This brat!
Back then, I should've killed him even if it meant falling out with him completely!
Danzo repeatedly reread the last sentence in the Official Order in his hand, his teeth nearly grinding together. After the initial shock and terror, Danzo had thoroughly calmed down as his thoughts drifted, but inside him surged an almost uncontrollable fury.
This is going too far!
To Danzo, he was at least an elder-level figure in Konoha, with one of the departments holding the largest number of Konoha's elite under his command. Even the Fourth Hokage, who had suppressed him most harshly, maintained a bare minimum of respect toward him. Whatever he did, he was at least given enough face on the surface.
Not to mention anything like obedience or submission.
No matter how much Danzo had been suppressed, he was still Danzo. Even the Hokage had to give him some face. Even if he showed weakness, he still had the strength to make a final stand.
Was Taki Chiba really trying to start a civil war?
An ultimatum?
An ultimatum over whether he would submit?
What a joke. Just because I'd played the clay man for a few years, does he really think I have no temper? "Hah—!"
Yet although his heart was on the verge of erupting like a volcano, Danzo still let out a long breath and suppressed the urge to smash the potion in his hand together with the chair's armrest.
Things had come to this. The enemy was strong, and he was weak. Losing his mind now would be courting death.
Moreover, for Taki Chiba, who had always been cautious—so cautious that he seemed detached from worldly affairs—to send an Official Order with such provocative intent was itself rather abnormal.
Where there was abnormality, there was something sinister.