Since we have fought side by side before, I will not do anything to you, Jiraiya.
But you have to recognize one thing—I am not someone who can be provoked by just anyone!
This is the fate of Danzo!
Uchiha Shin declared, manipulating the wooden tendrils of his Mokuton to drag Danzo in front of him.
Danzo glared up at Uchiha Shin with unbridled fury, his restrained body trembling with anger. But bound tightly and his mouth forcibly gagged, he couldn't utter a single word.
Now, Danzo had been deprived of the ability to escape into death.
"Tsukuyomi!"
Shin's Mangekyō Sharingan, shaped like an eight-pointed star, spun into activation. In the next instant, Danzo's vision twisted into a blood-red wasteland.
Chains materialized from the void, impaling his limbs and suspending him in the air.
"AHHHHH!!!"
The sensation of metal piercing his flesh, stretching open his wounds, sent waves of agony through him. Cold sweat poured from his forehead, yet despite the pain, Danzo remained silent, realizing he had been cast into an illusion crafted by Shin's Sharingan.
"Hahaha! Welcome to my world, Danzo."
Uchiha Shin sat opposite Danzo on a newly conjured throne of crimson crystal. Within the realm of Tsukuyomi, Shin was god—able to manipulate time, space, and even Danzo's very perception of reality.
And death… death was far too merciful for what Shin had planned.
"Filthy Uchiha brat! If you think you can break me, you're sorely mistaken!" Danzo spat, or at least attempted to. The moment his lips parted, thick black threads sewed his mouth shut, the needles piercing his gums and sealing his defiance.
His face twisted in pain.
But Shin only smirked. "Oh, this is just the beginning."
Snap!
With a snap of Shin's fingers, an eerie melody flooded the air.
"Ding ding ding ding ding! Young man, I said young man… YMCA—hiss."
A curtain unfurled behind Shin. Danzo's eyes twitched at the unfamiliar song, but a deep, primal dread rooted itself in his gut.
Then the curtain lifted.
Four massive figures emerged, their muscular, oiled bodies glistening in the crimson haze.
But it was their faces—familiar yet horrifying—that sent a shudder through Danzo's soul.
Sarutobi Hiruzen. Mitokado Homura. Utatane Koharu. Akimichi Tōfu.
Each bore the visage of Konoha's elders, yet their nearly unclothed bodies exuded a grotesque sensuality. Their lecherous grins, their suggestive postures—it was a sight so deeply wrong that Danzo's breath hitched.
His body trembled in its chains, not from pain, but from something far more disturbing.
"W-What the hell is this?! What are you planning, you damn brat!?"
The music swelled. The four figures stepped forward, each brandishing… props.
Danzo's wide eyes locked onto Sarutobi Hiruzen, who held a durian in his wrinkled hands.
"Y-You… what are you going to do with that?!"
He had endured brutal interrogations, assassinations, and war itself—but never had he faced something so incomprehensibly terrifying.
Shin chuckled darkly. "Oh, Danzo… I'm simply preparing a feast for you."
He leaned forward, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "I handcrafted these beauties myself. Each one has been given a unique… skill set. Their endurance is legendary, their patience unmatched… and their secret weapons?"
He gestured to the durian in Hiruzen's grasp. "Well… I'll let you find out."
Danzo's throat went dry. His mind raced. He had no idea what the durian was for, but instinct screamed that he did not want to find out.
Before he could protest, Shin snapped his fingers once more, accelerating time within the illusion.
To the outside world, less than a second had passed.
Inside Tsukuyomi, however, three months of relentless torment unfolded.
When Shin finally released the illusion, his Sharingan ached, his vision blurred from the immense chakra strain.
But he smiled.
Danzo collapsed to the ground, twitching. His once sharp, calculating eyes were now vacant, his face a frozen mask of horror. His body spasmed as he lost all control, urine and feces leaking from him as he half-knelt, his limbs trembling violently.
Not a single word escaped his lips.
The silence was deafening.
Every shinobi present watching the scene felt a collective shudder run down their spines. The air grew heavy with unspoken terror, their expressions shifting between shock, fear, and barely contained nausea.
Shin himself didn't know what had transpired within the illusion's time-warped torment—nor did he want to.
But judging by Danzo's shattered mind, the four "elders" had thoroughly… exhausted their entertainment.
"Tsk, tsk. Looks like you're past the point of being fun," Shin mused, sighing as he formed a hand seal.
Black flames erupted, engulfing Danzo's body in Amaterasu's inextinguishable blaze.
The man who had orchestrated the Uchiha Massacre, who had dictated Konoha's darkest operations, burned away in absolute silence.
As the flames consumed his remains, Shin turned his gaze toward the assembled Konoha shinobi. Some clenched their fists in anger, others averted their eyes in fear, while a few—those who had suffered under Danzo's rule—held expressions of grim satisfaction.
Shin smiled pleasantly, the picture of composed elegance, as he offered them their choices.
"I will give you three options. First, submit to me, and I swear upon my name that neither you nor your families will be harmed. Life in Konoha will proceed as usual.
Second, rebel against me. But be prepared to face the consequences.
Third, walk away. Leave Konoha behind. I will not stop you."
His voice was gentle, almost soothing, yet every word carried an unspoken threat.
A beat of silence passed before an enraged voice cut through the tension.
"Damn Uchiha brat! The world will hear of your treachery! Konoha will never accept you as its ruler!"
Sarutobi Sasuke, Hiruzen's father, stood trembling with fury, his aged features contorted in rage.
"You think the Fire Daimyō will allow this? He will summon his forces to strike you down! The shinobi nations will brand you a traitor and—"
Shin's Sharingan flickered ominously as he took a single step forward.
"Are you certain you wish to test me, old man?"
Sasuke fell silent, his lips parting, but no words came.
The message was clear. This was no longer the Konoha they once knew.
Uchiha Shin had taken over, and the age of Danzo's rule was over.
A new era had begun.
One forged in blood, fire… and fear.
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