How could he just appear like that?!
Danzo's mind raced as he stared at the black-robed figure standing before him.
Moments ago, there had been significant distance between his hiding spot and the man's position. Yet, in the blink of an eye, that gap had vanished as if it never existed.
How did he do it?
Even if his location had been revealed, it should have taken longer to close that distance.
Some kind of special ninjutsu?
Danzo quickly dismissed the idea of it being pure taijutsu—no physical skills could achieve that speed.
His thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the intruder.
"Hiding won't help, you know," Satoru said, his tone eerily serious as he ran a hand over his mask. "You'll need more than that."
Despite his relaxed demeanor, Satoru was carefully observing Danzo.
Years of war had honed Danzo's ability to suppress his presence, making him an elusive target. Without the Six Eyes, it would have been nearly impossible to detect him.
While keeping a casual posture to mask his intentions, Satoru silently strategized. He understood that controlling the psychological flow of battle was as critical as controlling its physical aspects. If he could keep Danzo on edge, it would only be a matter of time before his defenses cracked.
Sensing a flicker of hesitation from his opponent, Satoru seized the opportunity.
In a flash, his fist shot forward with incredible force, striking Danzo square in the face before he could react.
The impact sent Danzo hurtling backward, his body slamming into the half-burned suspension bridge.
"Shh…" Danzo gritted his teeth, glaring at Satoru as he stumbled to his feet, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
He hadn't felt this humiliated in years.
"Good," Danzo muttered darkly, steadying himself on the weakened bridge. His eyes burned with fury as he locked onto Satoru.
This man's techniques… his speed… they defy logic. But there's no such thing as a flawless jutsu. Everyone has a weakness.
Danzo's combat instincts kicked in, and he quickly formulated a plan.
"If I can't match his speed, I'll just expand the range of my attacks," he thought, a sinister smirk forming on his face.
Wasting no time, he leaped backward to create distance and rapidly wove hand seals.
"Wind Style: Vacuum Wave!"
A scythe-like stream of compressed air shot out from Danzo's mouth, sharp enough to slice through flesh and chakra alike. The blades of wind surged toward Satoru, their deadly edges creating a storm of destruction.
Dust and debris filled the air as the attack struck.
Did I get him? Danzo thought, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the battlefield.
The chakra-laden air finally settled, revealing a figure standing amidst the fading dust.
"Hi there!" Satoru waved casually, stepping forward unscathed.
A faint, light-blue aura shimmered around him, protecting him from harm. His posture remained relaxed, but he let out a silent sigh of relief.
That was close. My Limitless Technique can only hold out for so long. If Danzo had kept up the attack, things might've turned out differently.
Fortunately, Satoru had correctly predicted that the Vacuum Wave's high chakra cost would prevent Danzo from sustaining it. It was a calculated risk, and it had paid off.
On the other side, Danzo's eyes widened in disbelief.
Unscathed?!
Even elite jonin wouldn't have emerged without so much as a scratch from that attack. Yet here this man stood, completely untouched—not even his clothes bore signs of damage.
What kind of monster is this?
Satoru tilted his head, resting his chin on his hand with an air of mock boredom.
"That's it? Honestly, I expected more," he said, smirking. "This is starting to get dull."
Danzo's body tensed as Satoru's tone suddenly shifted.
The playful energy around him evaporated, replaced by an overwhelming sense of menace.
Satoru extended his right hand, black energy swirling and condensing at his fingertips. The space around him distorted, cracks rippling through the air as if reality itself was fracturing.
The oppressive force bore down on Danzo, freezing him in place.
What is this?!
Danzo's pupils constricted, his instincts screaming at him to flee. But there was no time—no space to escape.
In an instant, the condensed energy erupted.
The blast struck Danzo with catastrophic force, slamming him into the distant wall. The ground beneath him shattered, leaving deep gouges in the earth as rubble collapsed around him.
Satoru approached the wreckage, his smile bright but his tone laced with feigned concern.
"Oops, that might've been too much," he said, peering at the bloodied and battered Danzo. "You're not dead, are you? That'd be inconvenient."
Danzo's body was a mess—most of it had been pierced by the attack, and blood soaked the rubble that partially buried him. Yet even in his broken state, his eyes burned with defiance as he stared at Satoru.
What kind of power is this?
It wasn't ordinary chakra. It was something far beyond that—a force so overwhelming it had shattered his body and pride alike.
But Danzo wasn't done yet.
Despite the pain, a twisted smile formed on his face.
I still have my trump card.
This mysterious masked man might think the battle was over, but he was mistaken.
Silently, Danzo whispered the name of his final gambit:
"Izanagi."
The ultimate dojutsu—an illusion that could rewrite reality itself.
By sacrificing the light of his Sharingan, Danzo could turn fatal injuries, even death, into mere illusions, while making his attacks a reality.
The cost was steep, but to Danzo, it was worth it. As long as he had the Uchiha clan's Sharingan at his disposal, he could use Izanagi as many times as necessary.
Let's see how confident you are once this is over, masked man, Danzo thought, his gaze sharpening as he prepared to strike.
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