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Chapter 151: Izanagi? It Only Delays Your Death
"Pfft."
Danzo Shimura spurred a mouthful of blood, his eyes bulging in fury. "When... did you?"
He slowly lowered his head, staring at the bloodstained blade tip protruding from his chest. despite his extreme caution, he hadn't noticed how White Tiger had appeared behind him at all. Silent and presence-less. He only realized the enemy's existence when his chest was already pierced.
But it was too late. The moment of discovery was the moment of death. He couldn't react in time. It only proved one thing: the gap in strength was too vast. White Tiger's power was likely far higher than he had anticipated.
Danzo couldn't think any further. His heart ruptured, blood supply ceased, and his vision darkened as his consciousness sank into chaos. With a dull thud, he fell forward, becoming a lifeless, bloodied corpse.
Konan gazed at the body, her eyes cold. The paper blade in her hand dispersed, turning back into sheets of white paper.
The battle was over. The hall, noisy just moments ago, fell into instant silence. The cold wind howled from the depths of the Root Headquarters like wailing ghosts. She looked toward the source of the sound.
Puchi!
Just as Konan turned her head, a translucent chakra blade suddenly pierced through her chest. The tip emerged, glistening with gore. It was exactly the same way she had just killed Danzo. The roles were instantly reversed. Danzo had weirdly appeared behind her, delivering a fatal blow to her heart. Meanwhile, the corpse that had been lying on the ground vanished unknowingly.
"White Tiger."
Danzo held the Wind Release chakra blade formed from a kunai with both hands. His head was slightly lowered, his gaze sinister, and his voice as cold as a demon, devoid of emotion.
"You didn't expect this old man to revive, did you? Even if you are powerful, in the face of my resurrection jutsu, you can only die with regret!"
He had activated Izanagi from the very beginning. He sneered, "Jiraiya was a fool, but not entirely without value. At least the intelligence regarding you is recorded in Konoha's secret archives. Your Paper Ninjutsu is immune to physical attacks, but my Wind Release chakra blade is enough to shred your heart!"
"Die! You remnant of the Akatsuki, your mistake was coming to seek revenge against me!"
The vacuum blade in his hand suddenly shone brightly. More Wind Release chakra erupted, intending to completely obliterate Konan's life force.
"You think you've won?"
An icy voice suddenly came from above. It was extremely familiar, causing the expressionless Danzo to suddenly change color. He looked up into the air.
It was White Tiger, whom he thought he had just killed! She looked down at him indifferently, as if he were an ant.
Danzo's left pupil shrank violently. "You! You're not dead!!!"
"Could it be..." He hurriedly looked in front of him. "A clone!!"
Before he could finish speaking, the Paper Clone exploded, turning into a massive sheet of white paper that swept back. It wrapped around Danzo with lightning speed and squeezed hard.
Danzo's entire body was like a watermelon crushed by a cart. Blood splattered instantly, bones shattered, and he was reduced to a pile of thin, bloody sludge.
He died once again.
Three seconds later.
Konan looked toward the center of the hall, where the natural energy was fluctuating. Danzo's intact figure condensed from the void, staring at her with an extremely gloomy look.
"It seems you know of the Uchiha's Izanagi, and are not surprised by my resurrection."
He lifted his right arm to check; two Sharingan eyes had already closed. His peripheral vision quickly swept the surroundings, calculating an escape route. In such a short time, he had died twice. He was completely no match for White Tiger. He was the Sixth Hokage of Konoha; he absolutely could not die here. He had to find a way to leave! Only by getting to the outside world could he get support from Konoha ninjas and the Anbu, gaining a sliver of a chance at survival.
However, though Danzo's idea was sound... could he really escape?
Absolutely impossible!
Just then, a sudden change occurred. The entire underground hall began to rotate weirdly. The ground, the surrounding walls, and even the entire ceiling all sprouted extremely sharp stone spikes. They grew longer and thicker at high speed, stabbing toward Danzo standing in the center.
It was Sage Art: Inorganic Reincarnation!!
"What ninjutsu is this??! Ahhh—!"
Danzo screamed in horror. He could no longer think about how to escape; he didn't have the energy. His feet, legs, and even his lower body were pierced by the stone spikes suddenly erupting from the ground. Extreme pain flooded his brain. Even Danzo, known for his coldness, could hardly endure such agony.
It felt like his body was splitting apart... No... his body was really splitting apart!
An extremely conspicuous stone spike pierced through Danzo's torso from his lower body, exiting through the top of his head. It pushed out a mass of red and white gore, a truly miserable sight. Danzo's left eye rolled up, his pupil losing focus from the pain, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth as he died rapidly.
Seconds later, his corpse vanished again, reappearing in a corner of the hall.
"White Tiger!! I—"
Puchi!
It was useless. Whether it was harsh words or a ninjutsu counterattack, Danzo couldn't manage it. He was instantly turned into a hedgehog by stone spikes from all directions and died immediately. The corpse vanished, then revived.
However, no matter which corner of the hall he appeared in, what awaited him was the torture of ten thousand piercing spikes. He couldn't hide, he couldn't escape. It was an extremely painful, repetitive process of death.
Screams of ultimate agony rang out rapidly, only to come to an abrupt halt. Death... Resurrection... Death... Resurrection...
Inside the underground hall, Danzo repeated the cycle of life and death. Although Izanagi was a miracle of resurrection that reversed all injuries, unfortunately, the resurrection point could only be nearby. He couldn't move far away. With the entire hall now within the range of Inorganic Reincarnation, he had nowhere to run.
Izanagi could only delay his time of death; it could not change his ultimate fate.
Konan floated quietly in mid-air, coldly watching Danzo die in various places. Every death, every wail, was the best vent for over a decade of hatred. She even hoped Danzo had more "continuation coins," that he would die a few more times and scream a few more times. The agonizing pain before death, the miserable state of being pierced by thousands of spikes—even if the body revived, the mental memory remained. It would inflict massive psychological trauma on Danzo.
"Ahhh!"
After several more screams of ultimate misery, the Sharingan on Danzo's right arm had completely closed after the last resurrection. The right eye, always hidden in bandages, had long been exposed. After dying a few times, knowing he didn't have time to weave hand signs, he immediately tore off the bandages, intending to use this Mangekyo Sharingan to influence Konan's will.
Unfortunately, it was useless. The Kotoamatsukami of the right eye activated too slowly; it wasn't enough to achieve the desired effect before he was stabbed to death. Moreover, Konan wouldn't necessarily give him the chance to influence her.
Reviving once more, Danzo appeared in a corner of the underground hall again. His old face looked extremely wretched, his aura withering. His body couldn't stop trembling. Even though the stone spikes hadn't stabbed him yet, phantom pains still transmitted clearly from every part of his body.
The Mangekyo in his right eye had turned a pale white. This was his last resurrection. If he died again, he would truly be dead...
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