“AAAHHH!”
Danzō screamed in agony.
Yet he was ruthless and decisive to the bone.
Gritting his teeth, he drew his blade — and severed his own right arm clean away.
Squelch.
Blood gushed freely.
Danzō’s face drained to a ghastly pallor.
Clap!
Clap!
Clap!
Ryuu applauded, his tone thick with mockery.
“My, my — the whole arm, just like that!
Truly impressive, Lord Danzō.
I stand in awe.”
Danzō’s expression curdled into pure venom.
Every word cut deeper than a blade.
He had never suffered such humiliation.
“Uchiha Ryuu… I shall remember this!” Danzō snarled, eyes burning with hatred and fear.
“Remember all you like — to a dead man, what does it matter?” Ryuu replied coldly.
If the old fool sought death, he would grant it.
BZZZZT!
Suddenly, a great cloud of insects swarmed into view, engulfing Ryuu, then contracting inward to crush him.
“Aburame clan bugs, are they?” Ryuu remained perfectly calm.
To others this would be a nightmare.
To him, it was nothing.
“Shinra Tensei!”
BOOM!
The repulsive force blasted outward, scattering every bug in an instant.
When the cloud cleared, Danzō was gone.
Once he had departed, shadows moved.
Root operatives appeared to clear the field — recovering the dead, tending to the wounded, and dismantling the barrier.
Soon the ground was spotless, as though nothing had happened at all.
Not long after Ryuu returned home, Might Guy arrived at his own modest dwelling — small, humble, and worn.
His father Might Dai was out in the yard chopping wood.
Seeing him, Guy hurried over and took the axe.
“Father — let me do that.”
Dai looked at him, surprised.
Something in his son’s bearing seemed different — brighter, sharper.
Over dinner, their conversation confirmed it.
Guy burned with purpose, brimming with energy.
“Son… what is your dream?” Dai asked quietly.
“To become the greatest shinobi who ever lived!” Guy answered without hesitation.
“And yet… you were born with little talent.
Ninjutsu?
Genjutsu?
They elude you.
Only taijutsu remains…”
“It matters not!
I know my gifts are few — yet I am a genius!
A genius of effort!” Guy declared with blazing conviction.
“Where others give one measure, I shall give ten!
With this unbreakable will… even if I walk only the path of taijutsu… I will succeed!”
Dai saw the fire in his son’s eyes.
He fell silent for a long moment, then sighed and reached a decision.
Long ago, by chance, I came upon a secret taijutsu — the Eight Gates Released Formation.
Today… I shall pass it on to you.”
Deep within Root’s base, Danzō sat glowering.
A medical ninja tended to his wound.
“Lord Danzō — the bleeding has stopped.
I have secured tissue samples and shall begin cultivating a replacement arm immediately,” the medic reported.
“Leave me,” Danzō dismissed him distractedly.
“Uchiha Ryuu… damn that boy!” Danzō hissed through gritted teeth.
“Never in all my years have I suffered such defeat!”
“Who would have guessed… the so‑called ‘unserious Uchiha’ possesses Kage‑level strength?
He has hidden himself so deeply!”
“That terrifying taijutsu… what was it?
Power like that… I have never seen its equal.
And those black flames… what were they?”
“Could those flames… have been his dōjutsu?”
“Has he… awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan?”
Danzō’s mind raced.
No seals had been woven.
The fire had appeared from nowhere.
That left only one possibility — the power of his eyes.
“If I possessed those eyes…”
Danzō’s single eye gleamed with avarice.
He had long lusted after the Sharingan.
Until now, Shisui’s eye had been his greatest prize — its power to rewrite minds would have made him Hokage in truth.
But now… Ryuu’s eyes had seized his every thought.
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