Danzo in Dire Straits (Please Subscribe)

Two days passed in a flash.

Early that morning.

The Anbu sent by Rasa to investigate the Land of Wind's border finally returned, bringing back the exact same intel as Kazamaki's—and even a living sapling!

"Lord Kazekage, the soil in that forest is indeed changing rapidly. We believe the forest will gradually expand over the next few years," an Anbu reported seriously.

For the Land of Wind, a forest that could keep growing was certainly a good thing. But for Sunagakure, it wasn't.

Wood Release... God of Shinobi...

Was Hashirama Senju really still alive?

Rasa gazed at the watery little sapling, barely taller than a person's waist, and his eyes gradually went unfocused.

Land of Fire.

At noon, beneath Konoha Anbu Headquarters.

Twenty members of the Konoha Military Police Force stood in a solemn line, keeping hundreds of villagers back and clearing a space in front of the building's entrance. They were diligently maintaining order.

Today was the long-awaited day when Anbu would escort Danzo to Konoha Prison. A few of the villagers had come to watch the spectacle, but the vast majority were relatives of the patients from Konoha Hospital!

After a period of recuperation, most of the patients had gradually regained consciousness. But every one of them had been left severely weakened. A fortune-teller might say they'd lost years off their lives. How could their relatives not be furious?

And on top of that, they had wrongfully blamed the Mist Village Envoy. Their embarrassment only stoked their anger!

So they'd come prepared with rotten eggs and wilted vegetables, ready to give their former advisor, Shimura Danzō, a proper send-off!

"Why hasn't Danzo come out yet?!"

"Could that bastard have escaped?"

"I heard the Root he founded was utterly wicked. Maybe you're right."

"Wasn't Root disbanded?"

"They say