svetikya Chapter 313 My entire life has been for Konoha; there is no need for explanation.
Chapter 313 My entire life has been for Konoha; there is no need for explanation.
Chapter 313 My entire life's actions have been for Konoha; no explanation is needed.
Faced with Danzo's blunt question, the young ninja froze on the spot.
His hands, clutching the documents, trembled violently as he stammered, "Yes, I'm sorry—"
"I don't know—I really don't know—"
He tried to speak in complete sentences, but when he opened his mouth, it became a series of intermittent murmurs.
"Red bean paste, a secret Marseille flavor!"
After bowing and apologizing, the young ninja lowered his head to pick up the scattered documents, but his movements became even more clumsy due to his panic. He had just gathered a few pages together and picked up the next one when the documents slipped from his hands and fell to the ground again.
Danzo stood before him, his one eye coldly looking down at him, his expression as one of disgust and irritation as ever.
He watched the young man pacing back and forth on the ground like a frightened mouse, and the more he looked at him, the more annoyed and irritated he became.
Danzo slightly raised his right leg, his wooden clogs aimed at the young ninja's shoulder, thinking to himself, "Let's kick this piece of trash away quickly, and kick him out of Root's base while we're at it."
This waste is simply defiling the roots.
However, Danzo stopped just as he was about to kick out.
It wasn't because he was soft-hearted, but because he suddenly remembered that the base was eerily deserted, like a ruin.
The only person who could provide information was right at his feet.
He suppressed his disgust and forced his foot back to the ground.
Danzo took several deep breaths to calm himself down and suppress his anger.
After all, venting anger on this person won't solve anything. Even if this source of information doesn't seem very reliable, it's still better than nothing.
Danzo snorted coldly, tapped his cane on the ground, and stiffly asked the person in front of him, "Are you the only one left in the base now? Where did everyone else go? Is today some special day? Why is the place so deserted?"
As Danzo questioned the young ninja, he stared intently at his face, intending to observe every subtle reaction to determine the accuracy of the information.
Upon hearing this, the young ninja raised his head in bewilderment and shook his head repeatedly in fear.
"I—I don't know either—I—"
"I haven't been here long; my job is just to organize and archive these expired documents—"
When I arrived—it seemed like there weren't many people around.
The young ninja became increasingly panicked as he spoke, completely unaware of the organization's core movements.
Hmph, knows nothing when asked.
Danzo narrowed his single eye, the gloom in his eye growing even deeper, and the suppressed evil fire rose again.
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Shimura Danzo have been detected! Emotional value +500!]
What kind of nonsense is this? When did Root need to recruit such trash?
And—expired documents?
When does the concept of expiration come into play?
The documents were either confidential or burned to ashes long ago.
Even if archiving is necessary, it shouldn't be done by someone who can't even walk properly.
He stared at the young man's face, which was full of ignorance and panic, and suddenly, as if struck by lightning, a thought worth paying attention to flashed through his mind.
Yes.
No wonder I was so badly suppressed by Orochimaru in my dream yesterday.
They had no chance to retaliate against Hiruzen Sarutobi and the elders.
If the roots have rotted to this extent, even the guard posts can be left vacant, and such scum can be recruited as members, then what is left of the so-called darkness of Konoha?
What does the root rely on to maintain its balance?
Are you going to rely on this little brat who's clutching a piece of waste paper and throwing it around?
In an instant, Danzo felt a mix of emotions, a mixture of anger, heartache, and, of course, contempt for his other self.
They must be blind to recruit such trash into the Root organization.
Danzo tapped his cane.
They couldn't teach Orochimaru a lesson.
They couldn't teach Hiruzen Sarutobi a lesson.
Surely we can teach a bad subordinate a lesson?
At the very least, this good-for-nothing needs to learn how to speak in front of the leader.
Danzo's eyes sharpened, and he raised his right hand.
The young ninja's pupils dilated suddenly, and he shrank back, almost bursting into tears.
Just as Danzo's right hand was about to touch the terrified young ninja.
"stop!"
A sharp shout rang out.
Danzo's hand froze in mid-air.
It wasn't because there was anything special about that shout, like some secret technique mixed with chakra.
It was because someone dared to speak to Danzo Shimura in a commanding tone right in the Root's base.
Danzo's anger surged up completely at this moment.
Who is it? Which fool is courting death?
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Shimura Danzo have been detected! Emotional value +300!]
Danzo turned his head, his single eye flashing like lightning, and pierced sharply in the direction from which the shout came.
A wall lamp was embedded in the side of the corridor, its light brighter than in other places.
The person was standing below in a backlit angle.
Danzo only saw a general outline.
The newcomer was tall and straight, wearing a green Jonin vest in the Konoha style.
The most striking feature was her short, silver-white hair.
Upon seeing this appearance, a name instinctively popped into Danzo's mind, and his anger subsided considerably, replaced by a hint of doubt.
This outfit—this hair color—is it Kakashi?
What's Kakashi doing here?
Could it be that Kakashi was also transferred into Root in this world?
Or is there some other change?
in the audience.
Hiruzen Sarutobi stared at the screen, his eyes filled with obvious confusion.
The number of members in the Root organization should theoretically be no less than that of the Dark Division.
Such an empty scene should not exist inside the base.
Orochimaru sat not far away, his snake-like eyes slightly narrowed.
He understood the dark side of Root better than Hiruzen Sarutobi, and he also understood Danzo's strength at this time better.
This situation doesn't resemble a normal mission relocation; it's more like someone has cleaned up the inside.
"Could it be that I cleansed the Root in the dream?" Orochimaru wondered, but there was no smile on his lips, only curiosity.
Or perhaps, the very roots of this world have taken a different path.
Jiraiya stroked his chin, giving off a look that said, "I have a bold idea."
"Could it be that there is no root organization in this world at all?"
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As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Hiruzen Sarutobi.
"Is it yet another new dream?"
Hiruzen Sarutobi shook his head, clueless, and continued to stare at the screen, his brow furrowing even deeper.
Just then, a sharp shout rang out from the screen.
The attention of the people in the audience was instantly drawn back.
Jiraiya immediately perked up, muttering, "Oh, someone's here!"
He squinted at the figure in the backlight, and the more he looked, the more familiar it seemed.
"That white hair—could it be Kakashi?"
"Kakashi's got guts, daring to talk to Danzo like that."
However, Nagato, sitting on the other side, stared at the screen.
When he saw that figure against the light, saw that posture, that composure.
Nagato slowly shook his head, denying Jiraiya's guess.
"That's not Kakashi."
He asserted softly, as if speaking only to himself.
However, Konan, who was standing beside him, still heard it. She turned her head slightly and looked at Nagato with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong, Nagato?"
Nagato's gaze softened slightly as he patiently said, "That's the White Fang of Konoha, Sakumo Hatake."
When he uttered the name, there was no dissatisfaction or hostility, but rather an indescribable respect.
Nagato never expected to see him again here, in this way.
That hero, who represents the true meaning of a ninja in Yahiko's heart.
Xiao Nan glanced at the screen again.
The figure against the light took a step forward, completely stepping out of the shadowed area.
The light shone evenly on him, illuminating his face.
It was a face that resembled Kakashi's by six or seven points, but was more mature and composed.
Her short, silver-white hair was neatly combed, unlike Kakashi's which always looked messy.
He wore a Konoha headband and a standard green Jonin vest.
His expression was calm, yet he possessed a composed demeanor, as if it were the weight that had settled after experiencing countless life-and-death situations.
It really is Sakumo Hatake, the White Fang of Konoha.
The moment Hiruzen Sarutobi saw that face clearly, his pupils contracted slightly.
His lips tightened unconsciously, and the guilt rising in his eyes could not be concealed.
Jiraiya's mouth gaped open slightly, and he hesitated for several seconds before finally saying, "Sakumo Hatake? What's he doing here?"
Why was he at Root's base?
"Still speaking to Danzo in that tone—"
Nagato looked at that clear face, the tenderness in her eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a calm and indifferent expression.
He seemed to be confirming something.
"Mr. Sakumo Hatake—it really is you."
Konan glanced sideways at Nagato, whose aura seemed to have fluctuated briefly.
A look of understanding flashed in her eyes. She recognized Hatake Sakumo as well and understood what this meant for Nagato.
on the screen.
Sakumo Hatake ignored Danzo's hostile gaze.
He ignored Danzo and didn't put on any arrogant attitude. He simply walked up to the young ninja who was still slumped on the ground, squatted down, reached out, and steadily pulled the other up.
"Are you alright?" Sakumo Hatake asked in a low voice.
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The young ninja nodded repeatedly as if grasping at a straw, then suddenly seemed to realize something and quickly bowed.
"N-nothing's wrong—"
"Thank you, Lord White Fang!"
A trace of fear lingered on his face, but more than that, there was a sense of relief at finding someone to rely on, a stark contrast to the panic he had shown when facing Danzo.
He clearly knew Sakumo Hatake.
Moreover, their attitude was extremely respectful.
Danzo saw all of this, his face so dark it could drip water.
Sakumo Hatake completely ignored his presence and comforted Root's subordinates in front of him, which Danzo saw as a blatant humiliation.
What chilled Danzo even more was why this guy was here.
Was it sent by Hiruzen Sarutobi?
Or has something happened inside the company that he hasn't figured out yet?
Danzo snorted coldly, displeased, and said, "Hmph! So it was you."
What are you doing here?
Danzo naturally had doubts.
After all, this person would have died long ago according to the real timeline.
However, the doubt only flashed through my mind for a moment before being overshadowed by contempt.
In reality, with a little manipulation, he used public opinion and pressure from the village's higher-ups to force the so-called White Fang of Konoha to a dead end, ultimately leading to his suicide.
What is a hero?
That's all there is to it.
What right does someone who can be destroyed so easily have to put on airs in front of him?
Danzo said in a sinister tone, "I'm disciplining my own tools. When did it become your place, an outsider, to interfere?"
As he spoke, a chilling chakra pressed down relentlessly. This was Hatake Sakumo, the root of the Hokage, not the sun-drenched Hokage Building. It was none of your business to interfere.
However, the latter seemed not to hear the provocation in Danzo's words.
He didn't even glance at Danzo, but simply patted the young ninja on the shoulder, signaling him to go ahead and do whatever he needed to do.
The young ninja was stunned for a moment, then felt as if he had been granted a pardon and breathed a sigh of relief.
He quickly bowed to Hatake Sakumo again, hurriedly picked up most of the documents from the ground, hugged them tightly, lowered his head, and slipped away quickly along the wall.
Only after that disheveled figure disappeared at the end of the corridor did Hatake Sakumo slowly turn around.
This time, he faced Danzo squarely.
Those deep, calm eyes met Danzo's single eye, overflowing with tyranny and malice, without a ripple of emotion. There was no retreat, no fear, not even—no regard for the other as an opponent of equal caliber.
Sakumo Hatake spoke, his tone still calm, saying, "He is a ninja from Konoha."
"Although they are your subordinates, they are not punching bags for you to vent your anger on."
"Arrogant!"
Danzo was completely enraged by this blunt accusation.
In particular, Sakumo Hatake's calm yet scrutinizing attitude instantly stung Danzo's most sensitive nerve. That look was all too familiar, so much like Hiruzen Sarutobi's hypocrisy yesterday, and also like Orochimaru's all-knowing mockery.
Danzo's eyes flashed with bloodshot veins, and he waved his hand menacingly, saying, "Who do you think you are! You dare to tell me what to do?"
"My entire life has been for the sake of Konoha; do I need your meddling?!"
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Shimura Danzo have been detected! Emotional value +500!]
The frustration, anger, and helplessness that had accumulated over the past few days in various worlds instantly overwhelmed his last bit of caution.
He didn't even bother to think about why Sakumo Hatake was in the Root's forbidden area, what gave this man the audacity to stand so confidently before him, or the exact difference in their strength.
He just wants to vent his anger in the most direct and violent way possible, in a clean and efficient manner.
Before the words were even finished, the murderous intent had already arrived.
Danzo suddenly flicked his right hand, causing his sleeve to vibrate.
Several jet-black, cold lights, imbued with wind-attribute chakra, shot out!
That was a specially made poisoned shuriken, with an extremely tricky angle, aimed directly at vital points such as the throat, heart, and eyes.
A piercing shriek tore through the air, creating a shrill, deafening explosion in the narrow corridor.
This sudden attack came without warning; it was swift, cunning, and stealthy.
This perfectly reflects the style of the Root Leader and his madness at this moment, which only wants to kill the other party.
He didn't seek to repel them, he only sought to kill them.
In his view, the only way to deal with someone like Hatake Sakumo is to be ruthless and act swiftly.
Faced with the sudden killing move, Sakumo Hatake's expression remained completely unchanged.
He neither retreated nor dodged; his right hand merely and seemingly casually rested on the hilt of the short sword behind him.
In an instant!
A cold, white light seemed to illuminate the corridor.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
The four clear, metallic sounds clashed so quickly that they overlapped into a single, distinct sound.
Just as those shuriken imbued with wind-style chakra were about to touch Sakumo's body, they seemed to collide with an invisible absolute domain.
As the silver light shimmered, their trajectories were violently deflected.
Grab it! Grab it! Grab it!
Sparks flew as the out-of-control shuriken sank deep into the hard rock walls and ground on both sides, penetrating three-tenths of an inch into the stone, its tail feathers trembling.
The man wielding the sword, Hatake Sakumo, maintained his original stance, his feet remaining stationary.
A deathly silence once again enveloped the corridor.
Danzo's single eye suddenly widened, his ferocious and furious expression freezing halfway, looking both comical and terrifying, as he stared intently at the unharmed Sakumo.
What exactly happened in that brief moment?
He couldn't even catch a glimpse of the blade being drawn from its sheath.
My mind went blank, except for one chilling thought.
Is this speed really achievable by humans?
[Ding! Danzo Shimura's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +400!]
Sakumo Hatake slowly raised his eyelids.
Those calm, unwavering eyes fell on Danzo's face once more, but this time, they held an undisguised look of disappointment.
"It seems that Elder Danzo is extremely angry today and has lost his temper."
Danzo was still shaken. Hatake Sakumo's lightning-fast swordsmanship had suppressed the anger in Danzo's mind, and he calmed down instantly.
He tapped his cane on the ground, secretly calculating in his mind.
Based on the terrifying swordsmanship that Hatake Sakumo just displayed, he probably wouldn't be a match for him.
Danzo subconsciously touched his right arm, which was wrapped in bandages.
Beneath those layers of bandages, which should have been his last trump card, there was nothing there; the arm with the Sharingan embedded in it, the one that could unleash Izanagi, was gone.
This is clearly a normal dream world, completely different from the previous infinite loop.
Therefore, the consequences of death are unknown, and Danzo does not want to be the first guinea pig.
It would be unwise to confront Sakumo Hatake head-on.
Danzo quickly changed his strategy.
His anger had not yet subsided. After all, he was the dark side of Konoha who had been in charge of Root for many years, and he would never show any weakness in his aura. He slammed his cane down heavily, and his expression instantly turned into the arrogance unique to Konoha elders.
Danzo roared, demanding, "Sakumo Hatake! What do you mean by this?!"
"I am an elder of Konoha and the leader of Root! How dare you draw your sword against me in this highly confidential area? To carry a weapon without cause, to trespass into forbidden territory, and to attack a high-ranking member—are you plotting a rebellion?!"
Danzo was already adept at this tactic of turning black into white and the villain accusing the victim first.
If Sakumo Hatake hesitates even slightly, he can easily pin several hats on him.
Even with Sakumo Hatake's composure, he was so stunned he almost couldn't react.
He really didn't expect that this old guy, who had just launched the first attack, could turn around and bite back so confidently.
Such shamelessness and ruthlessness are simply unheard of.
Even someone as composed as Sakumo Hatake was amused by this utter shamelessness.
The way he looked at Danzo was as if he were looking at a pile of mud.
Sakumo Hatake slowly shook his head.
"Lord Danzo, you really do have a bad memory."
"I am not here today without a reason."
"I'm here to demand an explanation."
"statement?"
Danzo frowned, a hint of doubt creeping into his mind.
The biggest real-world conflict between him and Sakumo Hatake was that he secretly manipulated public opinion, driving the latter to his death.
However, this time—
Danzo's gaze quickly swept over Sakumo Hatake's lifeless face.
Isn't Sakumo Hatake living perfectly well in this world?
What explanation does he come to seek? Is there some other conflict between himself in this world and Sakumo Hatake?
Regardless of what it is, Danzo has made up his mind to deny everything the other party says.
"Hmph, I don't understand what you're talking about."
Danzo snorted coldly and rebuked, "I have no personal relationship with you, nor any official business between us. I think you've lost your mind, come to the wrong place, and come to the wrong person."
As soon as he finished speaking, the calm in Hatake Sakumo's eyes finally wavered.
"don't know?"
A chilling killing intent suddenly erupted, and Sakumo Hatake took a step forward, his aura growing stronger with each step.
"Okay, then I'll remind you."
"Two weeks ago, at the Konoha Tenchi Bridge camp."
"Minato and I received a message from the Anbu and headed to Amegakure."
"Shortly afterward, the camp was attacked by Kirigakure."
"Kakashi suffered seventeen fatal wounds while protecting his teammates."
"The medical team worked for three days and three nights to barely save his life."
Danzo's pupils constricted slightly.
The more he heard about this, the more familiar it seemed to him.
Sakumo Hatake suddenly raised his hand, pointing it directly at Danzo.
"Shimura Danzo, do you dare say this has nothing to do with you?"
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Shimura Danzo have been detected! Emotional value +400!]
auditorium.
In the dimly lit screening room, the huge screen cast an inconspicuous glow on everyone's faces.
At first, Danzo's accusations left the audience speechless.
Orochimaru rested his chin on his hand and muttered sarcastically, "Heh, this skill of distorting the truth hasn't changed in all these years. No wonder he's Elder Danzo."
He pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the light from the screen, making it impossible to see the emotions in his eyes.
"What a disgusting guy."
[Ding! Kabuto's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +300!]
Hiruzen Sarutobi sat in the front row, his back slightly hunched.
He looked at his old friend on the screen, who looked fierce but was actually weak, and sighed wearily.
He looked away, unwilling to look any longer, a wave of shame and disappointment washing over him.
Danzo could be ruthless and manipulative.
However, such shameless behavior still made him feel powerless and sad.
"Danzo—" Hiruzen Sarutobi murmured, "When did you fall to such a despicable state?"
Tsunade sat on the other side with her arms crossed, a vein throbbing in her temple.
She already disliked Danzo, and seeing this scene made her even angrier.
"Hmph, utterly shameless."
[Ding! Tsunade's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +40!]
Nagato and Konan remained silent.
Their gazes fell on Danzo on the screen, their eyes more direct, as if looking at a pile of garbage soaked by rain.
However, when Sakumo Hatake coldly uttered the words "Kakashi is seriously injured and on the verge of death"—
The atmosphere in the audience suddenly changed.
The members of Konoha instantly remembered something.
Their eyes met unconsciously, then quickly looked away.
In the end, all eyes were turned to the pale-faced Danzo on the screen, and the murderous-looking Sakumo Hatake.
Jiraiya scratched his head, his playful tone subsiding, and he became serious and cold.
He glanced subconsciously at Nagato sitting on the other side, recalling how Danzo had previously plotted against Sakumo Hatake and his Rain Country border camp in order to seize the Rinnegan.
Kakashi was seriously injured in the attack.
No wonder Sakumo Hatake was so angry; this is the reason.
That boy, Kakashi, later lay in bed for a long time, his body wrapped in bandages.
As Jiraiya imagined that scene, his gaze towards Danzo turned cold with anger.
A plot against the enemy is understandable, but involving the village's boys crosses the line of political struggle.
Hiruzen Sarutobi closed his eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, all that remained was deep weariness and heartache.
He slowly shook his head, as if speaking to Danzo on the screen, or perhaps to himself: "Alas, Danzo, it's all your own fault."
[Ding! An emotional fluctuation from Hiruzen Sarutobi has been detected! Emotional value +500!]
He recalled Danzo's many evil deeds in reality, and also his own past indulgence and compromise.
On the other side.
When Nagato heard that Kakashi was seriously injured and on the verge of death, he seemed to realize something.
He certainly remembered that fragment of the dream.
That attack not only caused heavy losses to Konoha, but also allowed the young Yahiko and Konan in the dream to once again deeply experience the cruelty and hypocrisy of the great nation's ninjas.
At this moment, upon hearing Sakumo Hatake's accusations, Nagato felt a rare sense of exhilaration.
It seems that Danzo is going to get a real beating from Mr. Hatake Sakumo.
"Danzo, you've finally met your match."
[Ding! Nagato's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +400!]
However, the next second, he became worried again.
Nagato recalled the bizarre and unpredictable forbidden techniques Danzo used when he fought in the real world.
That technique made Danzo invincible and extremely difficult to deal with.
He remained calm, staring intently at the screen, waiting for Danzo's next move.
on the screen.
Sakumo Hatake's cold question instantly connected things that Danzo had almost forgotten.
It really was him.
This is not the version of myself in my dream.
It really was something he did in my dream.
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A guilty look flashed across Danzo's face; after all, he was a veteran of power struggles and conspiracies.
He knew that he must not show weakness at a time like this.
Instead, there is an overbearing and domineering attitude of self-righteousness.
"Hmph, where's the evidence?"
"What evidence do you have to support your claims?"
"I think you're just using this as an excuse to settle personal scores and stir up trouble!"
He stomped his cane.
"Sakumo Hatake, I warn you, slandering and framing Konoha elders is a serious crime!"
"Even if you are the White Fang of Konoha, you absolutely cannot bear this responsibility!"
Every move he made seemed to be a reminder to the other person: you are just a ninja, while I am a high-ranking official of Konoha.
Root's actions are always clean and efficient, leaving no trace.
Danzo quickly calculated in his mind.
He was certain that the other party did not have conclusive evidence.
Otherwise, they would have gone to find that old bastard Hiruzen Sarutobi long ago. Why would they come here personally and risk a direct confrontation with Root?
Without solid evidence, it's all just talk.
As long as there's no concrete evidence, he can steer the situation back to his own pace.
Faced with Danzo's sophistry, Sakumo Hatake's anger subsided.
He gave a cold laugh.
"Evidence? Of course there is."
"Enough to convict you before the Hokage and the Elders."
Danzo's one eye suddenly widened. The other party's tone was resolute, not like he was bluffing!
Could there really be an oversight?
"only----"
Sakumo Hatake slowly placed his hand back on the hilt of the short sword behind his back.
This action caused the surrounding temperature to drop instantly.
"Before handing over that evidence to the Third Hokage—"
Sakumo Hatake raised his head slightly, his sharp eyes filled with the anger and murderous intent of a father.
"We still have some scores to settle first."
"I can overlook all the schemes and plots you made against me before."
"But you attacked Kakashi."
"Unforgivable!"
Danzo was still thinking about how to continue his sophistry, and he had already prepared several sets of arguments in his mind.
Errors in intelligence, mistakes in frontline command, and even attempts to shift the blame to Hiruzen Sarutobi.
However, Sakumo Hatake did not give him any chance.
Clang!
The sound of a blade rang out suddenly.
A silver blade of light burst forth without warning, striking Danzo's face with terrifying speed that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
It was too fast; so fast that only the afterimage of that silver light remained in the arena.
"What?!"
Danzo's pupils constricted sharply, completely taken aback. Hatake Sakumo attacked without warning, and with a deadly move at that!
They're clearly here to take his life!
In the rush, Danzo only had time to rely on his years of fighting instincts to subconsciously raise the kunai he had been holding in his hand and hold it horizontally in front of him in an attempt to block.
Ding!
A sharp, piercing clang of metal rang out.
The silver blade flashed as it struck the kunai, sending sparks flying.
However, how could a mere kunai completely block the sword of Hatake Sakumo?
The silver blade, upon colliding with the kunai, seemed to slide along a pre-calculated gap, grazing the edge of the kunai at an incredibly tricky angle before suddenly sweeping across Danzo's cheek.
"Ugh!"
Danzo let out a short cry of pain and staggered back several steps.
He didn't stop until his back slammed against the wall.
He trembled as he raised his left hand and touched his cheek, feeling a warm, sticky sensation.
Looking down, I saw my hand was covered in bright red blood.
The wound wasn't deep or serious, but the burning pain and the feeling of my cheek being cut open by a sharp blade were incredibly clear. More importantly, the humiliation and the threat of death brought by this cut far outweighed the physical injury.
Danzo opened his one eye wide, slowly raised his head, and looked at the distance not far ahead.
Sakumo Hatake was staring at him coldly.
That look in his eyes was like looking at a lamb to the slaughter.
An unbelievable thought crossed Danzo's mind: Hatake Sakumo has gone mad.
He actually dared to try and kill me right here!
Danzo roared inwardly, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a complete sound.
He had assumed that the other party would at most come to question him, or even arrest him for interrogation.
I never expected the other party to act so directly.
This is completely contrary to Konoha's rules and his understanding of Sakumo Hatake.
The wound on his face was still bleeding, making his thoughts sharper and more confused.
Danzo leaned against the wall, like an old man cornered.
Looking at the white-haired man with murderous intent, he realized for the first time that without the protection of Root and the authority of the elders, he seemed powerless against a ninja of Konoha's strength, the White Fang.
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Shimura Danzo have been detected! Emotional value +1000!]