Throwing Danzo in front of Konoha to be judged would be worse than killing him.
"How long will it take?" the Raikage asked gruffly.
"Just a moment," Yukika smiled.
He tapped the ground lightly. In the next instant, he appeared before Danzo, a mere afterimage left behind.
Drawing on Ulquiorra's Resurrección, boosted by Nine-Tails Chakra, Yukika was faster and stronger than even Hanzo.
Even though Danzo had prepared defenses and gathered his subordinates, none could stop Yukika.
Appearing instantly before Danzo, Yukika casually squeezed his head.
Cold, sharp claws pressed against Danzo's face, and the man felt only despair.
Root operatives, brainwashed into loyalty, attacked Yukika immediately. Shuriken and ninjutsu rained down—
But Yukika's great wings shielded him from every blow.
"It's not enough," Yukika turned his head slowly, blankly watching the Root ninja.
"You were wrong from the start."
"I'm not an ordinary ninja."
"Even Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara, for all their might, could fall from exhaustion."
"But I won't."
Boom—
Reiatsu exploded from Yukika, freezing every Root member nearby. They collapsed as if crushed under invisible hammers.
The disdain of a king.
They weren't even worth serious effort.
"What... what are you going to do?" Danzo stammered, terrified.
"Relax. You won't die right away," Yukika said flatly, showing no emotion.
But that calmness only deepened Danzo's fear.
"After all, you still need to watch your Shimura clan fall, one by one."
Yukika smiled gently—a more terrifying sight than any devil.
He grabbed Danzo's arm—
And squeezed.
Crack!
Danzo's last good arm broke, sending him into agonizing screams.
"Calm down," Yukika whispered. "This is mild, compared to ancient punishments—cutting off noses, tongues, vocal cords."
"But I won't do that."
Tearing the arm from its socket, blood splattering, Yukika tossed it aside.
"Destroying your voice would only lessen your suffering."
With a smile, he turned his claws toward Danzo's thigh, cutting deep and slow.
Danzo lived—barely—trapped in a nightmare.
"Don't let him die," Yukika told Orochimaru, tossing the broken man to him.
Orochimaru grinned. "I'm quite good at that."
He quickly patched Danzo up—only enough to keep him alive for further torment.
Meanwhile, Yukika ordered the Senju:
"Turn over the Root members. Make sure you don't disappoint me."
He turned away from his clan and stepped toward the Raikage.
Now came the true battle—against real enemies, to truly test his strength.
"Now," Yukika smiled, cleaning his claws with a tissue. "Let's give them a good show."
Seeing Yukika now, the Raikage realized he was no longer the immature boy of Konoha.
He had matured.
He had grown cruel.
"What kind of Senju are you?" the Raikage asked quietly.
Yukika paused.
"If it's just about strength—" he said, "then yes, I'll soon learn Wood Release and Sage Arts."
"But as for everything else—"
"Kindness and smiles will never save the Senju Clan."
Dropping the bloodied tissue, Yukika and the Raikage vanished in a flash, colliding fiercely.
"Let the battle begin!"