"Oh no, Jiraiya really came back to snatch the Hokage position!"
At Root Base, Shimura Danzō was in an especially foul mood.
He had not forgotten the words he had heard yesterday when he went to see Hiruzen Sarutobi and pushed the door open. Those words had chilled him to the bone.
He did not understand why. Why did everyone deliberately avoid him whenever they discussed the Hokage, as if he were destined never to obtain the position!
More than thirty years ago, he had set out from Konoha and taken part in the Second Shinobi World War, protecting Konoha from invasion.
He had merely hesitated for a single second back then and lost to Hiruzen Sarutobi. Yet after just over thirty years, was there truly no longer any place for him as Hokage?
"I can't rush. I can't rush. I have to take my time and think of a way."
Although Shimura Danzō was filled with dissatisfaction, if he really had to provoke Hiruzen Sarutobi, he was still a little cowardly.
After all, right now, he could not truly be considered formally reinstated to his original post. He still needed time.
Even if he was seventy now, who said Konoha could not have a seventy-year-old Hokage?
"First, I'll do what needs to be done."
Shimura Danzō knew he could only work properly for now and strive to go further with intelligence. Only then would he have more opportunities.
But the problem was that he was also worried about one thing. If he obtained the intelligence, it would be troublesome if Jiraiya ended up reaping the benefits.
"So I have to separate the intelligence, keeping Jiraiya from touching the real thing, while still making it not look like fake intelligence!"
Shimura Danzō's mind spun rapidly. Obito Uchiha, the mysterious organization—these