At last, the first One’s Own Life Reincarnation formula array was activated.
Danzo could feel something being drained from his body, leaving behind a massive void and weakness that made his limbs turn soft and powerless.
Fortunately, the system steadied him in time, saving him from falling into an embarrassing heap.
Silvery-white light cascaded down, revealing a tall man clad in blue armor at the center of the array.
As Danzo’s life force flooded into him, the man raised his head and opened a pair of crimson eyes.
Sensing the flow of Chakra from the jutsu surrounding him, the man murmured in slight confusion, “This jutsu…
isn’t Edo Tensei.
It’s…?” “It is One’s Own Life Reincarnation.” An aged, calm voice spoke, and the vision before Tobirama Senju finally grew clear.
His now elderly student looked at him calmly, his voice trembling slightly.
“It is One’s Own Life Reincarnation, Tobirama-sensei.” “…Danzo?” Tobirama Senju froze for a moment.
Then he sensed the faint connection between himself and Danzo, and upon examining it, his expression instantly turned grim.
“Have you—have you lost your mind?!
Stop at once!” One’s Own Life Reincarnation.
Such a plain name was enough to explain the technique’s effect.
To convert the caster’s Chakra into life force and transfer it to the target…
achieving the resurrection of the dead.
His own student had actually developed such a jutsu just to resurrect him?!
Tobirama Senju felt Danzo’s aura plunge sharply with disbelief.
Stiff from his fresh revival, his body struggled to step out of the array, forcibly interrupting the transfer of life force.
Shock and anger warred within him, yet as he looked upon his student—whose body had gone limp against the chest of an attendant behind him—and met that dark, hopeful eye, the rebuke on the tip of his tongue died.
“Danzo, what on earth happened?” He knew this disciple well.
Danzo was cautious and suspicious by nature, always weighing pros and cons.
Unless driven to absolute desperation, Danzo would never resort to such a lethal gamble.
Had something catastrophic happened to Konoha?
Where were Hiruzen and the others?
Why was Danzo the only one here?
And what was this dark base?
A flurry of questions exploded in Tobirama Senju’s mind.
With slow, stiff steps, he walked over to Danzo, squatted down, and used the sluggish Chakra within his body to inspect his student’s condition.
Right eye…
*Gasp.* Is this Sharingan Chakra?
Right arm…
*Gasp.* Are those Hashirama’s cells?
And why are there so many Sharingan embedded inside?
Why was Danzo currently in a state resembling a test-subject culture vessel?
This volatile condition, which required sealing devices to keep under control, was life-threatening!
Tobirama Senju’s teeth gritted loudly.
He could not accept that after his death, his student had devolved into a miserable test subject and had been backed into a corner where he had to sacrifice his own life to resurrect his master.
Danzo felt his body failing him completely.
He struggled to raise his head, looking at the man who could thoroughly suppress Hiruzen Sarutobi in both morality and power.
His heart, crushed under hatred and despair, throbbed with intense pain, nearly driving him to tears.
Calm down.
Calm down.
Biting the tip of his tongue, Danzo forced his tears back.
“Sensei, I…
I truly had no other choice.” “Hiruzen and the others have gone mad.”