Chapter 112: Danzō

Two Root ninja moved swiftly, but Fujinaka Genma moved faster.

He didn’t use Flying Thunder God—just a Lightning Release body flicker—and in the blink of an eye, he took them down, one in each hand.

“Danzō, this is hardly a dignified way for Itachi.”

Fujinaka Genma threw the two unconscious Root ninja onto the ground.

Danzō’s face was expressionless: “I am no longer the head of Root.”

“Oh?”

“I see.”

Fujinaka Genma raised an eyebrow, then looked up.

Above him, crossbeams crisscrossed, each lined with Root ninja standing silently, watching him down—as if surrounding him.

“So this is your test of me?”

Fujinaka Genma smiled.

Danzō’s tactic wasn’t clever, but it was direct and effective.

If your own subordinates don’t respect Itachi, what good is being their leader?

Of course.

Danzō knew full well that Anbu couldn’t defeat him—but if a few died in the clash, it would prove Fujinaka Genma was unfit to lead.

Any other man would be helpless today.

But.

Fujinaka Genma’s smile vanished instantly; his gaze turned cold, and his body vanished from where he stood.

“My lord Danzō, watch out!”

The cry had barely left their lips when Fujinaka Genma seized Danzō’s throat and knocked him unconscious with brutal efficiency.

Danzō offered no resistance—he couldn’t.

He never imagined Fujinaka Genma would dare strike him, so he collapsed without a sound, cleanly and swiftly.

In that instant, beneath his contact lenses, his Mangekyo Sharingan opened.

“My lord Danzō!”

“Fujinaka Genma, how dare Itachi attack My Lord Danzō!”

As Danzō fell, shouts erupted—and a dozen Root members nearby lunged at Fujinaka Genma in unison.

“They say Root is one of Konoha’s most elite units, that even Anbu members are drawn from here.”

“Today, I’ll see what kind of trash Itachi really are.”

Fujinaka Genma chuckled—and vanished as he spoke.

The dozen Root ninja attacking him suddenly groaned as two collapsed; the rest struck empty air, then turned—only to see a flash of lightning.

“Too weak.”

He casually knocked out two more Root ninja, then suddenly froze, looking down—see, seals were crawling up his feet.

He’d been caught in a cursed seal.

“Interesting.”

But the next moment, he violently shattered the seal with his Lei Shen mode, raised both hands, and caught two descending katana.

Crack!

He twisted his wrists—the blades snapped. Their eyes met. Fujinaka Genma activated his Mangekyo genjutsu; the two Root ninja slumped, limp.

Sharingan illusions aren’t Amaterasu—these men didn’t warrant such a grand technique.

Then, poison gas spread.

Not gas—poison insects, invisible to the naked eye.

Fujinaka Genma showed no fear—he stepped forward, electric arcs crackling around him, and the “gas” turned to ash.

Thud!

One palm strike—and the oil clan member who released the “gas” collapsed, motionless.

He had the Sharingan open—and was in Lei Shen mode.

Fujinaka Genma entered harvesting mode, moving like lightning, darting everywhere.

He didn’t need Flying Thunder God—his speed and power alone cut through them like reaping wheat.

Root ninja who charged him were like moths to flame, one after another collapsing.

All of them were knocked unconscious.

They were his subordinates, so he held back from killing.

Of course, swollen faces, blackened eyes, lumps on their heads, broken bones—those were unavoidable.

But Fujinaka Genma now saw: Root contained all kinds of talent.

Common elemental natures were all present, and their coordination was excellent.

There were poison specialists, cursed seal users, sealing experts.

There were taijutsu masters, swordsmen.

Too bad they faced a monster.

Ordinary ninjutsu had no effect on Fujinaka Genma.

His Lei Shen mode had improved further after repeated sparring with the Fourth Raikage and Killer B.

His defense was now vastly stronger—even a powerful Wind Release Rasenshuriken might not pierce it, let alone lesser techniques.

And Fujinaka Genma’s speed was extraordinary.

Most couldn’t land a hit; even when they coordinated to temporarily restrict him, they couldn’t break his defense or seal him.

In sealing jutsu, no one here could match Fujinaka Genma.

Moreover, with his Mangekyo Sharingan open, his genjutsu had become ferocious.

Even without using Amaterasu-level illusions, a sudden genjutsu in the flash of combat left few able to resist.

Worse—attempting genjutsu on Fujinaka Genma often backfired, killing the caster.

So.

The battle became utterly one-sided.

Groans, shouts, screams rose and fell in succession.

Root ninja fell, then charged again, one after another, relentless.

Fifteen minutes later.

No one remained standing except Fujinaka Genma.

Of course, he sensed someone inside the Root base watching all of this.

Possibly even Hiruzen Sarutobi, observing through his Telescope Technique.

“Pathetic…”

With a sigh, Fujinaka Genma stepped toward the interior of the Root base.

But as he passed Danzō, Danzō suddenly surged up and attacked.

Snap!

Fujinaka Genma seized Danzō’s wrist, twisted hard—CRACK—the wrist broke. Danzō gasped, sweat bursting from his brow, his kunai falling from his numb hand.

“Attacking me, Danzō? That was the stupidest decision Itachi’ve ever made.”

Fujinaka Genma stared at Danzō, his eyes full of amusement.

Happy!

He’d been looking for an excuse to kill Danzō!

“Itachi—”

Danzō noticed Fujinaka Genma’s gaze—the killing intent in his eyes—and froze in shock.

The next instant, lightning erupted from Fujinaka Genma’s body.

“Ahh—”

Danzō screamed as high-voltage current turned him into charred flesh.

He casually dropped the corpse and kept walking.

But.

The next moment.

Danzō’s body vanished—his unharmed form appeared before Fujinaka Genma like teleportation, a kunai thrust into his heart.

Crack!

Suddenly, a sharp sound rang out.

Danzō looked down, pupils shrinking—“How is this possible?”

“Wind Release counters Lightning Release… yet…”

He stared at the kunai—broken, barely piercing Fujinaka Genma’s outer defense—and his heart reeled.

Wind Release counters Lightning Release. His kunai was specially forged, infused with Wind Release, razor-sharp, unbreakable—and it hadn’t broken through.

Sensing danger, Danzō tried to retreat—but as he moved, he felt his life force draining rapidly, strength slipping away.

He looked down again: Fujinaka Genma’s hand had extended an electric blade, piercing his heart, lightning paralyzing his body—he couldn’t move at all.

“Ahh—”

Danzō roared, summoning his final reserves of life, pulling back violently to tear himself free from the electric blade.

Waa waa waa!

Danzō staggered, spewing blood in great gouts.

He had only one Sharingan eye left—he could no longer use Izanagi.

Fujinaka Genma’s strike didn’t just destroy his heart; the lightning current also ravaged his other organs—he was undoubtedly dead.

At this moment.

Danzō, frenzied, “For a mere child like Itachi to command Root… for Konoha… it’s… a disaster!”

“Old man shall…”

Suddenly.

Danzō tore open his robes, revealing his chest—the Four Symbols Seal emerging.

But immediately, Fujinaka Genma appeared before him, one hand pressed against his abdomen, activating the sealing jutsu.

“Before me, Itachi have no chance!”

Fujinaka Genma whispered, sealing Danzō away before he could fully activate the seal.

Boom!

Danzō fell to the ground, eyes wide open in death.