"He actually dodged it?"
The Raikage's guards were stunned.
They knew exactly how devastating this move was. It had been developed specifically to counter Namikaze Minato's speed—designed to settle old scores. The technique was meant to strike and kill him either before he could activate the Flying Thunder God Technique or immediately after its use.
Even Killer B, the Jinchūriki of the Eight-Tails, couldn't dodge it unprepared. And Raikage still hadn't fully mastered it yet.
"Get ready to assist..."
"Understood."
The guards also understood how much strain this technique placed on the body. Even for someone with Raikage's physical strength, the explosive force couldn't be sustained for long.
Noticing the movement of Raikage's guards in the distance, Danzō flexed his stiff arms.
"I was just about to get serious, and you're already at your limit?"
The Raikage didn't move but ground his teeth in frustration at Danzō's taunts.
"You'll die for this..." His hair stood on end, his entire body trembling. His eyes became bloodshot, making him look terrifying.
"Is that so? But you might die before me. Raikage doesn't seem to be a long-lived title..."
Danzō sounded casual, but his body remained tense, his senses heightened. His left eye's Sharingan locked firmly onto Raikage's movements. Despite his confidence, even Danzō couldn't deny a flicker of danger from the Raikage's explosive power. But it wouldn't last long.
The Raikage's guards broke away from their main force, and the disturbance among the Kumogakure troops spread.
"It's our turn." Pakura's voice held a hint of excitement as her battle aura steadily intensified. She turned to Ikawa Kamimi beside her, her pressure growing stronger.
"Women like you—weaklings—should look up to the strong. I'll remember you."
Her lips curled into a cold, wicked smile before she charged into battle alongside Itachi.
Ikawa Kamimi only regained her senses after they had gone, gasping for air. Cold sweat drenched her back. Pakura's unrestrained killing intent and oppressive pressure had pushed her to the edge of death.
"She's... Kage-level?" Kamimi found it hard to believe she had caught the attention of such a terrifying opponent.
Why? What did I do?
Beside her, Hyūga Zensuke glanced at her with a trace of sympathy in his eyes.
Suddenly, the Raikage vanished from the battlefield's center.
Danzō, with his Sharingan active, caught faint afterimages.
That was enough. His hands flew into action, completing the seals instantly.
"Wind Style: Vacuum Great Sphere!"
No need for precise aim—just overwhelming area coverage.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
A massive wall of wind blades surged forward, cutting through the air visibly.
The Raikage didn't dodge. He charged straight at Danzō, intent on taking the attack head-on.
"Planning to brute-force through it?"
The Vacuum Great Sphere wasn't as penetrative as the Vacuum Wave, but its wider range made evasion difficult. As one of Danzō's signature jutsu, he was confident it could cut through the Raikage's body.
Sparks of electricity intensified around the Raikage's body.
"Guillotine Drop!" His voice sounded distorted as he roared.
The Raikage's speed surged in an instant—too fast for even the Sharingan to lock onto.
He barreled through the wind blade barrier, leaving behind a spray of blood mist but not slowing down.
In a split second, the two figures crossed paths.
CRACK!
Danzō's torso was split in half from the chest down. The force hurled his broken body into the air like a rag doll before it crashed to the ground.
Raikage dropped to one knee, blood pouring from his body as he gasped for air. His skin was torn and battered all over, but the injuries were only surface-level.
The electricity around him dissipated, leaving his face twisted with pain. The sudden burst of energy had put an immense strain on his body.
But what filled his eyes now was disbelief.
"How...?"
"Are you asking about my real body? Or when I used the clone?"
Danzō's voice came from behind him. Strange runes slithered like tadpoles across Raikage's body.
The "Danzō" on the ground turned to wood, revealing itself as a Mokuton clone.
"But I had you locked on the whole time... That clone..."
Raikage couldn't accept what he was seeing. He was in complete shock, his mind reeling. He'd actually been captured—tricked by a clone, no less.
He couldn't move, and his chakra felt sealed. This was real.
"You don't know much about Konoha's history, do you? You'll learn more when you're my guest." Danzō offered no further explanation.
Facing the Sharingan head-on and still smashing through half of a Mokuton clone's chakra—it was reckless, Danzō admitted.
Even with his Lightning Release Chakra protecting him from most genjutsu, Danzō's powerful mind and Sharingan could still slip in simple suggestions.
And Mokuton clones? Even Uchiha Madara struggled to tell them apart. Raikage had no chance.
Danzō could only think: He lost fair and square.
The Raikage's guards, rushing to the scene, were shocked beyond belief. So much had changed in just an instant.
The Konoha elder, whom they thought Raikage had killed, had turned the tables and captured him instead.
A flash of orange flame blocked the guards' path.
"You can't disturb the boss," Pakura said, emerging from the flames.
"Move aside! I'll handle her. You three—help Lord Raikage!"
"Lightning Style: Surge Strike!"
Electricity crackling around his fists, the guard charged at Pakura.
If Danzō had seen this, he would have shaken his head in disdain.
Pakura's Scorch Release was something even he approached cautiously.
Her Scorch Release activated, and this kind of taijutsu fighter wouldn't even get close before burning to ash.
Danzō had described her as a high-attack, low-defense mage. The best strategy? Strike her down before she could react.
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