Danzo didn't know how long he had been fighting, nor how many enemies he had killed.
However, under the relentless onslaught of the Kumogakure ninjas, who initially numbered over a thousand but have now grown to two thousand, he has accumulated countless wounds.
Deep ones! Shallow ones! Bleeding ones! Charred ones!
There were blade wounds, and there were also traces left by Ninjutsu.
Once the number of ninja reached a certain scale, ten, one hundred, one thousand, even ten thousand, the difficulty no longer increased through simple addition, but geotrically.
After all, not everyone was Hashirama Senju or Madara Uchiha, possessing power capable of overwhelming the many with the few, suppressing an entire nation or a major ninja village on their own.
For ordinary ninja, numbers often determined life and death, victory and defeat.
In today's Shinobi World, if one were to ask who could endure the longest and achieve the most glorious feats while being besieged by a ninja army, aside from Minato Namikaze, who wielded the Flying Thunder God Technique and ca and went without a trace, it was probably only the third Raikage.
Even if his strength could not necessarily be said to firmly rank first among the five Kage, that body known as the strongest shield granted him an almost invincible margin for error.
To the vast majority of ninja in the current Shinobi World, and to the overwhelming majority of attacks, he was like an elephant being bitten by mosquitoes, utterly incapable of being shaken in the slightest.
But Danzo Shimura was different.
Even if he had untied the knot in his heart, even if his will had ascended, even if at this mont even the third Raikage could not afford to underestimate his strength, the reality before him remained; even if the third Raikage were surrounded by an army of over ten thousand n attacking without regard for cost, he could still battle for three days and three nights.
But he, trapped here by two thousand Kumogakure ninja, perhaps could not even last half an hour.
Because his margin for error was far too low.
Every incoming kunai, every descending ninja blade, every released Ninjutsu, he had to pay attention to all of them, had to dodge, had to block, because every single attack could inflict real damage upon him.
Not only was his defense far inferior to the third Raikage's, but his strength, speed, and reactions were also likewise inferior.
What he could rely upon was only decades of accumulated combat experience, godlike mastery of Wind Style, and that blazing fire of hot blood that had rediscovered its original heart and would never extinguish even at the very last mont!
"Hah!"
Danzo heavily exhaled a rough breath. White mist condensed within the cold night sky. His lungs burned as though scorched by fire, his arms trembled slightly from the endless blade swings, and the dizziness from blood loss began striking his consciousness in waves.
But the hand gripping his blade remained steady as a rock.
His gaze swept over the crowd surging forward once again, and suddenly the corners of his mouth curled into an arc that could hardly be called a smile.
"Co."
He muttered softly, not knowing whether he spoke to the enemy or himself.
"Let experience the feeling the teacher had back then."
The mont those words fell, not only did he not retreat, but he instead charged forward violently. His right hand swung the blade in a rapid slash while his left hand ford seals at high speed during the charge.
The blade was about to slash toward the two Village Hidden in the Cloud Chunin charging at the very front.
But at that exact mont, a completely genuine sense of danger surged within his heart.
The right side!
The direction that had beco an absolute blind spot due to the loss of his right eye!
Storm Style: Laser Circus!
A laser beam wrapped in pale electric arcs tore through the night like lightning, shooting from the dead angle of his vision at nearly teleportation speed!
The one who attacked was Village Hidden in the Cloud's top-tier Jonin, Toroi.
At this mont, he had already arrived with reinforcents, and the instant he acted, it was a silent killing blow!
Danzo's heart shook violently. Instinctively, he tried to twist aside and evade, but the two Kumogakure ninja before him suddenly charged forward like madn, disregarding their own lives and using their bodies as locks to completely block his escape route!
Whoosh!
At the critical mont, Danzo violently twisted his body. The Storm Style beam grazed the outside of his left arm, his clothes instantly carbonized, searing pain erupting from his flesh as his movents stalled for an instant.
Before he could even steady himself…
"Lightning Style: Lightning Snake!"
"Lightning Style: Lightning Ball!"
"Lightning Style: Lightning Spear!"
Blinding lightning attacks crossed toward him from multiple directions, illuminating Danzo's entire body in a deathly white glow.
He had no ti even to breathe. He could only rely upon decades of combat instinct, continuously dodging and weaving within split-second flashes of lightning, narrowly evading another wave of attacks.
But at the instant he twisted aside to avoid a Lightning Ball, dozens of specially shaped square shuriken tore through the air along bizarre trajectories!
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The katana in Danzo Shimura's hand carved out a semicircular blade arc, fiercely colliding with the shuriken. Sparks exploded everywhere as he blocked all the incoming square shuriken.
At that mont, three even larger square shuriken suddenly shot toward him simultaneously from three vicious blind angles!
Danzo abruptly shifted his footing and dashed left. The shuriken narrowly brushed past his head, the sharp wind severing several strands of hair at his temples.
Yet a bizarre scene occurred.
The three shuriken that had just been avoided suddenly halted midair, as though their trajectories had been forcibly twisted by invisible gravity. At angles completely violating the laws of physics, they carved sharp turns through the air and slashed toward him once again!
At the sa ti, the katana in his right hand suddenly transmitted a bizarre and violent pulling force!
It felt as though countless invisible hands were gripping the blade, dragging it toward so direction. In that instant, his sword swing uncontrollably stalled for half a beat.
Magnet Style: Conserving Bee Twin Blades!
This was Toroi's pride technique, divided into two stages of attack.
The first stage: touch the enemy or their weapon and apply a magnetic mark.
The second stage: Once marked, the target could never escape the attacks of magnetically charged tools again!
And during that instant of blocking just now, the katana in Danzo Shimura's hand had already unknowingly been branded with an invisible magnetic mark.
'Not good!'
Danzo Shimura's pupils shrank violently, and he imdiately decided to let go of the hilt.
But within just that blink of an eye, for ordinary people, this was rely the gap between breaths.
But for ninja fighting upon the battlefield, especially for Danzo Shimura, who was under constant siege, he had already lost far too much ti!
"Die!!"
Several black shadows that had been waiting for their chance burst forth from Danzo's right-side blind spot like black lightning. Holding ninja blades, their blade light carried icy killing intent as they slashed with full force toward his neck, which had been completely exposed due to the brief delay in his movent!
Whoosh!!
A cold glint flashed, and blood splattered.
An arm tightly gripping a katana traced a tragic arc through the air before crashing heavily into a pool of blood with a clang.
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