Building Naruto World

"Report."

"Come in."

Kakashi came to Hiruzen and began to report the situation.

"The location where the flare was sent was about seven kilometers west of the Memorial Monument. Danzo was assassinated outside Konoha. When I arrived at the scene, I only saw that he had lost one of his right arms. I did not see the assassin, but the wound was The cross-section is very neat, and you can tell at a glance that a particularly sharp weapon was used.”

Hiruzen nodded slightly and asked again.

"Then where is he now?"

Kakashi said calmly.

"I don't know, because he woke up on the way to Konoha Hospital. He took away his right arm and said that he would tell you about it himself. It seems that except for one right arm, everything else is missing. It all looks pretty good.”

Hiruzen looked at Kakashi and said in an encouraging tone.

"Well, you're lucky."

Kakashi nodded and said no more. He just calmly retreated out of the door and closed the door behind him.

Hiruzen lowered his head and started working on the documents again, as if he just discovered a small thing.

After accepting the news that Orochimaru was dead, he became more determined.As long as Danzo can move on his own, he should be fine, but as a good friend, he should still go check it out.

But when the time comes, should he bring a fruit basket or flowers? After thinking about it again and again, he decided to bring a fruit basket.

Not only because Danzo couldn't take care of himself better than him, but also because there should be no one to see Danzo except himself, and presumably no one would give him fruit.

In a separate room in Konoha Hospital, a doctor with rich experience was sweating profusely while performing an operation that he had practiced countless times.

Danzo sat calmly on the chair, but occasionally he would show a ferocious expression when the doctor's strength became too strong.

The doctor looked at Danzo's displeased expression, wiped the sweat from his head with his sleeve, and asked cautiously.

"Danzo-sama, are you sure you don't need anesthesia?"

Danzo did not answer his question directly, but asked a question in return.

"Then can you guarantee that there will be no sequelae?"

The doctor looked at Danzo's wounds, thought about the consequences of lying, and said with an embarrassed look on his face.

"No."

Danzo clenched his fists and gritted his teeth with a sinister expression.

"Then what nonsense are you talking about? Do you still want me to endure this pain for a while longer, miss the best treatment time, and live the rest of my life with a useless arm?"

As he spoke, Danzo hammered the table next to him, causing cracks to spread to the floor.

The table turned into a pile of fragments, but Danzo, who should have calmed down, showed a painful expression, because not only the table and floor were broken, but also himself.

The violent movement caused part of the body tissue that had been sutured to break apart again. He looked at the doctor angrily, but now it was too late to find another trustworthy doctor.

In fact, the doctor didn't want to perform this operation on Danzo. Even if the operation was successful, it would most likely leave some sequelae.

In order to ensure success, he also deliberately used a method that is considered particularly risky in this world, and performed a functional test for each piece he received.

In order to ensure the accuracy of the test during the operation, the patient needs to remain awake throughout the operation and endure the pain.

The doctor continued the operation, but Danzo's ferocious expression never stopped.

The doctor wiped his cold sweat again. Even the scissors had to be carried by himself during the entire operation, which unintentionally made the operation more difficult.

But even if every muscle and vein is connected and connected correctly, it will definitely not be as good as the original one. When the time comes, every time Danzo feels discomfort, his resentment towards himself will deepen. Even if he has a few more lives, it will not be enough. Danzo holds a grudge.

What's more, even Tsunade, who is at the pinnacle of medical skills, cannot guarantee that she will know exactly what each muscle in her arm does.

He could only place his hope on the strong resilience of Hashirama's cells, but placing his hope on something he didn't understand was a gamble in itself.In addition, Danzo's arm had been injured for a long time, so this was an operation destined to fail.

But there was nothing he could do, because what was before him was not a multiple-choice question at all, but a proposition.

And he has no ability to choose life at all. All he can choose is to die earlier or die later.

He sighed and picked up another pair of sewing scissors.

This is the tragedy of the little people. They have to consider everything the big people ask, and they have to bear all the risks, but they have to rely on these big people because the world outside these big people is more dangerous.

Danzo let out a breath of cold air, enduring the severe pain and looking out the window, recalling the scene of the injury in his mind to distract himself and reduce the pain.

But before he could think of anything, he was interrupted by pain. Danzo took another breath, and the doctor who connected his arm tested another nerve. The pain spread throughout his body at that moment.

The teeth in his mouth were almost broken, and the pain that had been gone for so long was so unforgettable.

The doctor gradually entered the state and used the auxiliary equipment on the chair to firmly fix Danzo's body. Regardless of Danzo's reaction, he performed the surgery with the shadow clone with a serious look on his face.

Danzo began to think about what had just happened again, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that that person had an indescribable sense of familiarity. He couldn't remember who it was for the moment, but he just felt that he had been in contact with this person.

Danzo began to think about the whole thing calmly, looking for the true purpose of his attacker from some details.

Being attacked by someone as soon as he reached a sparsely populated place meant that the enemy had been targeting him for a long time, but it was also possible that it was a coincidence.

But from his disguise before the sneak attack and his target during the sneak attack, he can be sure that the enemy's target is him.

Knowing how Genbu looked when he reported the mission to him, he cut off his seemingly useless right hand that was wrapped in bandages instead of his healthy left hand.

Immediately afterwards, the main body hidden under the ground by the shadow used a combination of taijutsu on himself to directly take out the Mangekyō Sharingan hidden in his right eye socket.

This looks like someone who knows me very well, and the target is "my" Mangekyō Sharingan.

But the people involved in that time were all people he trusted, and there was no one who would betray him. He would never believe that someone had observed the whole incident under his nose.

unless

That person is Uchiha Shisui, and only he knows that his eyes hide his eyes in the frame of his right eye.