Chapter 66: How Many Eyes Do You Have Left to Waste On Me?

When Danzō hurriedly cast a disbelieving glance toward the direction where Dream Mō had been, all he saw was a vast, tsunami-like surge of lava—engulfing Dream Mō’s colossal form entirely.

Like a bucket of boiling water poured onto a fluffy cotton ball, Danzō watched helplessly as Dream Mō’s body deflated before his eyes, visibly shrinking as if every last breath of air had been squeezed out.

Then, the molten torrent cascaded across the earth, setting the ground ablaze with roaring flames.

Dream Mō was gone—this was the undeniable truth etched into Danzō’s vision.

He could feel clearly it wasn’t some last-second, unilateral release of the summoning technique.

No—this was different.

The lava’s terrifying heat had vaporized Dream Mō’s body—completely.

His summon beast…

Was dead.

Just as it had once “killed” Danzō, Uchiha Iizumi had slain Dream Mō.

But while Danzō had the Uchiha clan’s Izanagi to rewrite reality, Dream Mō had only time to scream once—before meeting his end.

Now, the molten lava scattered across the ground rapidly coalesced into a human shape.

Uchiha Iizumi stood whole and unharmed within Danzō’s line of sight, slowly turning to face him.

Dark blood trickled from the corners of Danzō’s mouth—his teeth clenched too hard in fury.

Yet, under the one-minute influence of Izanagi, within the blink of an eye, the wound vanished as if nothing had happened.

“Uchiha Iizumi!”

He was seething with rage.

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Hiruzen Sarutobi’s heart sank deeper with every step he took, as he led his team into the war-torn zone ravaged by the aftermath of battle.

He surveyed the shattered homes, torn apart by Wind Release.

He watched civilians fleeing in panic, scrambling into open streets for safety.

And beyond, the ruined landscape stretched like a scar across the village.

Hiruzen was furious—beyond words.

He never imagined Danzō would be so reckless—summoning Dream Mō inside the village, letting his summon unleash such devastating techniques.

Was it all just to kill Uchiha Iizumi?

Did the Uchiha clan mean so little in Danzō’s eyes that they were nothing but a thorn in the flesh?

Was the life of every civilian truly worth nothing?

“…Hmm?!”

Suddenly, Hiruzen froze.

He’d just seen the lava rush toward Dream Mō.

And as the flames began to subside…

Dream Mō was gone.

“Could it be…?”

Hiruzen’s pupils narrowed.

If his suspicion was correct, then Uchiha Iizumi’s power had to be reassessed—immediately.

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A razor-sharp wind blade sliced past Uchiha Iizumi’s cheek.

A volley of thumb-sized wind bombs exploded against his body, carving out several deep, centimeter-wide holes.

But Uchiha Iizumi didn’t flinch.

No flashy moves—just a single, brutal backhand punch that tore through Danzō’s chest.

Danzō’s eyes dimmed, life fading.

Yet, strangely, his corpse slid from Uchiha Iizumi’s arm—only to vanish in a blink.

In an instant, his hollow gaze snapped back to life, rekindled with unnatural clarity.

Danzō leapt back, his right arm sprouting thick, powerful vines that shot toward Uchiha Iizumi like whips.

“So that’s how it works—after activating Izanagi, even if you die multiple times, it only counts as one death?

Now I understand.”

Having killed Danzō several times already, Uchiha Iizumi now grasped the mechanism of Izanagi within this world’s God Gift system.

He seized one of the incoming vines, and instantly, molten lava surged through it—igniting it into blazing fire, reducing it to blackened ash in seconds.

“Wood Release · Poison Fog Flower Sea!!”

But the vines that hadn’t touched him suddenly burst into bloom—blooming with vivid, deadly flowers.

As hot wind swept across the battlefield, the blossoms erupted in a storm of pollen—thick, swirling, like a sandstorm that obscured all vision.

Now that the Uchiha had already seen his Wood Release, Danzō no longer held back.

He slammed his palms together, his face twisted with hatred.

“Wood Release · Tree Prison Wall!!”

With a thunderous crack, Danzō slammed his arm into the ground—his limb transforming into bark and roots, plunging deep beneath the surface.

Tendrils of wood surged outward at lightning speed, bursting from the earth, weaving together into a spherical cage.

This was a defensive technique—meant to protect.

But now, Danzō used it to trap Uchiha Iizumi.

Or rather… to contain the spreading poison pollen.

“Even if you’ve got a Molten Release like Water Transformation, you’re not invincible, Uchiha Iizumi!

Water Release. Sealing techniques. That’s your weakness.

And poison? That’s yours too! This pollen can dissolve your very organs!”

Danzō panted heavily, refusing to believe in absolute power.

Even Uchiha Shisui—once the master of the Mangekyō Sharingan—had been outwitted by him, forced to flee, and ultimately driven to jump from a cliff.

As the third tomoe of Danzō’s Sharingan on his right eye fully closed, he stared at the tree prison that now surrounded Uchiha Iizumi.

Another eye lost.

Another piece of his soul sacrificed.

The cost tonight was already unbearable.

Damn you, Uchiha brat…

Just die already!

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“Danzō!”

“What are you doing?!”

A furious roar tore through the air from behind Danzō, growing louder with each step.

When Danzō turned, his face dark with contempt, he saw Hiruzen Sarutobi leading a squad of Anbu Ninja, charging toward him.

The sheer intensity in their approach made Danzō smirk.

If it weren’t for the monkey’s endless tolerance and protection of Uchiha Iizumi, that wicked little Uchiha would’ve been eliminated decades ago.

Then, from the other side, another figure emerged.

Danzō narrowed his eyes.

“Fugaku…”

It was Uchiha Fugaku—leading a contingent of Uchiha shinobi.

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“Iizumi…?”

Fugaku scanned the wreckage ahead, heart sinking.

Only Danzō remained—standing alone in the scorched field.

And from the other side, Hiruzen and his forces were arriving.

But nowhere could he see Uchiha Iizumi.

His chest tightened.

Even knowing Iizumi’s presence endangered his eldest son, Uchiha Itachi—no, the clan could not afford to lose such a powerful warrior.

“…Huh?”

Suddenly, Fugaku’s breath caught.

Before him, a strange wooden cage—suspended in midair—began to burn from within.

At the same moment, Danzō turned in shock.

—BOOM!!

A tidal wave of lava erupted upward, tearing the “Tree Prison” apart in an instant.

The poison-laden vines turned to ash.

And there, bathed in molten fire, Uchiha Iizumi shot forward like a flaming arrow—closing the distance in a single breath, now mere inches from Danzō.

“Iizumi! Wait!”

Fugaku gasped in alarm.

Hiruzen-sama had just arrived—If Iizumi struck now…

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“Iizumi! Stop!”

Hiruzen’s heart pounded.

But then—Uchiha Iizumi stood before him, the Hokage himself—and drove his molten forearm straight through Danzō’s back.

Danzō’s eyes widened in shock, his head frozen mid-turn.

His gaze locked onto the side of Iizumi’s face.

The second Sharingan implanted on his arm flickered—slowly losing its glow.

“How many eyes do you have left to waste on me?”

The voice, soft as a death knell, sent chills down Danzō’s spine.

Fear—raw and primal—filled him.

(End of Chapter)

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