"Iwagakure!" Danzo clenched the paper ball in his hand with a cold expression, a glint of frost flashing in his eyes. After a moment of silence, he raised his head again and looked at the bounty poster on the table.
The portrait was unchanged, the name was unchanged, the description was unchanged. The only thing that had changed... was still the bounty amount written on it.
Bounty: 410 million!
As expected.
Someone had already set their sights on him?
Four hundred million!
That was enough to fight a war!
Especially with tensions running high between the nations now, if someone could get his head... Ah! Pah!
Danzo snorted coldly.
Fire Style: Bounty Poster Burning Jutsu!
The bounty poster was instantly reduced to ashes. Then he sat silently upon his high seat again. After a while, he lowered his head and stared expressionlessly at the bunch of useless fools below.
It had been so long.
Yet they still had not found out who dared to place such a bounty on him, nor had they gotten anything from Uchiha Fuyou.
What a pack of useless fools!
Still, he had to admit... placing bounties through multiple channels, this person... was quite cautious!
Danzo pondered for a moment, then looked at the Root Shinobi below, who seemed to have something to say, and snorted again. "Speak!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
"Lord Danzo." A Root Shinobi hurried inside.
Danzo immediately stopped, saying nothing further, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
He had... another bad feeling!
After all.
This scene.
Was far too familiar.
Sure enough.
With his right eyelid twitching nonstop, the ninja respectfully and skillfully pulled a sheet of paper from his clothes, then spread it directly before Lord Danzo.
"..."
Danzo silently watched the 4 on the bounty poster become a 5. Then he slowly sat back down on his high seat, looked at his subordinates below, and opened his trembling lips. Yet his tone remained calm as he said, "Tell the Hokage... I've gained new insights into ninjutsu recently, so it is inconvenient for me to leave seclusion. Today, I... I won't be going!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
He clenched the new bounty poster tightly, a cold gleam flashing through his eyes.
If I find out who it is... I, Shimura Danzō, swear I will kill them!
Damn it!
"Achoo!"
Uchiha Fuyou rubbed his nose. Perhaps late autumn had arrived; lately, he always felt a chill in the air.
Yet everyone around him... was still dressed so lightly.
Especially Hyuga Rinne beside him. The black mesh over her chest was faintly visible beneath her clothes.
Sure enough.
Compared to all those proper ninjas, he was merely an ordinary rich man. So it was only natural that his body might be a little weak.
Uchiha Fuyou lazily stretched, casually rubbing his body while he did.
With the Chunin Ninja Exams over, all-out war probably was not far away.
He could feel that the earnings from branches throughout the Land of Fire had noticeably declined lately. They were only maintaining the minimum revenue set by the system. The money he earned... probably could not be used to raise Danzo's bounty any further for the time being.
And now that Danzo had reached first place on the bounty rankings, why had no fearless idiot secretly infiltrated Konoha yet?
Especially that guy who loved boasting that he had fought the God of Shinobi whenever he saw a Konoha forehead protector... there was no reason for him not to act!
Was Danzo not tempting enough now?
How could he still hold himself back and not make a move?!
Could it be... he was waiting for Fuyou to raise the bounty again?
Uchiha Fuyou sighed and muttered, "Too greedy!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Suddenly.
He stopped in his tracks, the corner of his mouth twitching as he looked ahead with what seemed like a stomachache.
Seeing Fuyou stop, Rinne was taken aback and halted as well. "What's wrong, Fuyou?"
She looked at Fuyou, who stood there blankly, staring straight ahead.
For some reason, this scene...
Felt just a tiny bit familiar to her, as if she had seen it a few days ago.
But Fuyou did not answer her. Rinne blinked curiously, raised her head in confusion, and followed Fuyou's gaze.
Immediately.
Not far ahead.
A black-haired youth wearing clothes emblazoned with the Uchiha clan crest stood in the street. He bit his lower lip, fists clenched tight—very tight—as he stared sadly ahead. His scarlet eyes... looked rather eerie in the night.
This scene... really was familiar!
Had she seen it somewhere before?
Rinne stared at the figure and froze slightly. "Isn't that Obito?"
What was he doing there?
He looked.
Desolate, sorrowful, furious... just like a dog~
Suddenly.
Rinne froze again as she felt something cool against her face. She raised her hand in surprise, looking at the icy white speck that had landed on it, and murmured, "It's snowing!"
What should you do when, after a dinner gathering, you see the goddess who rejected you go drink milk tea with the person you hate most?
The last time he had invited her out for milk tea, she had rejected him, saying she had not really felt like drinking milk tea lately. So after finishing barbecue just now, he had deliberately invited her to Ichiraku Ramen, but... she rejected him again.
Then she turned around and hurried off to drink milk tea with that bastard?!
Obito felt deceived. His heart, full of love, had been ruthlessly shattered, as though his feelings had been toyed with.
Rin... had changed!
She had changed so much that he seemed not to recognize her anymore.
The Rin from before had clearly been gentle, considerate, and warm.
Why was she lying to him now?
Obito clenched his fists, his expression shifting darkly as though it might twist apart. He stared fixedly at the two figures ahead, chatting and laughing as they entered the milk tea shop.
Until they vanished from sight.
Immediately.
A tangible black mist seemed to rise from his body. In the blink of an eye, Obito let out a furious roar and suddenly covered his eyes.
Pain!
But.
What a familiar feeling!
Before long.
A terrifying smile appeared on his face. "Hahahaha!"
His laughter grew louder and louder, and a strange laugh escaped him involuntarily. Passersby all turned to look at him, puzzled.
What was wrong with this kid?
But Uchiha Obito ignored their strange stares. He ran his right hand through the hair over his forehead and continued laughing madly. The more he laughed, the higher he tilted his head, the farther back his waist bent, and in his eyes... a scarlet glimmer seemed to flash.
Who knew how much time passed.
He lowered his head. On his cold face, the corner of his mouth curled slightly as he muttered in an icy voice, "So that's how it is?"
A pair of two-tomoe Sharingan stared at the milk tea shop ahead.
He simply watched it quietly.
A cold breeze drifted past, brushing through his hair and making it sway gently. Tiny white specks fell upon his head, like... desolate white hair.
He.
Uchiha Obito.
Seemed to have had another epiphany!
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