SHOOOM!
In Qianyu's hand, a sphere of howling wind chakra, larger than Qianyu himself, spun violently.
The surging Wind-natured chakra erupted, slicing through the air like blades, grazing the skin of nearby Root ninja. Its sheer terrifying presence, even before release, drained the color from every face present.
"Such violent chakra… It's beyond human control. How can it maintain form outside the body?!" Danzō Shimura, who fancied himself a master of Wind Style, was shocked to his core. Even he couldn't pour this much Wind chakra into a single technique. Yet Qianyu…
"Not good!"
Seeing Qianyu hurl the fully-formed Wind Style: Rasenshuriken straight at him, Danzō's heart nearly stopped. He grabbed two Root ninja—shields—and leaped back.
A monstrous whirlwind erupted. It swallowed the nearby Root ninja instantly.
AAGGHHHH!
Screams of pure agony. The originally cyan-blue storm turned crimson. The ninja inside were ground into pulp, like fruit thrown into a blender by the countless microscopic wind blades.
"Good. The upgraded version is more powerful. The visual effects definitely weren't this good before," Qianyu nodded, satisfied. He scanned the area. The once dense crowd of Root ninja was gone. Only a few remained standing.
"So, Danzō Shimura. How does my Wind Style measure up?"
Qianyu casually dispatched the last few Root ninja. His gaze turned cold, locking onto a figure in the distance.
Whoosh!
Danzō Shimura shot out from the edge of the dissipating storm. He clutched two severed limbs. His pristine clan robe was shredded to tatters, hanging off him just enough to cover his dignity. He looked like a wild ape that had stumbled out of the mountains—utterly pathetic.
"You… insolent brat!"
Danzō flung the limbs aside, clutching the rags to his body. His old face was dark, his eyes boring into Qianyu with venom. His pride, his mastery of Wind Style, had been trampled into the dirt. Never, in all his years, had he suffered such humiliation!
"Appear! Baku!"
Taking several deep breaths to steady himself, Danzō formed the hand seals. Summoning Jutsu. He let the last remnants of his clothing fall, becoming a true, literal Root ninja.
BOOM!
A massive summoned beast, with an elephantine trunk and a leopard's body, crashed from the sky, shaking the earth—the Baku. It opened its maw towards Qianyu, swallowing the surrounding air in a deafening roar. A terrifying suction force materialized into a visible vortex.
"Wind Style: Vacuum Serial Waves!"
Danzō flashed to Qianyu's side, flanking him between himself and the Baku. His cheeks puffed, and he spat out several scythe-like blasts of compressed air.
Aided by the Baku's suction, the razor-sharp vacuum blades shrieked past. They cut through Qianyu's body like piano wires snapping taut, slicing it into pieces.
"Wind Style: Vacuum Great Ball!"
Danzō knew Qianyu could use his paper to evade physical damage. So, after scattering his form, he unleashed his signature technique.
KABOOM!
A massive sphere of Wind chakra, carrying terrifying concussive force, erupted like a rocket. It created spiraling shockwaves and struck the fluttering paper in the air with pinpoint accuracy.
Rustle…
Qianyu's form completely disintegrated. Under the assault of the Vacuum Great Ball, the sky-full of paper talismans was shredded into confetti, drifting down lifelessly. No sign of reformation.
"Huff… Is it done?"
Danzō remained alert, scanning the surroundings. Then, suddenly, all the sand and earth of the Falling Leaves Slope churned. It rose like a tidal wave, crashing towards him.
"SAND WATERFALL IMPERIAL BURIAL!"
Qianyu's figure appeared atop the crest of the golden sand wave. He spread his arms, controlling the deluge, his eyes cold as he gazed down at the ant-like Danzō below.
Having read the script in advance, how could he be caught by Danzō's combo? What Danzō had destroyed was merely a Paper Clone he'd left behind earlier.
"BAKU!"
Eyes wide with fury, Danzō turned and ran. At his roar, the Baku let out a mournful cry, throwing itself before him. The beast was instantly pulverized by the onrushing sand tsunami, dissolving into white smoke.
Using the Baku's massive body as a buffer, Danzō sprinted for his life, barely escaping the edges of the Sand Burial's area of effect.
"Lava Release: Scorching Stream Rock!"
But before Danzō could catch his breath, a rain of molten rock balls fell from the sky, engulfing him completely.
"NOOO—!!!"
Danzō's furious roar was cut short. In the next instant, his magma-buried form vanished. Like a video rewinding, he reappeared back at his previous position near the quicksand, leaping out of the thick sand and gasping for air.
"Oh? The old bastard's already mastered the Izanagi technique this early?" Qianyu was mildly surprised, but not shocked. Danzō, with his iron grip on Konoha, getting his hands on an Uchiha kinjutsu was difficult, but not impossible.
The Izanagi technique allowed the user to erase unfavorable reality—to reload a save. For its duration, the user was essentially invincible.
"Turn it off. This is boring."
Qianyu descended slowly, looking down at Danzō. "Wouldn't a clean, direct death be better? Consider it my mercy."
Qianyu wasn't worried. Even if Danzō had two Sharingan eyeballs at most right now—even if he had ten like in the original story—crushing him would be effortless.
"Arrogant brat! I fought alongside the Senju brothers! I bled and conquered for Konoha's birth! You weren't even born!" Danzō Shimura flew into a rage, charging at Qianyu. The boy's contempt was unbearable.
"You should have died on those battlefields long ago. At least you wouldn't have become the twisted monster you are now." Qianyu shook his head, his tone flat. "Since you insist on tasting despair, I'll oblige. I hope you can keep that fire in your belly later."
Whoosh!
Seeing Qianyu meet his gaze, Danzō's heart leaped with sudden hope mid-charge. He tore off the bandages covering his face, revealing a crimson eye in his right socket.
"Sharingan!"
Three inky black tomoe spun rapidly. Danzō drew a kunai from behind his back and stabbed with all his might toward Qianyu's heart. Even Hiruzen Sarutobi, caught off-guard by a three-tomoe Sharingan, would be stunned for a split second. That split second was all Danzō needed to pierce Qianyu's heart.
"Die—!"
Schlick.
The sound of a blade piercing flesh. Danzō Shimura looked down, stunned. Qianyu's right hand was buried in his chest. When he looked up again, he met Qianyu's own crimson eyes.
"Oops. You found out my secret."
"You… you are…?!"
A tsunami of realization crashed over Danzō. He understood everything in an instant.
No wonder Qianyu progressed so fast. No wonder he always sought to replace him…
It was all a plot! The Uchiha's scheme to seize Konoha!
Slash! Slash! Slash!
Danzō was still in his invincible period, his body constantly resetting. Qianyu pulled out a scalpel and began to slice, carving off a strip of flesh. Then another.
"GYAAAAAAAGHHHH!!!"
The words died on Danzō's lips, replaced by a raw scream of agony.
He finally understood. A clean death would have been mercy. The true hell was being trapped between life and death, suffering endlessly. He, who had inflicted torture on so many, now knew its true taste upon his own flesh.
His reality was not off. Danzō experienced true death by a thousand cuts. The feeling of skin and muscle being methodically peeled away. The soul-rending agony, delivered while fully conscious. It was worse than death.
"Bastard! I WILL KILL YOU!!" Danzō Shimura shrieked, hysterical.
He was naked now, slaughtered like a pig by this brat. And this brat… he kept aiming for his manhood, cutting, slicing. The humiliation! Which man could endure this? Let alone one who had held power for so long. The dual torture of body and mind drove him to the brink of madness.
"I… will not… yield! Self-Cursing Seal Technique!"
Danzō activated Izanagi once more, the crimson eye in his socket turning pale. Gathering every last drop of chakra in his body, he slammed a cursed seal onto Qianyu.
Whoosh!
But to Danzō's utter despair, Qianyu's movements didn't even stutter. The scalpel flashed again, carving another piece of flesh from his newly restored body.
"WHY?! Why does my seal not work on you?!"
Under Qianyu's relentless torment, Danzō's spirit finally shattered. No hope remained. Only despair. He wailed.
"Heh. Don't discuss oceans with a frog in a well. Don't talk of ice with a summer insect." Qianyu glanced at him, disdain dripping from his voice. "I'm the man they call the Tailless Tailed Beast. You think your pitiful chakra can restrain me?"
"Know pain."
"GYAAAAAAAA—!"
The duration of Izanagi was nearing its end. So was Danzō Shimura's life. In the midst of extreme agony and hopelessness, a strange calm suddenly washed over him. Memories flashed—a lifetime of them.
"Where the leaves dance, the fire burns eternal… Hiruzen, you are the leaves bathing in sunlight. I am the root, buried in the dark earth…"
Danzō's eyes cleared. A final, desperate resolve ignited within them.
"Brat… I cannot… let Konoha fall into the hands of your inherently evil clan! For Konoha… even in death… I will drag you down with me!"
"REVERSE FOUR SYMBOLS SEAL!"
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