Free Shinobi in Naruto(With Divine Purple Card)

It was Danzo, standing unscathed, as if he had not just been killed seconds ago. Mikoto gasped in shock, her gaze darting between the crushed heart in Kai's hand and the apparently resurrected Danzo.

"How?" she breathed, aghast. The question hung in the air, unanswered, as Kai turned to face Danzo. His face was unreadable, eyes narrowed into slits of icy fury.

"Such a foul technique," he muttered, his voice laced with disgust. "You cast away your humanity for defying death. You have more than ten Sharingan in that arm, and half of your body is not yours."

Without wasting a moment, Kai vanished from his spot, reappearing in front of Danzo in the blink of an eye. His hand shot forward, phasing through Danzo's chest with such speed that it left no time for a reaction. When he withdrew his arm, he held another beating heart in his hand. Danzo's eyes widened in shock, his hands instinctively clutching at the gaping wound in his chest.

Danzo mustered his remaining strength to try the technique once more, his lone eye glowing ominously. But nothing happened. His gaze flickered down to his chest, his brows furrowing in confusion and growing fear.

A look of shock and disbelief swept across Danzo's face. He reached up, clutching at his chest, as if trying to reclaim his stolen heart. But the realization slowly dawned on him, his Sharingan eyes on his chest reflecting a myriad of emotions - shock, disbelief, anger, and a touch of fear. He glanced at Kai, the words dying in his throat as he realized he was unable to use his resurrection technique again.

Danzo collapsed to his knees, his remaining strength deserting him. His eye locked onto Kai's, a mixture of defiance, shock, and grudging respect evident in his gaze. He fell to the ground, his life flickering out with a final gasp. This time, there was no miraculous resurrection.

Kai didn't answer, he didn't need to. The cold look in his eyes said it all. This time, there was no escaping death for Danzo. The heart in Kai's hand stopped beating, the life within it extinguished. Danzo's body slumped, the life fading from his eyes as he fell to the ground, dead for good this time.

The silence that followed was an eerie, the only sound being the rustle of the wind in the leaves. Mikoto's form was rigid, her onyx eyes wide as she stared down at the fallen body of Danzo, the man who had caused so much pain, so much grief. And even though he was dead, her emotions were as raw and tumultuous as they had ever been.

A bitter laugh echoed through the clearing, the sound brittle and filled with disdain. Her chest heaved, anger and relief and sorrow all tangled together in a knot so tight it was suffocating. "Was it worth it, Danzo?" She murmured, voice barely more than a whisper against the silence of the night. "Was it worth everything you've lost? Everything you've taken from us?"

With a wordless cry, she moved. Her foot shot out, slamming into Danzo's lifeless body with force. The body skidded on the dirt, but Mikoto was relentless, her anger and pain fueling her. She kicked and kicked, the screams tearing from her throat raw and anguished, the tears streaming down her face unchecked.

It felt cathartic, in a way, taking out her anger on the man who had caused them so much pain. And yet, it wasn't enough. Nothing could ever be enough to erase the horrors he had inflicted upon them.

The crunching sound of bones and the dull thud of her boots on flesh continued until she was swept off her feet, encased in a pair of arms from behind. Mikoto's breath hitched as she was pulled back into a firm chest. Kai's presence, like a warm barrier against the cold, hollow feeling that had gnawed at her.

He didn't speak. There was no need for words. They were just two people, broken in their own ways, clinging to each other amidst the ruins of their past. His chest rose and fell in steady rhythm against her back, his heartbeat a soothing lullaby to her frayed nerves.

Mikoto turned in his hold, pressing her face into his chest. Her body shuddered as she sobbed, the tears soaking the fabric of his shirt. The anger, the sorrow, the relief, all of it spilled out of her in wave after wave of uncontrolled emotion.

Kai's arm tightened around her waist, holding her together when she felt like she was falling apart. It was a rare display of emotion from him, a silent reassurance that she wasn't alone, that they had each other.

Her sobs slowly subsided, leaving her exhausted and drained. But she didn't pull away, instead choosing to stay wrapped in Kai's arms. His presence was a silent reassurance, a beacon of stability in a world that had gone mad.

For a long time, they just stood there, two wounded souls seeking solace in each other. The world around them was a chaos, but in that moment, they found peace. Peace, and a quiet kind of hope.

Standing in Kai's embrace, a sudden realization pierced through Mikoto's swirling emotions. Danzo was dead. Her enemy, the shadowy figure who had plagued her nightmares, who had forced her into a life of fugitivity, was now nothing more than a lifeless body sprawled across the dirt.

Her body stiffened as the weight of her newfound freedom settled in, the implications leaving her winded. The reason for her existence on the run, the incessant need to hide, to stay under the radar – it was all over. But then, a different sort of fear gripped her.

If her enemy was gone, what purpose did she serve for Kai now? Would he still take her with him? Would he continue to offer her the protection he had so ruthlessly provided? Could she stay with him now that their common enemy was dead?

Her heart ached at the prospect of being cast aside, of losing the man who had become her rock amidst the turbulent sea of her life. Her breath hitched in her chest, fear coursing through her veins. The turmoil within her bubbled up, threatening to overflow. She pulled away from Kai slightly, raising her gaze to meet his.