The sun had barely risen over Konoha when Danzo Shimura made his way through the ruins of the Uchiha Compound. The once-proud streets were eerily silent, the only sounds being the whispers of Root operatives and the occasional rustle of the wind. The massacre was complete, and for Danzo, this was more than a political win—this was an opportunity.

  Behind his bandaged face, Danzo’s single eye gleamed with anticipation. The Sharingan he would harvest from the fallen cn would become the cornerstone of Root’s dominance. With these new assets, he could secure his pce as the true leader of Konoha.

  But as Danzo moved deeper into the compound, he remained blissfully unaware that the victory he so cherished was nothing more than a carefully id trap.

  Danzo paused at the entrance of a familiar household—the home of Fugaku and Mikoto Uchiha. His operatives moved efficiently, recovering eyes and bodies from the massacre, unaware that what they were collecting was far from genuine.

  “Careful with those,” Danzo muttered, watching as a Root agent gently pced a seemingly fwless Sharingan into a sealed container. “These are our future.”

  The operatives nodded silently, but there was an undercurrent of confusion. Some of the eyes felt… off—the chakra signatures fluctuated subtly, and the texture was not quite what they expected.

  “Sir,” one of the operatives began cautiously, “some of these eyes are… strange.”

  Danzo waved him off dismissively. “The aftermath of a massacre is messy. Imperfections are to be expected.”

  He turned his attention back to the collection of eyes, his gaze lingering on a particurly vibrant Sharingan. It glowed with an intensity that made Danzo’s pulse quicken.

  “This one,” he murmured, lifting it carefully. “This will be the crown jewel.”

  Unbeknownst to him, the “crown jewel” was one of Raven’s puppet eyes, its mechanisms designed to function perfectly—until the moment Danzo relied on it most.

  Later that day, within the depths of a hidden Root boratory, Danzo met with Orochimaru. The serpent-like shinobi leaned over the collection of Sharingan with a curious glint in his eyes, his tongue flicking out as he examined the materials.

  “Well, Danzo,” Orochimaru purred, “you’ve certainly outdone yourself this time.”

  Danzo smirked beneath his bandages. “The Uchiha were a threat. Now they’re a resource.”

  Orochimaru picked up one of the eyes, turning it over in his hands. His expression shifted slightly—subtle, but enough for Danzo to notice.

  “Something wrong?” Danzo asked, his tone sharp.

  Orochimaru tilted his head. “Hmm… not wrong, per se. But there’s… something unusual about these. The chakra feels… peculiar.”

  Danzo’s eye narrowed. “They’re authentic. I ensured it myself.”

  Orochimaru chuckled softly, pcing the eye back in its container. “Of course, Danzo. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”

  Despite Orochimaru’s words, a seed of doubt had been pnted. But Danzo, ever arrogant, dismissed it as Orochimaru’s usual eccentricity.

  “We proceed as pnned,” Danzo said firmly. “These eyes will make Root unstoppable.”

  Orochimaru’s smile widened, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Oh, I’m sure they will.”

  Back at Root Headquarters, Danzo began the integration process, preparing to impnt the “prized” Sharingan into his arm. The procedure was meticulous, and Danzo felt a surge of power as the eye connected with his chakra network.

  But then… something strange happened.

  A faint buzzing sensation prickled at the edge of his mind. At first, he ignored it, attributing it to the normal discomfort of the impnt. But as the hours passed, the sensation grew.

  Root operatives, too, began to experience odd phenomena. During training exercises, several agents reported visual distortions—blurry edges, fleeting images of spinning pepperoni slices in the corners of their vision.

  One operative, attempting to activate his newly impnted Sharingan, was startled when his vision was suddenly overrun with swirling cheese patterns.

  “Sir,” the operative reported nervously, “there’s something wrong with the eyes.”

  Danzo dismissed the concerns with a wave of his hand. “You’re weak. The power of the Sharingan requires strength to control. Push through it.”

  But as the day wore on, the phenomena became harder to ignore. Glitches in the eyes’ functionality, strange chakra feedback loops, and most troubling of all—Danzo’s own visions began to shift.

  Late that night, as Danzo sat alone in his chambers, he felt a sudden, uncontrolble pulse of chakra surge from his impnted eye. The room spun, and for a brief moment, Danzo swore he saw the shadow of a giant pizza monster lurking in the corner of his vision.

  He blinked, and it was gone.

  Shaking his head, he convinced himself it was nothing. But the seed of Raven’s sabotage had been pnted—and it was only a matter of time before it fully bloomed.

  The next few days passed in an uneasy blur for Danzo Shimura. The Root operatives grew increasingly uneasy, whispering among themselves about the strange sensations and bizarre visions that continued to pgue them. But none of them dared voice their concerns openly.

  Danzo, however, was not immune to the growing strangeness. The prized Sharingan impnted in his arm seemed to hum with a life of its own, its chakra pulses becoming more erratic with each passing hour.

  Sitting alone in his private chambers, Danzo felt the all-too-familiar sensation creeping in—the one he had been trying to ignore.

  A faint rustling sound echoed from the corner of the room. Danzo’s eye snapped toward the noise, his breath catching in his throat.

  There, in the shadows, was the unmistakable silhouette of a giant pizza slice, its cheese oozing and pepperoni glistening under the flickering candlelight.

  Danzo blinked.

  The vision remained.

  Suddenly, the pizza lurched forward, its melted cheese forming grotesque, cw-like appendages.

  “You have incurred the wrath of the Sage of Six Slices!” the pizza monster bellowed, its voice a terrifying mix of molten cheese and bubbling sauce.

  Danzo shot to his feet, his heart pounding. He fumbled for a kunai, hurling it at the apparition.

  The kunai hit the wall with a thud—the pizza monster was gone.

  Danzo stood there, panting, his eye darting around the room. The shadows seemed to close in on him, and the faint scent of baked dough and tomato sauce lingered in the air.

  “This… this is impossible,” he muttered to himself. “It’s a trick. It has to be.”

  But deep down, a seed of doubt had been pnted. And as Danzo sat back down, trying to steady his breathing, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched.

  Meanwhile, in a hidden boratory deep within Konoha, Orochimaru examined the Uchiha materials Danzo had provided. His snake-like eyes narrowed as he studied the Sharingan impnted in one of his test subjects.

  “There’s something… peculiar about these,” Orochimaru hissed, his tongue flicking out thoughtfully. “The chakra flow is unstable… artificial.”

  His curiosity piqued, Orochimaru delved deeper into his experiments, but no matter how much he analyzed, he couldn’t pinpoint the exact anomaly. It was as if the eyes were perfect imitations, yet fundamentally fwed in a way that defied expnation.

  Orochimaru chuckled to himself. “Danzo, you fool. You’ve been pyed.”

  But even Orochimaru, with all his intellect and cunning, couldn’t fathom the true extent of Raven’s sabotage.

  Back on the rooftops of Konoha, Raven Kamizuki watched the vilge with a satisfied grin. Yuumi sat beside her, zily twirling a strand of her own tail.

  “So,” Yuumi drawled, “how long before Danzo completely loses it?”

  Raven chuckled, her eyes gleaming. “Not long now. The puppet eyes are only just starting to show their true colors.”

  Yuumi snickered. “I can’t wait to see his face when he’s running from a 200-foot-tall pizza monster.”

  Raven’s grin widened. “And that’s just the beginning. I’ve got pns for the rest of Konoha, too.”

  They sat in silence for a moment, the vilge below blissfully unaware of the chaos brewing within its walls.

  Raven leaned back, stretching her arms. “Danzo thinks he’s in control. But soon enough, he’ll realize that the real power lies in the crust.”

  Yuumi burst into ughter, nearly falling off the rooftop. “You’re insane.”

  Raven winked. “And yet, here we are.”

  Danzo’s confidence was shaken, though he refused to admit it. The strange visions and bizarre sensations continued to pgue him and his operatives, but he remained oblivious to the true cause.

  For now.

  But Raven? She knew that the best was yet to come. The Sage of Six Slices had only just begun to y the groundwork for Konoha’s unraveling.

  And soon, the entire vilge would taste the consequences.

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