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Chapter 47: Burning
🕑 Added 2025-08-22 15:10:55 +0000 UTC
The eerie, twisted trees surrounding Danzo seemed almost alive, their withered branches writhing and expanding with a terrifying autonomy. Each gnarled limb slithered like a serpent, crawling into every corner of Konoha Village. Roots stretched outward, digging deep into the earth, creating a vast, suffocating network that gradually enshrouded the village in shadow.
Root members, following Danzo's precise orders, retreated swiftly yet methodically, leaving only the most trusted core members to hold their positions beside him. Every movement was deliberate, every step measured, as if they were extensions of Danzo’s own will.
From the village itself, Konoha ninja mobilized in response. Led by Tsunade, they hurled themselves into the fray, determined to halt the rampant spread of the withered trees. Tsunade’s fists were weapons of devastation; each strike could level entire sections of the cursed vegetation. Explosions of earth and splintered wood accompanied her relentless onslaught.
Yet no matter how fiercely she attacked, the trees responded with uncanny speed. Branches and roots regrew almost instantaneously, denser and more entangled than before. Tsunade’s monumental efforts began to feel futile, as though the forest itself resisted her assault.
At the epicenter, Danzo stood with countless crimson Sharingan embedded across his body, each pulsating with a malevolent, chilling light. The sinister aura emanating from his eyes made even Senju Tobirama, the Second Hokage, shiver. An instinctive dread crept into Tobirama’s mind. The current Danzo was performing a jutsu of unfathomable danger—something that directly linked to the violent growth of the withered trees.
Elsewhere, Tobirama noticed Hiruzen Sarutobi had completely abandoned hope. His mentor and former ally lay weakened and listless, no longer able—or willing—to aid in the fight. A deep breath filled Tobirama’s lungs as his expression hardened, cold resolve settling over him like iron. He quickly formed a series of hand signs, his strategy already taking shape.
Mutual Exploding Tag Jutsu.
In an instant, countless exploding tags materialized around Danzo, raining down like a relentless storm. They clung to him, surrounding his body entirely. He had completed meticulous preparations, unaware or uncaring of Tobirama’s encroaching attack.
Water Release followed immediately. Razor-sharp blades of water cut through the air in a crisscross pattern, isolating Danzo within a cage of precise, unrelenting force. Tobirama had no room for hesitation; he knew that eliminating this former disciple was the only way to protect Konoha.
Danzo, however, did not glance at Tobirama. His gaze remained locked on Hiruzen Sarutobi. Slowly, deliberately, he stepped forward, seemingly unfazed by the water blades or the explosive tags bearing down on him.
“Hiruzen…” Danzo’s voice was low, hoarse, imbued with years of restrained emotion. “Hokage… is it truly about burning oneself to illuminate Konoha? But now… you don’t even have the courage to kill me.”
Hiruzen lifted his head to meet Danzo’s gaze. The memories of decades of war, political strife, and difficult compromises flashed before his eyes. Bonds and friendships that had taken years to form now seemed unbearably fragile.
“Danzo…” he whispered, voice trembling.
Danzo drew the withered wooden sword in his hand slowly, the tip pointing downward as if inviting Hiruzen to strike. “Kill me, Hiruzen. You are the Hokage… Tobirama Sensei is merely a resurrected body. You decide.”
Hiruzen’s heart quaked violently. He recalled every battle, every strategy, and every secret Danzo had executed for the good—or ill—of the village. The weight of decades of loyalty and betrayal pressed down on him, threatening to shatter his resolve.
The Sharingan in Danzo’s palm glowed with intense focus, locking eyes with Hiruzen. It was a gaze that pierced not just flesh, but the very heart, demanding a resolution. And in that moment, Hiruzen realized he could no longer retreat.
Tears streamed down his face, yet beneath them arose a resolute will, intertwined with anguish and determination. Slowly, he rose, reclaiming the mantle he had once almost abandoned.
“I’m sorry, Danzo…” he whispered, voice quivering but firm.
With a swift motion, Hiruzen seized the withered wooden sword from Danzo. In a single decisive strike, he severed Danzo’s head with precision. Blood erupted from the wound, yet for a fleeting second, time seemed to shudder. The death of Danzo, even momentarily, sent tremors through the very fabric of the Ninja World.
Two Sharingan on Danzo’s body closed simultaneously. Their power, long tethered to desire and ambition, was released into the world.
Kakashi, returning to the village with Jiraiya, felt a sudden, violent pounding in his chest as if an invisible force had brushed against his soul. Far away, in the Land of Rice Fields, Uchiha Obito also felt an abnormal heartbeat. He withdrew a small bottle, observing Uchiha Gen’s Sharingan.
At that instant, the Sharingan began spinning rapidly, releasing power unprecedented in its intensity. Uchiha Gen’s words echoed clearly in Obito’s mind:
"When the owner of the Mangekyo Sharingan enhanced by my left eye dies, the concepts and desires he possessed during life will permanently transform into the power of my right eye..."
Danzo was dead. Even if only for a fleeting moment, his death had set into motion forces beyond comprehension.
The withered trees surged wildly, spreading over more than half of Konoha. Shadows engulfed streets, homes, and lives, snuffing out sound and light in an instant.
Within the Konoha Ninja Academy, the faint text Uchiha Gen had left behind appeared again on his old homework papers:
"Danzo and Hiruzen… both sought to become Hokage and illuminate the village. The shadow of the fire will illuminate the village, and then new leaves will sprout again. This is the dream of every Hokage."
Suddenly, a terrifying heat erupted from the heart of Konoha, spreading like an unstoppable inferno. Streets, buildings, and lives were engulfed. Flames devoured the withered trees, turning the village into a hellscape. Shockwaves shattered walls and earth alike, and screams of panic echoed across every corner.
Kakashi, watching from a distance, could only stare in horror and awe. “What… what exactly is happening?” he whispered, breath caught in his throat.
The death of Danzo had permanently transformed his desire to become Hokage into a formidable, tangible power within Uchiha Gen’s right eye. Obito, clutching the Sharingan, hesitated: which eye was in his hand—left or right? All he knew was that the power had surged once more, granting him and Kakashi abilities far beyond their previous limits.
Meanwhile, Hiruzen Sarutobi collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the burning village, wracked with pain and despair. He had ended the life of his lifelong friend and rival—and had, inadvertently, ignited this catastrophe.
“Danzo…” he murmured, voice heavy with regret. “What… what have you done?”
As Konoha became a world of fire, the very light that once illuminated the village had transformed into a raging blaze of destruction.
And then, at the outskirts, Danzo’s figure reappeared. He surveyed the inferno with a calm, contemplative expression. The Root operatives gathered around him, their presence unwavering. Two Sharingan had been consumed, their energy spent.
“Let’s go,” Danzo said quietly, his voice steady. “We will leave Konoha for now. One day, I will return… as Hokage.”
Kakashi, gazing at the flames, whispered to himself, repeating the ancient words he had heard countless times:
"The shadow of the fire will illuminate the village, and then new leaves will sprout again…"
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