Danzo's Conspiracy Theory, You've All Been Played by Minato!

Half a step behind Danzo, Aburame Tatsuma followed him like a shadow, wearing sunglasses, his expression wooden, a black coat and hood draped over him.

Danzo's arrival instantly made the atmosphere in the meeting room even more subtle and tense.

This schemer, who had hidden in the shadows for years, often clashed with the Third Hokage's ideals, and controlled Konoha's darkest force, Root, had personally come here at this sensitive moment, with the Third Hokage newly dead and Konoha weaker than ever. What that meant was self-evident.

Danzo seemed completely unaware of the varied looks cast his way.

Leaning on his cane, he advanced with steady steps, slowly making his way to the center of the meeting room, and stopped before the black coffin.

He lowered his head slightly and, with that left eye of his, stared deeply and for a long time at the peaceful yet cold remains of his old friend inside the coffin.

On that face mostly covered in bandages, a muscle twitched almost imperceptibly. In that cold left eye, a rarely seen trace of an exceedingly complicated emotion flashed past.

There were memories of long years and battles fought side by side, an indescribable sorrow for his old friend's final choice and ending, and also a hint of pleasure that could not be explained.

Hiruzen Sarutobi, this opponent and comrade with whom he had struggled, cooperated, and checked for an entire lifetime, had left just like that, dying on the front line of protecting the village in a way so befitting a Hokage.

In the end, I won.

Hiruzen, watch closely. The Fifth Hokage will definitely be me! Only me!

Only I can lead Konoha to victory!

But that fleeting sorrow that had leaked out lasted only an instant before vanishing without a trace.

Danzo raised