Shikuro trained as though no one else were around.
Although his body had already been ruined, he still strove to prove his worth, hoping to regain Lord Danzo's recognition.
Unfortunately, Danzo had never had any interest in useless people.
Ever since that incident, when he had forcibly moved against Genitsu only to be utterly countered, Danzo had not said another word to him.
Click, click, click.
This time was no different. Danzo leaned on his cane and left expressionlessly.
"Lord Danzo..."
Shikuro's face was filled with despair. Even after becoming like this, even after working so hard, could he still not earn so much as a glance from Lord Danzo?
"Lord Danzo! I am willing to undergo the cruelest human experiments! I hope to continue serving you!!"
Unable to hold himself back, Shikuro dropped to his knees with a thud.
Click.
Danzo stopped walking. Without looking back, he said coldly, "Root has no need for trash. Using human experiments on you would, in essence, be a waste. Shikuro, go back. Return to the Aburame Clan. This is the last mercy I can grant you."
With that, his figure vanished into the shadows.
Shikuro sat on the ground in despair. Every Root member stood in the distance, not giving this former comrade the slightest attention.
He was merely a failed, broken tool. If there were materials to repair a tool, why use them on a damaged one instead of forging a brand-new tool?
That was Root's rule of survival.
"How pitiful, Senior Shikuro. I never imagined that you, once so high-spirited, would fall this far..."
A warm hand reached out and pulled Shikuro up from the ground.
Then, with utmost seriousness, it brushed the dust from Shikuro's body.
Genitsu did all of this with complete sincerity.
"Lord Genitsu, please stay away