“Lord Danzo, I don’t need to think about the right or wrong of your words; I only need to obey and execute them,” Natsuki said naturally, kneeling on one knee before Danzo.
Danzo’s one exposed eye, the other covered by bandages, looked down at Natsuki.
Regarding Natsuki’s performance, Danzo saw no flaws.
Danzo continued, “Under the rule of the Second Hokage and the Sandaime, the current Konoha is like a necrotic seed.”
“If I were given a chance to become Konoha’s leader, I would surely make this necrotic seed sprout and grow anew, gaining new life.”
“I will ensure that the people of your Uchiha Clan return to the center of Konoha’s political power and never again suffer unfair treatment!”
Silence.
In the gloomy basement, damp water dripped.
Natsuki said nothing, just listened quietly.
He understood Danzo’s true intentions.
Natsuki could also imagine that if Uchiha Fei hadn’t died and were listening to Danzo now, Uchiha Fei would likely be moved.
Danzo indeed had a knack for brainwashing the people of his Root.
It wasn’t just about self-interest but also about ideology.
But unfortunately…
Natsuki was very clear about Danzo’s true intentions.
Everything Danzo had just said was merely an excuse to make Uchiha Fei wholeheartedly serve him.
Words spoken by such a politician, who only sought power and position, were like spilled water that could never be taken back.
Hiruzen Sarutobi’s handling of the Uchiha Clan was indeed inappropriate.
However, the Uchiha Clan also harbored suspicions towards Konoha.
This long-standing conflict was not something Hiruzen Sarutobi hadn’t tried to resolve, but it couldn’t be fundamentally solved in a short time.
Hiruzen Sarutobi was already cultivating talent within the Uchiha Clan.
But if Danzo truly came to power, his treatment of the Uchiha Clan would certainly be extremely cruel.
He might even gouge out the Sharingan eyes of every Uchiha Clan member who successfully awakened them and hide them in his arm.
In Konoha’s political council, Danzo was more aggressive than anyone in targeting the Uchiha Clan. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
He consistently offered opinions on how to guard against the Uchiha Clan.
Yet, secretly, to gain Uchiha Fei’s absolute loyalty, he could utter such words in defense of the Uchiha Clan.
Danzo even took advantage of the war to betray Konoha’s intelligence, causing many Ninja loyal to Konoha to die on the battlefield.
Natsuki was very displeased with Danzo’s actions.
Therefore…
In Natsuki’s formulated plan, Danzo had no chance of survival.
Tonight, he would arrange the personnel involved in this plan.
Natsuki would not let Danzo’s ambition, as in the original plot, become a regret in Jiraiya’s heart…
Late night.
The moonlight was clear and bright.
Konoha’s shops were closed for the night.
The streets were empty.
Jiraiya sat alone on the Hokage Rock Statues, his long white hair tied around his waist, grumbling, “That bastard konohas white fang really didn’t show up.
This Great One can’t be bothered to wait any longer; he’s playing me.”
The late-night wind carried a cold temperature.
Jiraiya’s figure on the Hokage Rock Statues couldn’t help but appear somewhat lonely.
In the vast Konoha, with its many Ninja, he couldn’t find anyone to talk to or confide in.
Never mind.
Let’s talk about it after the war ends.
Just as Jiraiya was about to go home to rest, preparing to execute a mission early tomorrow morning, a nimble figure leaped across the rooftops, flashing into view.
It was Sakumo Hatake.
I knew you wouldn’t play me!” Jiraiya immediately pulled Sakumo Hatake down to sit.
“My son is asleep, so I came out to chat with you for a bit.
Where’s Natsuki?”
“Oh, him?
Teacher Hiruzen called him away for a mission.
Who knows when we’ll see him again,” Jiraiya sighed.
The two chatted for a while.
Soon, they got into the swing of things.
Between men, there were actually many topics to discuss.
Women, alcohol, life and death, war, and shared experiences.
All these could become memories.
Jiraiya and Sakumo Hatake had been on quite a few missions together.
The two laughed.
And swore.
After a while, Sakumo Hatake brought up something that had been weighing on his mind: “Jiraiya, there’s actually a question that’s been bothering me.”
“Tell me.”
“If one day, I’m on a mission with a comrade, we encounter enemies, and my comrade is in danger, should I save him?”
“Of course you should save him!” Jiraiya said with certainty.
“But if I save my comrade, the mission will never be completed.
If I don’t save my comrade, the mission can be completed.
In this situation, Jiraiya, tell me, how should I choose?”