“Dammit!!!”
Danzō slammed his cane heavily onto the ground, the earth and stone beneath his feet cracking into pieces from the vibration of his Chakra!
His single eye shot out unprecedented rage and killing intent!
Just a little more!
Just this last step!
After tonight, the Uchiha will completely become history, and all the Sharingan will become his spoils!
He cannot endure it!
He absolutely will not allow anyone to ruin his plans!!
“Lord Danzō, what should we do?” asked a trusted subordinate wearing a strange mask.
Danzō pondered for a moment, then spoke:
“Without my order, no one is allowed to act. Continue the mission!”
A Shinobi with a dog-faced mask behind him asked doubtfully:
“But… everyone else has gone to intercept the enemy, and the situation in the Village is also extremely urgent. Are we really not going to join the battle?”
“Otsu, what are you trying to say?”
“Subordinate means, if the riot is not suppressed quickly, Konoha’s losses might… be too great to bear.”
“Lord Danzō, Otsu’s concerns are reasonable. If this turmoil causes too much loss, other major nations might take advantage!”
First came the deaths of the Yondaime Hokage and the Jinchūriki, then the annihilation of the strongest clan.
Other great powers were already restless; Sunagakure’s unequal treaties and the recent incident where Kumogakure bullied the Hyūga Clan were all signals.
When Konoha had the Yondaime Hokage and a perfect Jinchūriki, would they have dared to do this?
Who would have dared to act presumptuously?
If this battle cannot be suppressed, I fear the consequences will be unimaginable.
Danzō’s eyes sharpened.
No!
None of that matters.
If this old man obtains enough Sharingan…
The combined power of the Senju and Uchiha, plus the Kotoamatsukami of the Mangekyō Sharingan, this old man… will become the strongest person.
When the time comes, I will also master the Kyūbi, and who in the Shinobi World will be my match?
This old man is the Root of Konoha, the sun!!
“Kou, Otsu…”
Danzō said in a low voice:
“We must stand at a higher perspective to view all things…”
“It is precisely for the Village, for me to become Hokage, that it must be this way. What is a little sacrifice? It is necessary!”
His single eye suddenly turned fierce, and he raised the cane in his hand, pointing toward the Uchiha Clan Grounds:
“The most important thing right now is that place; that is the source of all evil!”
“We of the Root are the supporters of Konoha; we must eradicate all threats for Konoha, until the last drop of blood!”
“Moreover, we must have more trust in our Hokage. He is, after all, the Hokage. Leave that side to Hiruzen.”
“After all… he is the strongest Hokage in history…”
The group of Root elites behind Danzō was convinced by his words, feeling that the one-eyed man before them was incomparably majestic, like a god!
The twelve Root elites answered in unison.
Their movements were uniform, like marionettes controlled by the same string.
…
The firelight illuminated half the sky.
The golden Susanoo rampaged in the center of Konoha, like a war god stepping out of myth.
Every time it swung its sword, buildings collapsed.
Every step it took, lives were extinguished.
Screams and explosions intertwined, as if to turn Konoha, this most powerful Shinobi Village, into a burning purgatory.
Swish—
On the roof of the Konoha Military Police Force building, space suddenly twisted.
A vortex appeared out of thin air, rotating and expanding, and a figure wearing a black robe and a tiger-skin mask emerged from the vortex.
The Masked Man stood at the edge of the roof, his black robe flapping in the hot wind.
The Sharingan beneath his mask reflected the huge golden Susanoo in the distance, his pupils slightly contracting.
“Who… is that?”
His voice was very soft, so soft it was completely swallowed by the explosions in the distance.
Susanoo…
And it’s the fourth form, the Tengu!
His mind rapidly flipped through all the Uchiha intelligence he knew.
Whose eyes are these?
Uchiha Fugaku?
No…
If Uchiha Fugaku had this kind of power, the Uchiha would not have reached this point today.
That clan leader had already lost his edge, tamed into a house dog by the Will of Fire, possessing decent strength but willing to kneel before the Hokage and wait for death.
Uchiha Obito glanced at the golden Susanoo burning with Chakra in the distance, a mocking arc pulling at the corners of his mouth beneath his mask.
It seems Danzō’s intelligence is as unreliable as dog shit.
His gaze shifted away from the Susanoo, quickly scanning below.
Root units were stirring.
Anbu elites were also gathering.
He had harvested enough Three-Tomoe Sharingan; tonight’s haul was not small.
“That guy has also stolen a considerable level of power…”
He was talking about Danzō.
He looked up, watching the moon, which had been reflected into a blood color.
Moonlight passed through the smoke and fell onto his mask, casting an eerie red light in the eye hole.
The Masked Man quickly assessed the situation.
Thoughts racing, he glanced around.
“Itachi and Danzō are here, and… my intelligence cannot be exposed. Is this where it ends?”
The Masked Man knew when to quit while he was ahead.
He knew that if he continued to be greedy, he would definitely clash with both sides.
Itachi would not allow him extra moves, and Danzō would absolutely not concede the Sharingan to others.
Regardless of whether he could win or not, his intelligence would definitely be exposed!
His intuition was certain that as long as they fought, relying on Itachi’s wisdom and viciousness, he would definitely analyze his intelligence.
If that happened, the plan would be in danger!
After all, he was quite afraid of Itachi; the two greatest Dōjutsu with the strongest mental power were both in the hands of Itachi and Danzō…
The Masked Man snorted coldly.
His goal is the Infinite Tsukuyomi, to create a brand new world with her in it.
For this goal, he has endured for so many years, manipulating Kirigakure, guiding Nagato, laying out plans step by step in the dark.
He cannot take risks here.
Intelligence is the most important weapon in the Shinobi World.
His abilities, his identity as Madara, the Akatsuki—once these pieces of intelligence are exposed even a little bit, the entire plan will be hugely affected.
Itachi was too smart.
That thirteen-year-old boy had a depth of thought that even Uchiha Obito found terrifying.
If they fought here, Itachi would definitely analyze his intelligence through minute details, and even follow the clues to find out more.
Without one hundred percent certainty, he absolutely could not make a move against Itachi!
After all, the main means by which he could deter Itachi was… the identity of Uchiha Madara!
This intelligence must absolutely not be exposed in the slightest; this is the key to his manipulating the Shinobi World and succeeding.
If he lost the identity of Madara, his deterrent power and control would be completely lost.
Would others still fear him?
For example, the leader of the Akatsuki—if he knew he wasn’t Madara, he would probably be the first to rebel…
“Well, anyway… this world will sooner or later fall into my hands.”
Uchiha Obito took one last look at the golden Susanoo, and then at the direction of the Uchiha Clan Grounds.
“Let’s retreat for now.”
The space vortex appeared again.
The roof returned to silence.
Only the explosions from the distance and the smoke illuminated by the firelight remained.