novelhk Chapter 19 Do Not Attempt to Revive Tobirama
Chapter 19 Do Not Attempt to Revive Tobirama
Danzo originally had ten Sharingan eyes embedded in his right arm.
Now, under Orochimaru's personal guidance, new Sharingan eyes are being slowly implanted deep into his body, one by one.
The quantities ranged from eleven, twelve, all the way up to twenty...
With each implantation, the chakra fluctuations become more intense, and the cell fusion reaction becomes more vigorous.
These Sharingan eyes were precisely placed in Danzo's shoulder blades, back, and even the gaps near his collarbone.
The right arm, devoured by the first generation of cells and shaped like a tree root, could hardly be called a human limb anymore; it was more like an extension of some strange creature.
The primary cells, stimulated by the new pupil power, did not collapse; instead, they became restless and agitated, like awakened beasts.
This unease strangely subsided during the new round of integration.
Chakra flowed like a tide, surging back and forth between the Sharingan and Wood Release cells, eventually weaving together into a terrifying balance.
In the shadows, the gentle eye power that originally came from Shisui's Sharingan has long been tainted by this series of violent fusions, becoming cold, deep, and exuding an elusive and dangerous aura.
At this moment, Danzo was exuding an almost eerie, chilling killing intent.
He stood quietly in the shadow of the operating table, where the light did not reach. The bandages on his face had not yet been rewrapped, revealing half of his pale and gaunt face, and his eyes were unfathomable.
"The last Sharingan seems to belong to Fugaku?"
"Yeah...what a pity. If only his eyes could evolve into kaleidoscopes too."
"How scary..."
Orochimaru stood before the experimental table, his face shrouded in shadow, yet his movements remained as precise as ever.
He took out the Sharingan that was sealed in the glass container and gently embedded it into Danzo's open right palm.
This time, the eye was placed in the palm of his hand, unlike the previous one on his shoulder or back, as if symbolizing some kind of absolute control.
The moment the Sharingan was transplanted, it seemed to tremble slightly, as if a trace of consciousness was struggling.
"Fugaku's left eye."
Orochimaru said softly, a hint of regret in his voice.
One of Fugaku Uchiha's eyes was in Danzo's possession, and the other fell into the hands of Hiruzen Sarutobi as a memorial...
"Orochimaru, isn't this the appearance I look like... what you wanted to see?"
Danzo spoke softly, his voice low and deep, like a still pool, without a trace of emotion.
His palms slowly closed, as if the Sharingan had become an inseparable part of his body.
The Mangekyou Sharingan belonging to Shisui trembled almost imperceptibly in his right eye, and his pupil power surged like a tide.
For some unknown reason, Shisui's and Fugaku's eyes began to resonate within their bodies.
A chilling aura of chakra swirled and circulated within him, causing even the surrounding air to darken.
Danzo stood up, his aura becoming even colder and more eerie.
He slowly lowered his arm, and the hand with the Sharingan embedded in it quietly clenched.
He stretched his shoulders, and several Sharingan eyes opened and closed strangely, while the blood vessels under his skin intertwined like tree roots, faintly pulsating with the life force.
The air in the entire laboratory seemed to freeze.
Orochimaru still had a smile on his lips, but he didn't take another step closer.
"I still need to warn you one more time."
Danzo slowly stepped out of the shadows, his steps steady.
"Do not attempt to resurrect Lord Tobirama."
These words, though devoid of anger, contained an undeniable air of authority.
Orochimaru paused for a moment, then lowered his head and chuckled. The laughter was as harsh and unpleasant as the friction of snake scales, revealing a hint of deliberate compromise and perfunctoriness.
"Of course I wouldn't do that... Lord Danzo."
Although the voice was low, it echoed clearly between the surrounding walls.
He won't directly refute it, but he won't genuinely obey either.
Danzo certainly understood this.
He snorted coldly, a chilling killing intent flashing in his eyes, but he didn't say anything more.
Orochimaru is still useful now.
Don't assume I believe you.
Danzo spoke in a low voice, slowly raising the arm covered with Sharingan eyes.
Twenty-one Sharingan eyes slowly opened under the light, and scarlet patterns appeared one by one in the dark pupils.
It was as if twenty-one pairs of vengeful spirits were silently gazing upon this world.
Orochimaru did not answer.
He simply watched quietly, a rare glint of... appearing in his eyes.
Is it fear?
Is it excitement?
Or... out of curiosity?
Perhaps both.
Danzo stood before him, enveloped in an eerie aura of chakra...
A large number of Sharingan eyes were transplanted into his body...
"The Uchiha have been reunited in this way."
The Land of Fire, at noon...
There are 43 days left until the destruction of the ninja world...
Sunlight streamed down a bustling commercial street, where pedestrians came and went, as if the whole world was still immersed in the illusion of peace and liveliness.
Kakashi, wearing an Anbu trench coat, slowly walked through the crowd, his gaze landing on the door of a rather deserted tavern on the street corner.
The curtain fluttered slightly, and a faint aroma of wine mingled with the smell of charcoal fire wafted out, carrying an ancient and heavy atmosphere.
He pushed the door open and entered.
Under the dim light, Jiraiya sat alone at a wooden table in the corner, having already drunk half of a pot of sake.
He leaned forward slightly, his usual carefree smile long gone, and he appeared unusually calm.
"Kakashi, you've arrived."
He didn't look up, but simply said something in a calm tone, yet with a certainty that he had already anticipated.
Kakashi paused for a moment, then stepped forward and sat down opposite him.
"Lord Jiraiya."
Jiraiya finally raised his head, his eyes, weathered by time, now filled with heaviness and clarity.
He picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, but instead of drinking heartily as usual, he gazed intently out the window.
"The great hermit of Mount Myoboku has already contacted me."
His voice was low, yet carried an undisguised gravity...
"The ninja world... is about to be destroyed."
Kakashi was slightly shocked; just as he had expected.
Jiraiya was not kept in the dark.
As the meteorite was about to fall, the heavens and earth naturally sensed it. The Toad Clan of Mount Myōboku, the native summoning race of the ninja world, had long ago sensed that their destiny was about to end.
"So you wait for me here."
Jiraiya nodded, picked up the sake bottle, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. His familiar, bold demeanor was now tinged with a hint of sorrow.
"I originally thought that after the three Shinobi World Wars, this world would at least have some lasting peace."
He muttered to himself, as if speaking to Kakashi, yet also as if speaking to himself...
"It's a pity... but in the end, it couldn't be avoided."
The voice of the Toad Sage still echoed endlessly in Jiraiya's mind, deep and ethereal, like a prophecy from the end of destiny:
"The Cursed Eye will begin on the night of the Blood Moon... cursing the entire ninja world until its destruction."
The sound seemed to transcend time and space, echoing deep within Jiraiya's consciousness, causing his heart to involuntarily tighten for a moment.
"However, I still need to bring one more person back..."