In the middle of a dense forest somewhere in Konoha.

The wind is howling, the leaves are constantly swaying, and if you look closely, the dense branches and leaves on the treetops are becoming more and more moist and shiny.

An old figure slowly walked out of the ground and appeared on the ground, facing the dozen or so sand ninjas who surrounded him, the corners of the old man's mouth showed a trace of contempt.

A breeze blew by, a few wisps of leaves fell with the wind, and dozens of black shadows trampled on the body of the sand shinobi who fell in a pool of blood, and there was silence all around.

Faintly transmitted here, only the chaotic shouting and explosion in Konoha Village, Shimura Danzo looked up, and the wolf smoke appeared in the center of the village.

Although he had expected the scene in front of him, seeing his village being so hurt with his own eyes, even if he was hard-hearted, he couldn't help but feel a trace of anger.

"Wind ......

Slowly calming down in his chest, Shimura asked indifferently.

"How's it going?"

"Lord Danzo, according to the plan, under the leadership of Jiraiya and the dark department, the ninjas in the village have launched a counterattack, and the sand ninja and the sound ninja are gradually being repulsed."

Yamanaka Kaze half-knelt in front of Shimura Danzo and bowed his head respectfully.

There was not a sound in the silent woods, and the birds and beasts that could be seen everywhere on weekdays had only disappeared because of the fighting that could be seen everywhere at that time.

Shimura Danzou looked calmly into the distance, without any expression on his face, was silent for a long time, and asked lightly.

"How's the third Hokage doing?"

"Hokage-sama......"

Mountain Wind hesitated for a moment, then continued:

"I was rescued by Lord Yanyan, and I was seriously injured....."

For some reason, Shimura Danzo breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the news that Sarutobi was not dead, but the person who most wanted him to die was obviously him, and he had already seen that Sarutobi had already had the will to die today.

After a long time, Shimura Danzo's eyes slowly closed, as if he understood something.

Yes, he wants the three generations of Hokage to die, even if there is no place to bury him, but he doesn't want Sarutobi to be killed, and he doesn't want his best friend to die sadly at the hands of the most proud disciple in the past.

The extreme contradiction in this may only be understood by him. However, Yan Yan's involvement in it greatly exceeded his expectations.

"My disciple, do you think I can't become the Hokage......"

Shimura Danzo opened his somewhat cloudy eyes with an uncertain expression.

"Forget it, it's almost time, there are roots in the force, encirclement and hunt down all the sound ninjinas and sand ninjas hiding in the village, and no one will be left!"

"Hey!"

"Repulsion? It's ridiculous......"

Shimura Danzou looked at the village in the distance with a sneer, silent for a long time......

Seeing that the three generations of Hokage who were gently carried away by the medical team were breathing smoothly, Kakashi Hachiki let out a long sigh of relief, it was better to be stabbed with a sword than to be slashed by Yanyan's giant axe.

The three generations of Hokage were slashed by his own people and almost died of serious injuries, if such a thing happened, I am afraid that he would laugh to death other ninja villages.

"......Shh

Yan Yanyan, who jumped off the roof, looked around unpleasantly, and turned back into a small ball of torn clothes around his waist.

"It's a hassle to not be available, not even a change of clothes."

"Lord Yanyan!"

At this time, a special shinobi from the root training base appeared in front of him.

"Oh, you're here, there's nothing going on at home."

As early as before the start of the middle ninja exam, Yan Yan sent the four special ninjas from the training base to Changhe's house, although his grandfather Changhe has always had a variety of methods and does not need his help, but it is good to have one more insurance.

"Lord Changhe, they don't have anything to do......"

"Huh?"

Looking at the roots in front of him as if he wanted to speak and stopped, Yan Yan frowned.

"What the hell is going on? Say it!"

Feeling the chill in Yan Yan's tone, the root ninja was full of excitement and quickly said:

"It's that the Changhe family was blown up by Miss Tiantian's mutual multiplication detonation charm!"

"Home, been, bombed, gone!"

Yan Yan gritted his teeth and stared at the sweaty root ninja in front of him, he really couldn't imagine how many detonation charms this stinky girl used every day!

"Yes...... Yes...... However, at the same time, it also killed seventeen sand ninjas, including one elite ninja!"

"Whew...... Forget it......"

Thinking about it, Yan Yan suddenly laughed again, the only person who can give so many detonation charms every day is Grandma Qin, who is in charge of the family's finances, I'm afraid it's not my grandparents who want to change houses.

"Alright, let's go, let's go......"

"Hey!"

Seeing Yan Yan impatiently waved his hand, the root ninja quickly turned into a pile of fallen leaves and disappeared in an instant.

Lazily walking to the base of the wall, Yan Yan pulled the sand Shinobi Maki out of the shadows, which was like a puddle of mud.

Just as he was about to bring him back to the root training base, Kakashi Hachiki stopped Yan Yan with a solemn face.

"You can't take him away, this time Konoha and Sand Shinobi are fighting or peace, and Maki is the key person."

"Him?"

Yan Yan shook his head with disdain, and then stared at the bloodied Markey viciously and said:

"This time Konoha and Sand Ninja are fighting or peace, we have the final say!"

In Kakashi's stunned eyes, Yan Yan dragged Maki to step into the sky and gradually disappeared from view.

As for whether the "we" in Yanyan's mouth refers to Konoha or the roots, it is unknown.

However, Kakashi Hachiki deeply felt the flame in Yan Yan's heart, called the fire of war......

"Well, why do I have to worry about this......"

This time, even he felt that he was meddling, and this kind of important matter should be handled by those high-level officials in Konoha......

"I love Luo...... I love Luo...... Are you okay? ”

"I love Luo!"

In the darkness, Iro, who was weak, heard a familiar voice ringing in his ears.

However, to his surprise, due to the existence of Shouhe in the past, his mind, which had always been chaotic, was now clear.

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw two figures in the blurred vision, for some reason, the appearance of these two figures made his heart suddenly settle down, such a feeling has never appeared.

"Temari? Kankuro? ”

A weak voice rang out, eliciting a cry of surprise.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

"How does it feel! I love Luo!"

The vision gradually cleared, and at this time, there were bursts of sharp pain in the weak body, but compared to the confusion of the mind and mental pain in the past, it seemed that it was nothing at all.

"Here...... Where is it? ”

"Listen to them, here is the root ......"

Temari said with a heavy face, they are the children of the fourth generation of Kazekage Luosha, and they have certain political resources, so Konoha will not hurt them easily.

It's just that the particularity of my Airo makes her a little worried about her ...... Brother.

"No way, we're being held here for the time being......"

Kankuro whispered with a solemn expression.

"Although you are sealed by them, you must also rest well, we will definitely have a chance to get out."

"Seals, ......"

I looked at the dim walls around him, and although he was imprisoned at the hands of the enemy, even in a prison cell, he had never been so comfortable as he was now.

"Temari...... Kankuro ......"

A dull sleepiness mixed with a sense of powerlessness welled up in my heart, and my eyelids closed uncontrollably, and my mouth muttered.

"I'm sorry ......"

Only Temari and Kankuro siblings were left looking at each other.

"Temari ......"

Kankuro asked incredulously.

"I just ...... Did you hear something......"

"yes......"

In this dimly lit room, Temari, who is the eldest sister, smiled strongly and gently.

A pair of plain hands gently stroked my Arro's forehead.

This is the second time in more than a decade that she has touched her brother's forehead, and the first time was when I Airo was born......

"Our brother, thank you to us......"