Uchiha Kei: Game Dev in the Shinobi World

Question: How long can Shimura Danzō last against Wood Style: Wood Dragon Jutsu?

Answer: In the future, with Hashirama cells and multiple Sharingan implants, Danzō could drag things out using a healed body and Izanagi as extra lives. But in his current crippled state? Not a chance.

"Danzō-sama, run!"

"Damn it—!!"

"Hmph hmph hmph\~ AAAAAAAHHHHH!!"

His Root operatives instinctively tried to shield him with their bodies. Some grabbed Danzō and bolted.

But under the rampaging might of the roaring wood dragon, those Root shinobi were instantly crushed into pulp. Years of grooming soldiers—gone in seconds.

Danzō was flung several meters. As he looked back, all he saw was the shredded remains of his most loyal subordinates.

He was stunned. His one remaining eye quaked.

"This… this is the power of Wood Style… the power only the First Hokage possessed…"

"Truly… subarashii…"

And with that final thought, the massive dragon crushed him. His aged body turned to bloody mush.

Shimura Danzō was dead.

Crushed with zero resistance by the power he most envied. The very strength he worshipped was what ended him.

Madara Uchiha stood, arms crossed, watching Danzō's remains, exuding pure dominance. He turned to leave.

Then—he froze.

He sensed something.

His Mangekyō Sharingan narrowed as he looked back toward Danzō's mangled corpse—only to see it silently vanish.

A flicker of surprise crossed Madara's face behind the spiral mask. He muttered:

"That sensation… unmistakable. Izanagi."

"Good. Very good, Danzō. How dare you touch the eyes of the Uchiha… and even use our forbidden technique."

"I was going to squash you like an insect—but now, I want you to suffer first."

His low voice brimmed with killing intent. Madara was truly enraged.

Originally, this was just about venting frustration from playing "Escape." Danzō had annoyed him by targeting Obito. Madara simply planned to crush him.

But using the Uchiha's Sharingan to perform Izanagi? That was beyond tolerable.

Danzō had hidden it well. Even White Zetsu hadn't noticed. No wonder Madara was caught off guard.

If he hadn't used Izanagi before himself, he might've been fooled.

Now, Danzō's rotted body was gone. He'd fled. But to Madara, this was a minor detail.

Checking the time left, he saw he still had two minutes.

"White Zetsu—find him."

Sure enough, in a hidden tunnel under Root HQ, Danzō was already escaping. His face darkened, bandages peeled off. The right half of his face was scarred and burnt.

Where there should've been an empty eye socket, a pale, blind eye sat.

Clutching that eye, Danzō muttered bitterly:

"Damn it… I had to use Izanagi after all…"

Yes, Danzō had indeed used Izanagi—activated before he even left HQ, just in case.

Ever paranoid, the moment he saw the Wood Style coming, he triggered the forbidden technique.

If no attack came, it wouldn't activate. But if a fatal strike landed—it would save him.

And it had.

Revived in a secondary base, Danzō took another hidden tunnel to escape.

But what he didn't realize—was that he had underestimated his enemy.

And Madara had White Zetsu.

So even after Danzō used Reverse Summoning to jump ten kilometers away into a forest hideout… Madara was there.

The masked man stepped from the shadows.

Danzō froze.

"Impossible… You?! How?! How did you find me?!"

He had used every trick: reverse summoning, prebuilt safehouses—and still got tracked down. It shattered him.

Madara didn't answer. He had no time for trash.

With the clock ticking on his Divine Inari Possession, Madara got straight to work.

Wood Style: Wood Dragon Jutsu burst forth again.

Danzō tried to fight back with Wind Style: Great Breakthrough.

But it was useless.

The wood dragon coiled around him, chakra-absorption kicking in. His chakra was drained dry. He screamed in agony.

Then came the crushing pressure. Bones cracked, joints shattered. Danzō couldn't even scream anymore—just bloodshot eyes and bulging veins.

Finally, Madara slammed him into the ground, shattering his spine.

Hope gone, Danzō collapsed. Even if someone rescued him—he'd be paralyzed for life.

And that was the point.

Madara understood: to someone like Danzō, death was mercy. True punishment was rendering him a helpless, dependent shell.

A broken relic, unable even to kill himself.

Madara had used the fine chakra control of the Mangekyō Sharingan to inflict maximum damage—without death.

Then, as the wood dragon bound him, Madara infused it with Wood Style chakra to keep Danzō conscious. He would stay awake through it all—pain and all.

As the final act, under Danzō's gaze—full of pain, hatred, and despair—Madara used Reverse Summoning.

He returned to his lair beneath Naka Shrine. The Divine Inari's time was up.

In an instant, his youthful body shriveled back to its frail, withered form.

What followed… was emptiness.

A hollow, soul-crushing void a thousand times worse than post-euphoria burnout.

He had been strong—young—alive.

Now? A fossil.

Madara couldn't stand it.

He turned to Black Zetsu, who had been staring in shock since his return.

"Black Zetsu," he commanded, "go get the new game just released by the Konoha Game Association—'Ultimate Storm.'

Then dig me a tunnel.

I want to move my base right beneath the arcade."

Black Zetsu: "???"

He was completely dumbfounded.

Was this really Madara? Had the old man finally lost it?