Naruto: Starting with Snatching the Mangekyō Sharingan

"I refuse to accept this... everything I've done was for Konoha..." Danzo muttered under his breath, his body slumping as if all strength had left him.

For someone like Danzo, defecting from Konoha was unthinkable.

Who was he? A disciple of the Second Hokage, one of Konoha's advisors, second only to the Hokage in influence. To him, the idea of desertion was nothing short of absurd.

"To think I'd fall because of this… Orochimaru captured alive... the most unlikely scenario has actually come to pass," Danzo murmured, seated rigidly in his chair as though awaiting the arrival of his fate.

The idea of Orochimaru being captured alive was something he had never considered.

Orochimaru, one of the Legendary Sannin, a student of the Third Hokage, an elite ninja with Kage-level strength—how could someone like that be captured alive?

The odds were so infinitesimally small that Danzo believed no such person existed in the ninja world.

But reality had delivered him a brutal slap in the face, followed by a dagger to the heart.

Soon, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hall.

Figures of ANBU materialized, flickering into existence around the Root headquarters' main hall.

Behind the ANBU stood members of the Uchiha Police Force, led by Uchiha Fugaku and Uchiha Akira, their crimson Sharingan eyes glowing menacingly in the dim light.

As the ANBU and Police Force filled the room, the ninja under Danzo's Root organization formed a defensive line, creating a tense standoff.

The ANBU Captain narrowed his eyes at the Root members, their postures betraying an intent to fight. His gaze locked on Danzo as he spoke coldly:

"Danzo, I advise you to surrender. Do not entertain any foolish resistance."

Danzo responded with a disdainful glance at the ANBU Commander before shifting his focus to Uchiha Fugaku.

Looking at Fugaku, Danzo clenched his teeth, his face a mixture of bitterness and frustration.

"Orochimaru, that failure… to think he got himself captured by you lot. And now I'm being brought down because of him? How ridiculous!" he spat, his voice laced with venom.

"To think that the indecisive man you once were could accomplish this… After taking down Orochimaru and me, your next target must be Hiruzen's Hokage seat, isn't it?" Danzo sneered mockingly.

"You sealed your fate the moment you began using the villagers as experimental subjects," Fugaku said calmly, his face betraying no emotion.

"As for the Hokage seat," Fugaku continued, shaking his head, "that is a shared dream of all in Konoha. Are you implying, Danzo, that you yourself never aspired to it?"

Danzo laughed bitterly, his eyes sharp and cold. "What a noble way to phrase it. Your Uchiha clan covets the Hokage seat? You, a clan born of evil? How absurd!"

Fugaku's eyes narrowed, a flicker of killing intent flashing within his gaze.

"Whether we are worthy is not for you to decide. The Hokage represents all of Konoha, not just your narrow vision."

"So it's true—you aim for the Hokage seat!" Danzo growled, his body trembling with suppressed rage.

His hatred for the Uchiha, ingrained since his youth under Tobirama's teachings, made the thought unbearable. For him, seeing the Uchiha clan claim the Hokage seat would be a fate worse than death.

Fugaku's expression remained composed as he said, "To aspire to become Hokage is a dream shared by every Konoha citizen. Naturally, that includes us Uchiha."

Danzo sighed deeply, as though resigning himself to his fate.

"To think even I would meet such a day…"

Just as the gathered forces began to relax, believing Danzo had surrendered, his figure blurred and vanished from sight.

In an instant, his voice, brimming with killing intent, echoed near Fugaku and Akira:

"Born of evil, the Uchiha will perish with me! Root, attack!"

As Danzo's command reverberated through the room, his Root operatives surged forward, clashing with the ANBU and Police Force.

Danzo himself charged toward Akira, a kunai wrapped in wind chakra aimed directly at his heart. His speed was beyond what the naked eye could track.

Yet Akira appeared unfazed. His crimson Sharingan locked onto Danzo the moment he moved.

Danzo froze mid-strike, his posture rigid as though time had stopped.

This was the Uchiha's way of fighting—an ultimate test of strength.

Those who could break free of their genjutsu would earn the right to a true battle.

Those who could not… would never see the next step.

"Genjutsu… I was caught in such a lowly Uchiha's genjutsu…" Danzo muttered, sweat beading on his face as rage boiled within him.

In the illusory world of Akira's genjutsu, Danzo found himself bound to a wooden stake, his body igniting like paper in a fire.

"So this is the power of the Mangekyo Sharingan…" he whispered, his voice trembling with pain and awe. "No wonder Orochimaru was captured… Such strength… To think I would meet the same fate…"

As his body burned in the genjutsu, Danzo let out a low growl of pain.

In reality, Danzo collapsed, his body drenched in sweat, his lone visible eye staring blankly at Akira.

The ANBU Commander watched in shock.

Danzo was no weakling—his Wind Release techniques were among the strongest in the ninja world. At one point, he had been a candidate for the Hokage seat himself.

And yet, here he lay, defeated by a single glance from Akira.

The ANBU Commander, Sarutobi Rokusun, thought to himself: That pattern just now… was that the Mangekyo Sharingan my father spoke of? Such power… I must warn him to be cautious.

As Root's resistance crumbled under the combined assault of the Police Force and ANBU, their remaining forces were subdued.

The survivors were restrained and prepared for interrogation.

"Bind them all. Take them to the interrogation department," Rokusun ordered his subordinates.

"Usagi, remain here with four squads. Secure Root's facilities, catalog their labs, and prepare a report for the Hokage."

"Understood," the ANBU with the rabbit mask responded crisply.

"Fugaku-san, shall we escort Danzo back to report to the Hokage? The ANBU and Police Force can handle the cleanup here," Rokusun suggested.

"I have no objections," Fugaku replied, but his tone shifted. "However, there's something I must confirm first."

Rokusun frowned slightly beneath his mask.

"What would that be? Delaying too long might be unwise, the Hokage and the villagers are waiting for news."

"I learned something from Orochimaru—something that concerns the Uchiha clan and our Sharingan," Fugaku said pointedly.

"The Sharingan?" Rokusun's eyes widened momentarily before narrowing again. Given Danzo's penchant for human experimentation, it was hardly surprising that he'd target the Uchiha.

Fugaku's gaze lingered on the bandages covering Danzo's right eye.

"Very well," Rokusun said. "Do what you must—but leave Danzo alive. He cannot die here, not like this."

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