Absolute Justice in Naruto

Just as Danzō reeled in shock, his pupils reflected the crimson figure of Uchiha Chizumi closing the distance in a blink. Startled, Danzō dodged at once while his hands flashed through seals.

"Wind Style—"

Danzō drew a huge breath, his chest swelling exaggeratedly, then expelled it with force.

"Vacuum Sphere!!!"

Even now, he still did not tear off the bandages wrapped around him.

If he revealed the many Sharingan embedded in his body in broad daylight, every Kekkei Genkai clan in Konoha would brand Danzō an enemy.

After all, no one wanted a "Kekkei Genkai hunter" lurking inside the village.

The Wind‑release chakra packed in his mouth fired like a machine‑gun burst toward Uchiha Chizumi.

Each "Vacuum Sphere" was half the size of an infant's fist, and when they struck nearby buildings they punched neat round holes clear through the thick walls!

But…

When volley after volley hit Uchiha Chizumi, it looked as if pebbles were being tossed into water. Magma "splashes" flew up, yet the strange Lava‑Style armor could not be pierced.

Drip… drip…

Each step Chizumi took left blazing footprints on the ground; the sulfur in the air was already thick enough to make one faint.

"Damn it—this really is like the Hōzuki clan's Hydrification Technique… A Kekkei Genkai that lets the user turn into a natural element and shrug off most physical attacks?"

"At the very least, my Wind Style hardly works on him!"

Danzō's face was ashen. His sinister eyes flickered with unease.

"No… there's no such thing as an invincible jutsu—there has to be a weakness…"

"That monkey Hiruzen may be soft, but he'd never tolerate an uncontrollable Uchiha with no weaknesses."

A thought struck him: the only time Chizumi had ever blocked ninjutsu was when two Root operatives used Water Style against him.

That's it—Water Style!

Could water be this "inherently evil" Uchiha brat's weakness?

Danzō wasn't a Water‑style specialist, but that didn't mean he couldn't use it.

Suddenly—

He saw Chizumi raise an arm; one molten finger pointed straight at him, power seemingly dammed up and ready to burst.

"Not good!"

In that very instant searing jets of magma blasted from Chizumi's fingertip—countless mini lava bullets arcing straight at Danzō.

"Lava Style: Molten Hail."

Danzō's pupils contracted. He raced through hand seals and slammed both palms to the ground:

"Water Style: Water Formation Wall!!!"

A wall of water surged upward.

Magma bullets hammered the water wall; the sulfur stench and scalding steam left Danzō drenched in cold sweat. Had he been half a second slower, he would have been forced to use his Sharingan to evade.

Damn it! Half my power lies in Wind Style, the other half in Sharingan and Wood Style. One is useless on that evil Uchiha brat and the other two I can't show in public!

A stabbing pain in his left ear made him seethe. Never had he felt so shackled.

If only the fight were elsewhere; if only I'd prepared, or brought more Root agents—I could have killed this brat!

After all, a year ago he'd killed Uchiha Shisui in just such a manner. No Uchiha prodigy could stand against overwhelming numbers and hidden schemes.

Today's clash, however, was far too sudden—nothing like the Shisui incident.

Just then, through the semi‑transparent water wall he glimpsed a vast crimson glow ahead.

"Lava Style: Great Eruption!"

A magma fist the size of a house barreled toward the wall, melting the very ground. The volcanic impact shattered the water barrier instantly, vaporizing every drop.

In Danzō's eyes, the moment the fist broke through it expanded several times over—a colossal lava flood that seemed like a magma tsunami bearing down on him.

—Izanagi!!!

Danzō could no longer hesitate. Whether to save his own life or to kill this evil Uchiha, he had to unleash the power of the Sharingan.

The torrent of lava swallowed his aged body in an instant; human flesh cannot withstand such heat. In less than a second his body vaporized, the rolling magma erasing half a street.

Danzō died.

And yet he did not.

The forbidden Sharingan technique Izanagi rewrites any unfavorable reality—including death itself. The eye used goes blind, and the effect lasts a full minute.

When the transplanted Sharingan beneath his bandage finally closed, moisture in the air coalesced into a human shape. Danzō, resurrected, wore a thunderous expression—murder in his eyes.

"Danzō!!!"

"Stop this!!!"

At that moment figures flashed onto the street, surrounding the entire area—Konoha Anbu operatives, three squads, led by Hiruzen Sarutobi.

Gazing at the ravaged street and breathing the acrid air, Hiruzen coughed. His wrinkled face looked anything but calm.

"Danzō! What are you doing?!"

With Kakashi and other ANBU guards behind him, Hiruzen strode into the fray, hands clasped behind his back.

"This is Konoha! Are you trying to destroy the village, Danzō?!"

Danzō: "???"

He could understand the "monkey" being drawn by such chaos—what he could not fathom was being interrogated the instant Hiruzen arrived.

"Sarutobi, what's the meaning of this?!"

Grinding his teeth, he barked, "On what grounds do you say I'm destroying Konoha? On the contrary—if I kill this ambitious Uchiha brat today, I'll be saving the village!"

He jabbed a finger at Uchiha Chizumi.

"That inherently evil Uchiha just tried to use the Sharingan to control the Nine‑Tails' jinchūriki and replay the disaster from years ago! Had I not been there to witness it, Konoha would already be in ruins!"

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