『A/N: WOAH! I just noticed I have Two Million views. Crazy!! Thanks for the support so far. Might just mass release for real? Alrighh. This weekend , get ready yeah, for a Mass release! Peace ✌️』
Danzo straightened slowly. The smile vanished, replaced by cold calculation. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but his posture remained rigid.
Naruto cracked his knuckles once more—quiet, deliberate.
"First eye down," he said quietly.
Danzo's remaining Sharingan eyes spun faster—red irises blurring into black tomoe.
The real fight had just begun.
Danzo raised the grotesque arm. Seals snapped into place.
"Wood Style: Great Forest Technique!"
*Crack-crack-crack!*
Thick wooden spears erupted from the grass beneath Naruto—jagged, fast, aiming to skewer him from below.
Naruto leaped sideways. Spears stabbed empty air. He landed in a roll and came up running.
Danzo exhaled sharply and sprinted forward. He closed the gap in seconds, left hook whipping toward Naruto's jaw.
Naruto's forearm rose—deflecting the punch with a clean *thwap*. He stepped inside Danzo's guard, body low, and drove a short uppercut toward the old man's ribs.
Danzo twisted away just in time. With one hand he flashed seals.
"Wind Style: Vacuum Serial Waves!"
*Fwoosh-fwoosh-fwoosh!*
Invisible vacuum blades sliced out point-blank—grass parting in razor lines, air shrieking.
Naruto dropped low. He slid under the first wave—hair whipping wildly—then vaulted over the second. His hand snapped to his waist.
His sword was parried them.
*Shink-shink!*
Two clean parries. The vacuum blades scattered, slicing harmlessly into the river with soft *splashes*.
Danzo lunged—arm thrusting forward to grab Naruto's throat.
Naruto put the blade into the ground and leaped back. The moment his boots touched grass, a Rasenshuriken formed in his right palm.
*Whirrrrrrrr…*
The spinning sphere roared to life—blue-white wind blades screaming, chakra compressing tighter and tighter.
*Whoooriiii!*
He hurled it forward.
The shuriken streaked like a comet—faster than Danzo could track.
*BOOM!!*
Direct hit.
A massive explosion tore through the field—grass incinerated, dirt and rock hurled skyward. The chamber trembled; loose stones tumbled from the high edges above. The river churned violently, waves crashing against the banks.
Naruto landed lightly on one knee, arm still extended, wind dying around him.
Smoke rolled outward.
Then—footsteps.
Danzo walked through the haze, unscathed. Another Sharingan eye on his arm dimmed, pupil shrinking to nothing.
'This kid's a hassle,' he thought.
He bit his thumb hard—blood welling—then slammed it to the ground.
Marks spread outward in a circle.
"Summoning: Baku!"
*Poof!*
A massive tapir burst into existence—trunk extended, eyes glowing.
*Whiiiiiii!*
Air sucked inward with terrifying force—grass bending toward it, river water rippling backward in reverse waves.
Naruto's cloak snapped violently. His feet stayed rooted, his chakra anchoring him like iron.
He released the tension and charged straight into the suction.
Danzo's eye widened.
Naruto closed the distance in two explosive strides.
Knee slammed into the tapir's trunk—*crunch*—then a spinning heel kick whipped across its skull—*WHAM!*
The summon flew sideways—body tumbling through the air—before it poofed away in smoke. Danzo unsummoned it mid-flight.
'He'll destroy this place. I need to get him out.'
Naruto didn't slow. He leaped forward, landing behind Danzo in a heartbeat.
Danzo spun—arm sweeping in a wide arc.
"Wind Style: Vacuum Blade!"
A wide crescent of cutting wind erupted from his palm—sharp enough to cleave stone.
Naruto ducked under it—wind slicing a shallow line across his shoulder, blood beading instantly—then surged upward.
Rising palm strike cracked into Danzo's chin—*CRACK!*
Danzo's head snapped back. Blood sprayed from his mouth. Another Sharingan eye darkened—permanently sealed.
Izanagi triggered. The damage vanished. Danzo stood whole again.
"Third," Naruto said, voice calm. Danzo's breathing hitched—just for a second.
He stepped back, arm raised, remaining Sharingan eyes spinning wildly.
The sanctuary field lay torn—grass scorched, river muddy, air thick with dust and chakra residue.
Danzo immediately turned heel and began to run for it. He ran up the tall wall, hoping to lead Naruto out ot his Santuary. But become he could even make it even higher Naruto appeared above him.
His foor coming down with an axe kick.
Whack!
He was struck in the face hard as he crashed into the ground.
BOOM
Danzo came up untouched again. Another Sharingan eye on his arm dimmed—fourth one gone. Only six left.
Naruto walked forward slowly, boots sinking into torn grass.
"You can't run, Danzo," he said, voice calm, almost casual. "In all honesty, I have no particular reason for doing this tonight. Well… I was bored. So I decided tonight was the night. I want you to know—it could have been any day. Not just tonight. You were never truly free in the village."
Danzo tried to form seals—fingers trembling.
Naruto was already there.
His fist drove straight into Danzo's gut.
*Kuaaau!*
Blood sprayed from Danzo's mouth. Internal organs ruptured under the Sage-enhanced force. Naruto twisted his fist once—hard—then yanked it free. Danzo doubled over, gasping wetly.
Another eye closed. The body vanished in a ripple of reality.
Five to go.
Danzo reappeared ten meters away, clutching his stomach, breathing ragged.
Naruto tilted his head.
"You use the very same eyes you orchestrated to kill. You harbor the very same hatred for the Uchiha as your master… yet here you are, using their power. Not to mention you even planted one in your own eye." He smirked. "You really are larping as an Uchiha."
Danzo's visible eye narrowed. He straightened slowly—limping forward, shoulders hunched, face twisted in mock pain. He looked old. Senile. Helpless.
"Spare me," he rasped, voice weak. "If you let me go, I promise to leave the Leaf and never bother any of you again."
He shuffled closer—step by limping step—hands raised in surrender.
In his right palm, hidden from view, a curse mark flared faintly—ready to paralyze on contact.
Naruto didn't move. Didn't flinch.
The second Danzo lunged—arm thrusting forward like a spear—Naruto caught his wrist mid-strike.
*Snap.*
Fingers locked around Danzo's forearm like iron.
"Is this how you became a well-known shinobi?" Naruto asked quietly.
Wind chakra flared along his free hand—condensing into a thin, glowing green blade.
*Shink.*
One clean slash.
Danzo's Sharingan arm severed at the elbow—gold clasps clattering to the grass. Blood fountained.
Danzo screamed—raw, guttural.
Naruto didn't hesitate. The wind sword whipped upward in a second arc.
*Slash.*
The blade sliced clean through Danzo's throat.
Blood gurgled. Danzo's eyes widened—hands clawing at the wound.
Then—reality twisted again.
The body vanished.
Danzo reappeared twenty meters away—unscathed, arm regrown, throat intact. Another eye dimmed.
Five became four.
Naruto exhaled through his nose.
'This is getting boring.' He rolled his shoulders once.
Danzo stood there—chest heaving, remaining Sharingan eyes spinning frantically. The old man's composure cracked—just for a second.
Naruto cracked his neck.
Then he started walking forward again—slow, deliberate.
Danzo's hand trembled as he raised it for the next seal.
The grass between them began to die—natural energy draining into Naruto's feet with every step.
TO BE CONTINUED