vncnus Chapter 118 The Third Hokage decides to use Danzo, and Danzo decides to use Shisui!
Chapter 118 The Third Hokage decides to use Danzo, and Danzo decides to use Shisui!
Chapter 118 The Third Hokage decides to use Danzo, and Danzo decides to use Shisui!
He knew in his heart that although Tsunade was powerful, she was no longer the fearless "Sannin" she once was.
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Whether it's her hemophobia or the fact that someone has secretly harmed her, she could be controlled by the other party at any time.
As for that Taketori Izumi, according to Jiraiya's investigation of the battle traces, he seems to have defeated Tsunade head-on, and he is very strong.
How could Tsunade, along with Shizune and Kakashi, possibly stand up to someone like that?
The third generation put down his pipe, and as the light fell on the coded text on the table, he pondered for a long time.
It seems we have no choice but to let Danzo make the first move.
Send Root ninjas to investigate the enemy's situation, find out their weaknesses, and identify their vulnerabilities.
Under no circumstances should Tsunade be allowed to face that person directly.
If something happens to her, Konoha will lose more than just one of the Legendary Sannin.
She is also the bloodline of the First Hokage and the princess of the Land of Fire. Konoha cannot afford such a loss.
The third generation took another drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaling as the smoke rose and dispersed under the light, like a silent sigh.
He picked up his pen and began writing instructions on another blank scroll without the slightest hesitation.
Although Danzo acts in an extreme manner, he is more reliable than anyone else in this kind of matter.
Hopefully, it's not too late!
The base of the roots beneath the leaves.
At the end of the dimly lit corridor, behind a heavy iron door, lies Danzo's private room.
Several dim lights were embedded in the wall, their orange glow flickering slightly in the damp air, casting shadows on the interior furnishings that stretched and shortened.
A faint medicinal smell permeated the air, mixed with the scent of metal and old paper.
Danzo sat behind the stone platform, holding in his hand a secret instruction that had just been delivered—a handwritten letter from the Third Hokage.
His right eye, exposed outside the bandage, slowly swept over the words, his lips curling down slightly as he let out a cold snort.
"It should have been done a long time ago."
He casually tossed the instructions onto the table, leaned back in his chair, and a hint of mockery flashed in his single eye.
"Only that weakling Sarutobi has been able to tolerate this long."
"A traitor from the Mist Village, how many times has he tampered with things in Konoha, kidnapping Tsunade, taking away the Hyuga branch family's children, and now—"
They even stole Kakashi's Sharingan.
"If it were me, I would have chopped off his claws the moment he first reached out."
Danzo's voice echoed in the empty room, carrying a hint of dissatisfaction, but also a hint of long-suppressed excitement.
He had long wanted to deal with Taketori Izumi, this traitor from the Mist Village.
Unfortunately, despite a long investigation, they were unable to pinpoint the exact location of the other party's hiding place.
They finally managed to find some clues, but the investigation was interrupted when Tsunade was inexplicably released.
That Sarutobi guy actually focused all his attention on appeasing Tsunade and blocking the news, completely wasting a great opportunity.
Now, the third generation finally gave the order on his own initiative. With a legitimate reason, he could act without any more scruples.
Danzo narrowed his single eye slightly, his gaze falling on a certain spot in the darkness, as if he had already pierced through layers of rock walls and seen the target far away in the Land of Rivers.
His interest in Taketori Izumikawa goes far beyond simply "solving the threat".
The Tokotsumyaku (Hokurikuri Meridian) is the bloodline limit of the Taketori clan, allowing them to freely control their entire skeletal structure, integrating offense and defense.
The Sharingan, the eye technique of the Uchiha clan, has now been stolen from Kakashi, and the opponent not only took one from him, but also already possesses the Byakugan.
With three powerful bloodline limits combined in one person, what exactly did that person become?
What changes have occurred in the body's structure? And how is the chakra different from that of an ordinary person?
Danzo's lips slowly curled upwards, revealing a cold smile.
It should be quite valuable for research.
He raised his hand and gently stroked his right arm, which was wrapped in bandages.
The cells of the First Hokage were transplanted there, and they were silently fighting against his body every day, so the only solution was to seal them away.
If he could obtain the secrets of Izumi Taketori's body, perhaps his control over Hashirama's cells could be further improved.
"Someone come here."
Danzo's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.
A Root ninja silently emerged from the shadows, knelt on one knee, and bowed his head in obedience.
"Send an elite squad to the Land of Rivers, with the objective of taking down Izumi River!" Danzo's single eye gleamed coldly in the dim light. "At the same time, have Uchiha Shisui accompany the squad as well."
The ANBU member raised his head slightly, a hint of hesitation in his eyes: "Shisui—he's currently serving in the ANBU. Is a transfer necessary—?"
"You just need to give the order, I'll handle the rest," Danzo interrupted, his tone calm but brooking no argument.
He slowly stood up, walked to the wall with his hands behind his back, and turned away from the shady side.
"I need to get Uchiha Shisui to make a move. I need to figure out his current strength and the extent to which those Mangekyou Sharingan are capable."
His voice carried a calmness akin to scrutinizing prey.
Uchiha Shisui, the young genius known as "Shisui of the Body Flicker," awakened the Mangekyou Sharingan on the battlefield.
These are the eyes that the Uchiha clan has seen again since Madara Uchiha.
Danzo wanted to know what kind of power those eyes contained, whether they posed a threat to Konoha, and whether he could still control them.
After all, the former Madara Uchiha still weighs heavily on the hearts of every high-ranking official in Konoha, like a mountain.
That was an insurmountable shadow, a lingering nightmare. Danzo would never allow a second "Madara" to grow up in the shadow of Konoha.
"Yes!" The ANBU bowed and acknowledged the order, their figures slowly disappearing into the darkness.
After Danzo sat back down on the stone platform, his one eye was half-closed, and his fingers tapped the tabletop lightly, producing a dull and rhythmic sound.
Taketori Izumi River, Uchiha Shisui————
One is the best research material, and the other is an unstable factor that must be controlled. This time, he wants to kill two birds with one stone.
The room lights flickered slightly, casting alternating light and shadow on his face.
On that bandaged face, in that one exposed eye, was reflected a deep, impatient anticipation.
In a corner of Konoha, the afterglow of the setting sun slanted across the eaves, bathing the entire street in a warm orange-red hue.
Uchiha Shisui stood on the porch in front of his house, watching the figure of the ANBU ninja disappear at the end of the street.
The instructions from the other party were still echoing in his mind.
Head to the Land of Rivers to investigate the whereabouts of Taketori Izumi River. If you have the opportunity, try to capture or even kill him.
He withdrew his gaze, leaned gently against the doorpost, and fell into deep thought.
Taketori Izumi River————
He was familiar with that name. That man had left a very deep impression on him.
The Night of the Nine-Tails, the darkest day in Konoha's history. Flames soared into the sky as the unleashed Nine-Tails caused immense damage to the village.
Cries, screams, and the deafening roar of clashing ninjutsu intertwined, dragging the entire village into hell.
But he coincidentally appeared during the day, set his sights on Itachi and him, and even reserved their Sharingan.
Even when surrounded and captured, they had already anticipated this and outsmarted everyone.
With the appearance of the Nine-Tails, no one could pay attention to this person anymore, and they could do whatever they wanted.
That night involved far too many things: the Fourth Hokage died in battle, and the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki sacrificed himself.
The Uchiha clan was suspected, and the rift between the village and the clan could never be mended.
And that man was one of the triggers for all of this.
After a few seemingly peaceful years, news came from Konoha again that Hyuga Neji, the son of Hyuga Hizashi, the head of the Hyuga branch family, had been kidnapped.
The perpetrator was once again Taketori Izumi!
Shisui frowned.
The other party clearly claimed to be targeting him and Itachi's Sharingan, yet they turned around and attacked the Hyuga clan.
What exactly is he trying to do? Shikotsumyaku, Byakugan, Sharingan—he's collecting these bloodline limits, but what's his purpose?
Is it merely for power, or is there a deeper scheme at play?
Zhi Shui couldn't understand it!
The man's actions were unpredictable and ever-changing, as if every step he took was unexpected, making it impossible for anyone to discern his true intentions.
Now, he has been assigned to go to the Land of Rivers to investigate the other party's whereabouts.
Shisui gently clenched his fist, feeling the power of the Mangekyou Sharingan within his body.
Since awakening, he has not yet truly unleashed his full power. This time, perhaps he will have the opportunity to test his strength.
They should already have the strength to fight, right?
Shisui took a deep breath and headed towards the grove of trees where he had originally planned to cultivate.
Itachi is currently training in the training grounds within the grove.
"Itachi," Shisui called softly.
Itachi looked up, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"I'm going on a long trip to carry out a mission." Zhi Shui didn't reveal the details, only saying calmly, "It might take a while, so you'll be on your own—take care of yourself."
Itachi looked into his eyes, seemingly sensing something, but ultimately just nodded.
"Watch out!" Itachi said.
Shisui smiled, raised her hand and gently patted his shoulder, then turned and left.
Itachi stood there, watching Shisui's figure gradually disappear into the distance, before slowly withdrawing his gaze.
He felt that Zhi Shui was somewhat different today.
Before carrying out missions, Shisui always appeared calm and relaxed, occasionally cracking jokes with him or making plans to cultivate together upon their return.
Today, although Zhishui spoke calmly, there was a hint of seriousness hidden in his eyes.
That expression didn't seem like someone going on a routine investigation mission; it was more like someone facing something uncertain, even dangerous, unknown.
Thinking of this, Itachi clenched his fist slightly, then slowly relaxed it.
His current strength is still too weak, even though he is called a "genius" and is already far ahead of his peers.
But he still couldn't help at all. All he could do was stand there and watch Shisui leave alone.
"Get stronger — I need to get stronger as soon as possible."
Itachi secretly vowed in his heart that he wanted to be Shisui's helper, not just a junior who could only be protected.
He didn't want to be like Nine-Tailed Night, watching someone important to him fall into danger while he was powerless to help.
He snapped out of his thoughts and turned to walk towards home.
Since Zhishui can't cultivate together today, let's go back early.
Sasuke has been pestering me to tell him ninja stories lately, so I have some free time today and can spend more time with him.
Itachi quickened his pace, the setting sun casting a long shadow behind him.
Smoke curled from chimneys in the streets and alleys, and the sounds of children laughing and mothers calling their children home for dinner could be heard from time to time.
These ordinary yet heartwarming scenes made his steps unconsciously lighter.
He pushed open the door, and the familiar scent of the shoe cabinet wafted from the entryway. He changed his shoes and walked into the living room.
"I'm back."
Sasuke's small figure was lying on the coffee table, holding a pen in his hand, with several sheets of paper with crooked drawings spread out in front of him.
Upon hearing Itachi's voice, he immediately looked up, his eyes lighting up.
"Brother! You're back!"
Looking at his younger brother's innocent and cheerful smiling face, Itachi felt a touch of tenderness in his heart.
He walked over, sat down next to Sasuke, and reached out to rub the fluffy little head.
"What are you drawing?"
"Ninja! This is my brother, this is me!" Sasuke held up a drawing paper with two stick figures wearing headbands and holding kunai, looking clumsy yet cute.
Itachi couldn't help but laugh, a rare hint of relaxation in his smile.
"That's a good drawing," he said. "Keep drawing, I'll keep you company."
Sasuke nodded vigorously, then lowered his head and began to draw and paint intently.
The setting sun streamed through the window, bathing the brothers' figures in a warm golden light.
Itachi looked at his younger brother's focused profile and thought to himself.
Shisui, you must come back safely.
And I will try my best.