Danzo had never expected to run so fast.
In just a few minutes, he had no idea how far he had gone.
But Danzo did not stop.
He had only one thought: run, and never stop running.
He had yet to become Hokage. He absolutely could not die in a place like this.
For the first time, Danzo forced out every ounce of potential in his body under such strange circumstances.
He traveled day and night without rest, and finally saw Konoha's gates.
Danzo was so moved that he almost cried.
I finally don't have to die!
Kakuzu, aren't you so damn powerful? If you've got what it takes, go practice against Konoha Village's tens of thousands of shinobi!
Danzo was just about to enter the village when he stopped again, pondering how to fabricate a story that would make him seem less like a coward afraid of death.
"Hmm, first this, then that."
Danzo was very good at making up stories. In just a few minutes, he had figured out how to deceive Hiruzen.
It was just before dawn, and there were few people on Konoha Village's streets.
But cautious as ever, Danzo still chose the back entrance, so no one would see him in such a miserable state.
That way, it would not affect the cold and ruthless image he had in the villagers' hearts.
The moment Danzo reached the gate, he heard someone question him from behind. "The password!"
"The password? Since when has Konoha had a password?"
The moment Danzo finished speaking, a fist the size of a sandbag smashed into his face.
Then came a storm of punches and kicks.
Someone had no idea where a sack came from and pulled it over his head. Danzo could not see who was attacking him and could