Naruto: The hardworking model who realizes his dream is actually the white moonlight of the ninja wo

Shimura Danzo felt that he must have not checked the almanac before going out today.

Otherwise, why would laundry water fall from the sky a second before you walk out of the house?

The turbid milky white liquid is full of the smell of soapberries.

Some people call it life, but to Danzo, it is just a basin of laundry water that symbolizes bad luck.

There was a strong wind again and the air became dry.

"Sorry! Sorry!"

A woman in a flowery apron came running down the stairs, her messy wool curls hanging on her head like a bird's nest.

There was darkness and purple under her eyes - she looked haggard, without a trace of feminine beauty.

"Tsk..." Danzo looked at him angrily: "What bad luck!"

But as a student of the Second Hokage, Tobirama, I naturally cannot bother with them.

Danzo took a deep breath, put his hands in his pockets, and walked away with a dark face.

Today is the day to report the mission to Lord Tobirama. I should quickly change into clean clothes and go to the Hokage's office.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry!"

The old lady was still nodding and bowing to apologize to Danzo's back, and it was unknown how many words of apology could be uttered from her pale, thin lips.

But none of them could reach Danzo's ears, and only sounded noisy to him.

It's so noisy. If apologies are useful, what's the point of having the Konoha Guard!

Thinking of Konoha Guard Danzo makes me angry: a bunch of evil Uchiha! Ignorant and evil Uchiha who don't understand the greatness of Tobirama-sama!

The corridor was narrow, and Danzo had trouble moving. The light was blocked by the window sill, and shadows enveloped Danzo's face.

"Ah! Aunt Tsubaki!"

Behind them were the screams of the elderly on the street.

"It was Aunt Chun who fainted!"

The sparse residents slowly moved from their homes to the streets. The empty streets spread out into three or four layers of circles around the old lady.

Those who bring water, wipe sweat, and pinch acupoints...

But what does all this have to do with Danzo?

"Mrs. Chun lost her husband... and her son died two days ago..."

"You even poured water on someone's head today!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. A while ago, Aunt Chun still had a rosy complexion and was smiling as she sewed clothes for her husband and son every day!"

The old lady was not a female ninja, but just an ordinary woman, but she once had her own happiness.

The villagers downstairs were making very loud noises, and even when Danzo went upstairs he could still hear them.

He liked white clothes, as if he could become some kind of elegant person by doing so.

The pure white corners of the clothes were stained with dead insects, black woodlice - they had been dead for some time.

"What bad luck!"

Danzo took it off impatiently and threw it on the ground.

These are woodlice brought by the rain a few days ago. The clothes have not been worn for only a few days, but they are already stained with this filthy stuff!

The bustling conversation of the crowd downstairs came through the gap in the window and into Danzo's ears.

"Mrs. Tsubaki is so miserable! Both her husband and son are ninjas!"

"Hush! Don't say this nonsense!"

"As a ninja, you must always be ready to sacrifice your life for the village and the Fire Nation."

This is Danzo's voice.

His eyes were full of impatience, and he strode through the crowd like a rooster with a swollen chin.

It's strong and confident, but it can't fly.

The big rooster nodded its comb, took the report and set off for the Hokage's office.

Many people died in the war, but the strong ones will not die.

Danzo walked up the gray dirt road and felt that the villagers were short-sighted.

"As a ninja, you must always be ready to sacrifice your life for the village and the Fire Nation."

But such villagers made Danzo feel blocked. Those who could die for them were all ninjas with insufficient strength - at most, they were at the level of Utatane Koharu and Mitomon En.

If it was a strong man like Lord Tobirama, who had climbed up step by step since the Warring States Period, he would never die on the battlefield.

As he thought about it this way, he felt more comfortable.

To become a man like Tobirama-sama. To become as powerful as Tobirama-sama, to stand at the highest position in the village, to become the Sandaime Hokage.

This seemed to have become the most important thing in Danzo's life.

There are also new members brought by Lord Tobirama!

Just because they are children of the Qiu Dao family, they have the right to be parachuted in! They were selected from dozens or hundreds of children below!

But Akimichi Tofu was a child of the Akimichi family who had just joined Konoha.

The Qiu Dao family is nothing special. They say they specialize in physical skills, but they don't say they eat themselves into a fat pig.

Danzo cursed inwardly as he walked up the stairs to the Hokage's office.

Circling upwards, he walked with his head shaking. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the Qiu Dao family must have used some shameful means.

Ninjas had to maintain a slim and mobile body.

Only Lord Tobirama can tolerate their evil ways!

Danzo held up two fingers, took a breath in a pretentious manner, and knocked on the wooden door:

"Tobirama-sama."

"come in."

...

You must have not checked the almanac before going out today.

Danzo was dejected and almost missed a step when going down the stairs.

He tilted his head and looked up at the sky.

It was all gray, and the leaves were swaying on the branches.

Up, down.

It swung and turned, but refused to fall.

"What bad luck."

Lord Tobirama might be in a bad mood, and even the look he gave him was instructive.

Danzo jumped up in two or three steps and grabbed the leaves.

If the wind can't blow it away, let him pick it.

Even Lord Tobirama has bad days, and it's normal for him to take his anger out on others.

"You guy!"

"Why are you picking leaves when you have nothing better to do?!"

Danzo's first reaction was to look around to see if there were other people around - the street was empty except for himself and the two people directly opposite him.

Blonde hair and a lively personality.

The cheeks were puffed up like dumplings, which made Danzo want to laugh.

Children just have some inexplicable sense of justice.

"Then I'm really sorry."

Danzo acted like an adult, as if to say, "I won't argue with a child."

It really makes people furious when they see it.

Who is Tsunade? A little princess who walks around the village with nothing to do—really walks around with nothing to do. Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is not what a good girl should do.

"You guy..."

At times like this, Tsunade needs to do a flying kick! But the other party didn't seem to do anything, and what he said was not excessive.

"It is not justice to bully the weak or abuse your power."

Grandpa Hashirama always told her this before.

People who possess great power must manage themselves well and not turn God's gift into a natural disaster for others.

"It's...Shimura...Danzo-kun, right?"

Danzo saw a blindfolded blue-clothed merchant carrying a backpack next to Tsunade.

He is Tobirama-sama's guest.

"Master Tobirama often mentions you."

"Humph."

Danzo snorted coldly, but also with some pride.

This can be considered as better than Sarutobi Hiruzen.

It must be! To have Lord Tobirama's guests know your name the first time they see you is not a privilege you can get everywhere.

"and who are you?"

Neji's hand gently stroked Tsunade's shoulder:

"I'm Yeliang, just a medicine merchant."

In Neji's mind, it was 001, and he seemed to be much more stable:

"Host, Danzo is Tobirama's student. Could he be the key factor in Tobirama's death?"

In a sense, it is.

Where the leaves dance, the will of fire continues.

Tobirama wants to pass on the Will of Fire - if it was Danzo who first proposed to go as bait, Tobirama probably would not have offered to go himself.

People's hearts are made of flesh, and they have their own standards for people and things.

"No matter what, Danzo at this time is not an unforgivable criminal."

This is Neji comforting himself.

In his era, Shimura Danzo was like a dark cloud, pressing low but unable to be blown away.

It covered the sky and the sun, and his father became one of the victims of the dark clouds.

Indirectly, killing with a borrowed knife.

But the sword is the father, the person who was killed is the power of Hinata.

The wind blew, lifting the hem of the shirt, revealing the white lining underneath. The bandage was casually piled at the ankles, and was now inflated by the wind.

"Master Hashirama was a great man who had a pure heart until his death."

Even though the other party had covered his eyes with a cloth, Danzo still felt like he was being seen through.

"Whether it is the current Lord Tobirama or Princess Tsunade, they are both people who have the will of fire and will pass it on."

"You think so, too."

Danzo was stunned for a moment, his eyes not knowing where to place: "Ah...ah! Of course."

"You are Master Tobirama's student, so you will naturally be the dance of Konoha. You should pass on the will of fire forever!"

The leaves become scalding hot and eventually return to the tree in a miraculous way.

The only compensation for the criminals is the loss of their lives.

It still has some green color, and is fixed on the branch. The wind cannot blow it away, but no matter how much abscisic acid is secreted, it will no longer be qualified to turn yellow and fall into reincarnation.