Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too arrogant

Chapter 576 The Fall of the Roots 2.0

"Snapped!"

After Danzo lost all his Sharingan, Naruto yanked Danzo out of the giant golden chakra claw and then casually threw him away.

"Alright, let's start again."

Naruto clapped his hands and then slightly raised his chin in Sasuke's direction.

"Sasuke, let's go."

After he finished speaking, he stopped looking. He turned around, squatted down, took out a storage jar from his ninja tool bag, and began to pick up the Sharingan eyes on the ground one by one and put them into the jar.

When Danzo got up from the ground, he was so angry that every muscle in his body was convulsing. His eyes were fixed on Naruto, and the one eye that was exposed burned with undisguised hatred.

"What did you do?!"

"What have you done! Give it back! That's my stuff!"

He wanted to pounce on them, to snatch back those stolen eyes, one by one.

But Sasuke naturally stood in front of him.

Young Sasuke didn't know exactly what Naruto had done, nor did he know what Danzo had originally intended to do with those eyes—but at least those eyes no longer had to be used as tools by that man.

This thought made Sasuke feel a little more at ease.

Satsuki also squatted down and began to help Naruto pick up the Sharingan pieces from the ground one by one and put them into the jar.

She wasn't particularly interested in the battle. Naruto could guess the outcome of this fight with a snap of his fingers.

Danzo hadn't fought with his own strength for far too long, hadn't stood in the sunlight and faced someone head-on for far too long.

He chose to pursue powers that did not belong to him, chose to hide behind those stolen eyes, and chose to exchange other people's lives for his own.

He thought it was a shortcut, the fastest way to power, and that as long as he had enough Sharingan and enough Izanagi, he would not die.

Moreover, because he had been hiding behind the scenes for too long and hadn't personally taken action, his combat awareness was already in a mess.

His judgment became dulled, his reaction speed became sluggish, and his body could not keep up with his mind.

He was no longer the decisive Danzo Shimura who followed the Second Hokage on the battlefield. He was just an old man hollowed out by greed, corrupted by power, and spoiled by the power he had seized.

Without the Sharingan's chance to revive, without those trump cards that would allow him to "die ten times and get back up"—he didn't even know how to fight anymore.

In short, the battle should have ended in about five minutes.

Danzo was furious and wanted to rush forward to snatch back the Sharingan, but at the same time, a question that sent chills down his spine also came to mind—why didn't Izanagi work?

Why wasn't the reality of "the Sharingan being stolen" rewritten as a dream?

"...Susanoo."

Sasuke finally managed to use the technique, relying on his Uchiha clan instincts.

It welled up naturally from his bones, from his blood, from the depths of those eyes. A purple skeleton began to coalesce around his body—ribs, spine, arms, skull—a translucent outline, radiating a faint glow, was sketched in the air.

That was the first stage of Susanoo, just a skeleton, but for someone who had only recently awakened these powers, it was already quite an achievement.

"Wind Release: Vacuum Ball!"

Danzo quickly formed hand seals in front of his chest, then opened his mouth and spat out a series of high-speed, extremely compressed wind-style projectiles from deep within his throat, blasting them towards Sasuke's Susanoo.

The wind-style projectiles struck the purple skeleton with muffled "bang bang bang".

The purple skeleton trembled slightly, but that was all. Sasuke's Rinnegan and Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan-level Susanoo were beyond the reach of Danzo's Wind Release.

The difference was so great that Danzo's attack didn't even leave a crack.

Danzo watched as the huge purple skeletal claw reached for him, so he stretched out his withered white arm and slammed it into the ground.

"Boom!"

The massive tree trunks rose from the ground, intertwining to form a thick wooden wall in front of Danzo.

However, the Wood Release technique shattered as expected.

Sasuke is the genuine reincarnation of Indra's chakra, while Danzo's Wood Release was simply stolen from Hashirama Senju's corpse.

Those thick tree trunks were easily crushed into powder by Susanoo's claws, not even lasting a second.

Danzo was gripped in Susanoo's claw. Five purple fingers tightly bound his body, locking him firmly within that enormous claw.

"Ugh... you bastard..."

Danzo's voice was squeezed out of his throat, intermittent. His body struggled in vain, but he was too weak. He could only feel the oppressive feeling coming from all directions and feel his body being tightened little by little.

"Danzo, what else do you have to say?"

Sasuke's voice was icy cold. He didn't finish the guy off cleanly; he still wanted to see what kind of face Danzo would show before he died. He wanted to see if this man, who always talked about "for Konoha" and "necessary sacrifices," would still have that hypocritical, self-righteous face at the last moment of his life.

"Uchiha Sasuke...do you even know what you're doing?!"

"You killed me... From now on, Konoha will offer you no refuge! You must know that everything Itachi Uchiha did... was to protect you! But now you want to destroy everything Itachi did!"

"...Go to hell."

Sasuke's voice was forced out of his throat; he was tired of it and didn't want to listen anymore.

The claws of Susanoo began to exert their power.

Danzo looked at the murderous intent in Sasuke's eyes, at those purple and red eyes, and at that tightening claw.

His mind was blank; he couldn't think of anything. All he knew was that he was going to die. In this state where he couldn't think much, Danzo subconsciously tried to activate the seal on his body—however...

"Pfft."

It was the sound of flesh being squeezed.

There were no dramatic last words.

Danzo was crushed to death by Susanoo.

His body was held silently in Susanoo's hand, without any reaction.

His face still held the same desperate, ferocious expression he had before he died, an expression of wanting to break the deadlock.

There was no resurrection. There was no Izanagi. He simply died, cleanly and simply, like any ordinary person he had killed—quietly, silently, with a face full of resentment and fear, he left this world.