand at some point.
The tip of the Kunai was extremely thin and sharp, making it look less like a weapon for combat and more like a surgical scalpel for precise manipulation.
She walked step by step to Danzo, who was already limp as a rag Danzo, looking down at the pitiful old man who had completely lost everything.
She slowly raised her head, her clear, Three-Tomoe Sharingan at the enormous screen of light in the sky, at the one seated upon the throne, their only and eternal faith.
Her voice was clear and melodious, yet it carried an undeniable sense of sacredness and ritual.
"My lord."
On the throne, Uchiha Gen'yō's cold yet majestic voice slowly descended.
The command remains valid.
"Yes."
Uchiha Yōko received the final permission.
She slowly lowered her head, her cold eyes falling once again on Danzo's sinful arm, which was Danzo with ten "closed" Sharingan.
Her voice was soft, yet like the most solemn pronouncement, it clearly reached the ears of everyone in the world.
" Shimura Danzō."
"You stole the eyes of the Uchiha."
"You use the glory of our ancestors to build your despicable and laughable ambition."
"You have defiled the noblest bloodline in the world."
"Now--"
She slowly raised the Kunai in her hand, which resembled a scalpel, its chilling gleam reflected in her emotionless Red Eye.
"We've come to take back what rightfully belongs to us."
The moment the words left his mouth.
"Roar!"
A loud shout!
Uchiha Shō appeared behind Danzo in a flash, his strong arms pressing down on Danzo's shoulders like a pair of iron clamps, pinning him firmly to the ground and rendering him completely immobile!
Then two more Uchiha children skilled in Medical Ninjutsu came forward.
Their hands glowed with green Chakra light, and they gently touched Danzo's temples.
They weren't treating him; instead, they were stimulating his central nervous system with the most precise Chakra, making his senses ten or even a hundred times more acute than usual!
They want him to endure this final reckoning, decades overdue, in his most lucid and painful state!
No, no!
Danzo's unfocused pupils suddenly Danzo!
He finally understood what these little devils were up to!
He began to struggle and writhe frantically!
He used the last ounce of strength he had left to let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered!
But it was all in vain.
Faced with Uchiha Shō's strength, comparable to that of a giant ape, his struggles seemed utterly insignificant.
Uchiha Yōko squatted down expressionlessly.
She reached out her delicate white hand and gently pinched Danzo's sinful arm, which twisted like rotten wood.
Then the Kunai in her hand moved.
Without the slightest hesitation.
Without the slightest hesitation.
Pfft--!
The sharp tip of the blade pierced the edge of the first Sharingan's eye socket with perfect precision!
Then, with a chillingly calm and skillful touch, he slowly traced, cut, and separated along the contours of the eyeball.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh--!!!"
An extreme pain, beyond the limits of human endurance, surged through Danzo's entire body like a current of billions of volts!
That wasn't just physical pain!
That was the terrifying pain of having a part of your body forcibly ripped out, the pain of your soul being torn apart!
His screams were so piercing that viewers around the world watching the live stream instinctively covered their ears, their faces showing expressions of unbearable horror!
That's so cruel!
Although they all knew this old beast deserved his fate, they were still astonished by the way he was being executed.
These Uchiha brats are practically a bunch of real demons crawled out of hell!
Uchiha Yōko ignored his screams.
Her face remained expressionless.
Her hands were as steady as a rock that had never moved.
Soon, she completely peeled the first Sharingan, covered in blood and nerve tissue, from the rotting flesh.
Immediately, another Uchiha child beside her carefully preserved the eye in a specially made crystal container filled with nutrient solution.
Then the Yōko turned to its second eye.
Pfft--!
"No--! Kill me! Please! Kill me!!"
Danzo is now rambling incoherently!
His only wish now is to die immediately!
Yet this simplest of wishes has now become the most extravagant fantasy.
Pfft--!
The third one.
Pfft--!
The fourth one.
A calm, efficient, and bloody "purge" was proceeding methodically under the watchful eyes of the world.
Each strike was accompanied by Danzo's increasingly shrill and desperate screams.
The removal of each eye signifies the end of a sin and the return of glory.
The Uchiha children stood silently in a circle, watching indifferently.
There was no joy or excitement on their faces.
There was only a solemnity and reverence, as if they were fulfilling a sacred mission that was taken for granted.
When Yōko personally and completely removed the tenth and final Sharingan —the Mangekyō Sharingan belonging to Shisui Uchiha — Shimura Danzō's screams finally came to an abrupt end.
His body was still convulsing violently from the lingering, extreme pain.
His once proud, sinful arm had now become a truly rotten piece of flesh riddled with ten terrifying, blood-soaked holes.
His vitality was rapidly fading away.
His consciousness was also on the verge of final darkness.
Just then, the man who had been standing quietly to the side the whole time— Uchiha Itachi — Earth Flow up.
He took the crystal container containing the ten Sharingan from Yōko's hand.
He looked into the eyes of his people, who should have belonged to him but had been tainted by this sinner for decades, and a complex, indescribable emotion flashed in his Mangekyō Sharingan.
He slowly turned around, raising the container high as if offering the most perfect sacrifice to their "god".
Then he turned his gaze to the mass of rotting flesh at his feet, still wriggling slightly, its "human" shape almost unrecognizable.
He asked softly, in a cold voice that was almost like talking to himself.
It was as if they were questioning the heavens.
It was as if the earth was being questioned.
It was as if they were asking the one and only god in the heavens above.
" Lord Gen'yō-- "
How can this final sin be purified?