Several dark shadows quickly shuttled through the underground corridors, and at the moment of turning the corner, they suddenly stopped in front of a still standing figure.

Seeing the person who appeared in front of them, the black shadows bowed their heads and saluted.

"What's the matter?"

An indifferent voice sounded, and the temperature in the corridor seemed to be much lower.

"Yamanaka-sama, Yasha-sama, they're back......"

"You're back?"

After a fine conversation, at the wave of the mountain wind, the roots turned into afterimages and dispersed.

Shocked and uncertain, Yamanaka Wind walked to a dark room at the end of the road, respectfully pushed open the door, and walked in.

As Shimura Danzo's personal bodyguard, he is clear about the tasks performed by Yaksha and the others.

But at the root there is no one mission failure, only the completion of the task and sacrifice.

Now that Yaksha has returned alive, it is clear that his mission to assassinate Orochimaru or the fourth generation of Kazekage Raksha has been successful!

"How is that possible?"

In the eyes of Yamanaka Stroke and even all the root ninjas, this mission is simply a mortal mission.

One upper ninja with four lower ninjas wants to kill one of them under the gaze of two shadow-level powerhouses? Are you kidding!

Inside the house

A candle in the corner burned silently, and although it lit the room, it was dim.

Danzo sat on a stone chair with half-open and half-closed eyes, as if thinking about something, oblivious to the mountain wind that was half-kneeling in front of him.

"Lord Tuanzang, Lord Yan Yan and his party are back."

"How's the mission?"

The old but angry voice above his head came, and Yamanaka Stroke swallowed a little nervously.

"There is no news for the time being, and when our people whispered to the Yakshas, the Yaksha ignored them."

"Huh?"

"Subordinates are derelict in their duties! It's just that all the root ninjas who want to get close to each other after that have been tricked into illusions, and they can't know the exact information! ”

Obviously in an extremely cold dark room, the wind in the mountains is sweating like rain at the moment, and the rigor of the roots really does not allow such ambiguous information to appear.

"Waste ......"

Magic? Shimura Danzou opened his eyes and seemed to think of something, and it seemed that Kurama, the surname that was about to die, had come back to life in the hands of his own disciple.

This is a good thing, in general, Kurama Yakumo can become one of the team's combat forces, which is equivalent to taking advantage of the ape flying sun!

This kind of thing is really rare and tight.

And Yaksha also seems to have thoroughly decided on Yanyan, and is reluctant to divulge information without permission, even if it is insignificant.

Shimura Danzo couldn't help but be interested, and when he gave Yan Yan the task, he promised to send an elite detachment of the three roots to help his disciples, but Yan Yan decisively refused.

He wondered what had happened to make Yaksha dare to refuse to send information to him.

"Go directly to Yan Yan and let them come to see me...... All of them! ”

"Hey!"

The sun was shining, and the lush branches of the trees were gently swaying in the gentle breeze, and in this warm light, Yan Yan and his party also returned to the village through the towering main entrance.

"It's so good, I feel ...... home"

On the lively and noisy streets, Yan Yan carried the ghost lantern pill on his shoulders and looked at the familiar street scenes comfortably.

The heads of the four generations of Wind Shadow Raksha were wrapped in rotten cloth and hung casually on the tail of the refining sheath.

Yaksha and Sora were covered in bruises, and the exposed parts of their bodies were wrapped in medical bandages one after another, as if they had been heavily supported, and slowly followed behind Kurama Yakumo and Kaori, silent like cicadas.

The drawing board in the arms of Kurama Yakumo is interpreting a terrifying picture of Konoha roots fleeing in embarrassment under the pursuit of aliens.

Just as everyone was about to walk to Changhe's house, a root wearing a cloud pattern mask walked up to him, swept the drawing board of Kurama Yakumo in fear, and bowed his head to Yan Yan.

"Lord Yanyan! Tunzo-sama, please...... All of them. ”

"Everyone?"

Bathed in the warm sunlight, the corners of Yanyan's mouth hooked up a meaningful smile, and it seemed that Danzo also felt that it was an incredible thing that he could complete the task.

"Arnold ......"

As everyone was about to leave for the roots, the root ninja hesitated to ask Yan Yan:

"Can Lord Yan Yan let Kurama-sama unravel the illusion, they can't hold on anymore."

The root ninja looked at Kurama Yakumo's sketchpad with an ugly expression.

"Remember, don't take it as an example......"

"Thank you so much!"

Quiet dark room Zheng

From time to time, the flame of the burning candle crackled, and dripping wax and oil trickled down the wick under the flickering sparks, converging into a mass of grease.

Shimura sat on the stone chair and quietly examined the head in his hand, the rags that wrapped the head had long been thrown aside in disgust.

Except for Yan Yan, the rest of the people stood in an orderly manner under the gloomy and depressing air pressure of Shimura Tuanzang, and Xiang Phosphorus stood timidly behind Yan Yan, tugging at the corners of Yan Yan's clothes, not even daring to breathe.

Yamanaka Wind and Oil Girl Torne, who were standing behind the Shimura group, looked at each other in disbelief, and kept confirming the identity of the head in front of them.

"The head is in a different place......"

After a long time, Shimura Danzou let out a long sigh of relief and closed his eyes, as if all the depression of the past was discharged.

At the time of the Second Ninja World War, although Konoha was the victor, the sand ninja also caused a painful loss to Konoha, and he was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but he was stopped by Sarutobi.

The reason that the external enemy is around and Konoha needs to recuperate suppresses Shimura Danzo's idea of destroying the Sand Ninja Village in one fell swoop.

Of course, Shimura Danzou knew this, but Konoha's loss made him unbearable.

However, what made him even more angry after that in order to form an alliance with the Sand Ninja Village, Sarutobi only asked for some symbolic compensation from the Sand Ninja, and these compensation were not even one hundred percent of Konoha's loss!

Thoughts came to the Third Ninja World War, and Konoha asked for help from Sand Shinobi, but Sand Shinobi turned his face and refused to send reinforcements to Konoha on the grounds that the three generations of Kazekage were missing, and even shouted the slogan of eliminating Konoha Yixue's shame.

If it weren't for the internal struggle for power and profit within the Sand Shinobi, Konoha would probably fall into a desperate situation on all sides!

Raise a tiger for trouble! True!

This made Shimura Danzo completely lose hope in Sarutobi's peace plan! The so-called covenant is just a trick to make the opponent relax!

"This head ......"

"Mine!"

Looking at Yan Yan's serious expression, Shimura Danzang's face turned black and put down the head of the fourth generation of Wind Shadow Luosha, and said in a deep voice:

"I am ......"

"When it's empty, he'll hang my head in the room for me!"

"Interrupted again!!!"

The stroke in the mountains, the oil girl taking the roots, and the yaksha looked at Yan Yan in horror, in the roots, they had never seen anyone dare to interrupt Tuanzang Darao's speech several times.

Even if they see the truth today, no one will dare to believe it when they go out!

"I didn't have what I wanted!"

The extremely angry Shimura Danzo threw the head in his hand to Yan Yan, and his right hand, which was covered in bandages, trembled uncontrollably, as if he wanted to kill the unscrupulous disciple in front of him in the next second.

"My disciple, I chose, I deserve it, I choose, I deserve it."

After reciting it silently several times in his heart, Shimura Danzo, who had calmed down for a while, slowly opened his eyes and looked at the people of the ninth class in front of him.

Although the leading teacher of the ninth class is Yaksha, in fact, Sarutobi and he both know that the leading teacher of the ninth class is still himself.

His students were able to accomplish such a difficult task, even he couldn't help but nod his head with satisfaction, and the depression of the ape flying sun slash that kept showing off the three ninjas to him also dissipated.

"I'll give you a room at the root, how about you hang your head there."

Although he asked Yan Yan about it, Shimura Danzo's words were full of tones that could not be refused.

"I want a base!"

"Deal!"

"You still want it!"

Everyone in the house looked at Shimura Danzo with a calm face with a speechless face.