In the underground laboratory beneath the Hokage Building, within the domain of Root—
Wooden shelves lined the dimly lit space, packed with jars and bottles containing Sharingan eyes—twenty-four in total. Among them, one had already turned dull and lifeless, the red hue faded to gray. There were seven fully developed three-tomoe Sharingan; the rest varied between two-tomoe and one-tomoe forms.
These were the eyes harvested from fallen Uchiha shinobi—ninja who perished returning from a mission in the Land of the Daimyo.
Danzo Shimura lay on the operating table, his body still but his mind razor-sharp.
He issued a final command before the procedure began.
"Listen closely. Once the operation starts, no matter what I do or say, you are not to stop. Only abort if your lives are in danger."
"Yes, sir!"
Three Root medical staff stood ready, clad in yellow lab coats, white masks, and surgical caps.
The operation commenced.
Anesthetic was injected. Monitoring equipment was connected—tracking Danzo's pulse and heartbeat in real time.
"The first Sharingan transplant—beginning now."
The process moved quickly. One by one, the three-tomoe Sharingan were removed from the shelves and grafted onto Danzo's body.
"Transplant number five—commencing."
But the moment the fifth Sharingan was embedded into Danzo's arm, the heart monitor began to scream.
His heart rate spiked—nearly 200 beats per minute. Warning alarms blared.
Danzo's unconscious face twisted into a feral grimace. His right arm began to wither at the shoulder, the skin cracking and paling.
"Quick! His Yin and Yang chakra are unbalanced! Inject Hashirama's cell fluid!"
One of the medics swiftly prepared a syringe and, watching the readings, slowly injected a light green fluid into Danzo's bloodstream.
106... 103... 84…
His vitals stabilized. The balance of Yin and Yang chakra slowly returned to equilibrium.
After more than thirty minutes, the operation was complete.
A medic placed his glowing palm over Danzo's body, using the Mystical Palm Technique to heal the surgical damage.
Danzo's eyes flickered open.
He stepped off the table and immediately felt it—the surge of chakra swelling through him like a storm. His reserves had tripled.
He raised his right arm.
Seven three-tomoe Sharingan opened along the length of it—glowing scarlet.
Danzo studied his arm—its chalk-white skin and its unmatched power.
A perfect limb.
This... was Orochimaru's work.
The fusion of Uchiha eyes and Senju flesh—an arm born of two legendary lineages.
He unwrapped the bandages from his right eye, revealing his Mangekyō Sharingan.
Danzo approached a mirror and gazed upon himself with grim satisfaction.
Wood Release... Mangekyō Sharingan... He now possessed the pinnacle of both the Uchiha and Senju clans.
Who in Konoha could possibly stand against him now?
Shisui... it's a pity. He never acquired Shisui's other eye. Most likely destroyed by Shisui himself.
Without it, Danzo had no way to observe the full scope of the Uchiha's Susanoo.
Finished admiring himself, Danzo stepped out into the hallway.
There, more than thirty elite Root operatives waited, led by Aburame Ryoma.
Danzo's eyes narrowed when he noticed Ryoma's right arm was gone.
Ryoma immediately dropped to one knee.
"Lord Danzo! I underestimated Uchiha Jikura—he used the forbidden technique, Izanagi, and caught me off guard."
"But rest assured, Lord Danzo. The Aburame rely on insect control to fight—losing an arm won't affect my capabilities much. Besides... I've already brought Aburame Tone into Root's training camp. In a few years, he will surpass even me."
Danzo's expression shifted.
Aburame Tone... That name stirred a pleased glint in his eye.
Tone was the surviving son of Aburame Shiwei's late brother, a prodigy who had inherited Shiwei's black venomous insects. Danzo remembered how he had once tried to claim both Tone and Shino under the authority of the Hokage's warrant—but the clan refused.
He had settled for a less talented child.
Yet now, against all odds, Ryoma had brought the boy to him.
A weapon, hidden in the shadows, ready to be molded.
Danzo nodded.
"Very well. Then I won't punish you for losing the three-tomoe Sharingan. Go. They'll graft you a new arm."
Ryoma had delivered Tone and completed his mission—and for that, Danzo rewarded him with a limb.
What more could he want?
Danzo smirked.
For loyal pawns, praise was a gift greater than gold.
Just then, a sharp voice rang out, shattering Danzo's reverie.
"Who dares disturb me right after surgery?!"
A Root ninja in a cat-faced ANBU mask dropped to one knee, panting.
"I deeply apologize, Lord Danzo. I deserve to die... but the matter is urgent!"
Danzo frowned.
"Well? Speak. What has you trembling like a civilian child?"
He felt invincible now—his new Sharingan, his Senju-enhanced body... He was no longer just Danzo.
He was Danzo ProMax.
"Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Fugaku, and Uchiha Hikaru just attacked Root Headquarters!"
Danzo scoffed.
"So three Uchiha launched an attack. What of it?"
Smack!
He slapped the masked ninja hard enough to crack the porcelain.
"You call that urgent?! Why didn't you lead with this?!"
"Everyone—prepare for battle! Aburame, you're with us! The operation's on hold—we return to Root!"
Danzo and over thirty Root elites raced to the forest behind the Hokage Rock.
The moment they entered the underground base—
The scent of ash and burning flesh filled their nostrils.
The heavy steel doors were kicked off their hinges. Guards at the entrance lay dead, charred beyond recognition.
The entire base had fallen silent.
Danzo stepped forward. What he saw ignited a rage he hadn't felt in years.
Skeletons and smoldering ash—his elite Root operatives reduced to nothing.
"Impossible... Just three Uchiha, and mid-ranked at that? How could they destroy this place and vanish so quickly?"
The cat-masked ninja dropped to his knees again.
"Lord Danzo... when I fled to report this, I saw Uchiha Hikaru's eyes. The three tomoe… they weren't normal. They showed... something else."
Smack!!
Danzo's hand lashed out once more, sending the man sprawling unconscious.
But this time, his face was twisted in something darker than fury—greed.
"Another Mangekyō Sharingan... That damned Uchiha Hikaru..."
"Looks like I still have a chance to witness the Susanoo… the power of a god."
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