But its intelligence-gathering abilities were especially outstanding, earning it high praise from the division. It could be called Number Two.
Yet such an important figure now stood stiffly waiting before the door, his forehead covered in sweat and his fingers trembling slightly, showing that his heart was far from calm.
"Come in." Danzō seemed to enjoy drinking tea with his eyes closed, but Mirai's image filled his mind. When he heard the knock, he answered in a slightly agitated voice.
Upon hearing Danzō's voice, Number Two's heart trembled slightly. He then opened the door and saw Danzō sitting by the table, watching him.
"What is it?" When Danzō saw that the visitor was one of the ninjas gathering intelligence, drenched in sweat, his eyelid twitched. A sense of foreboding rose in his heart.
Leader Mitsui and Sai were killed by Mirai alone.
Crack.
The teacup split apart, and the finest tea spilled onto Danzō, but he felt nothing. Danzō's face darkened, his rage like a volcano on the verge of erupting.
Number Two stood to the side, feeling Danzō's terrifying killing intent, his heart trembling. He was now like a small boat drifting through a torrential storm, not daring to move or make a sound, afraid that Danzō's wrath would swallow his little boat whole.
After a long while, Danzō finally moved.
Rustle...
Danzō slowly loosened his hand and lifted the cup... no, it could no longer be called a cup, because Danzō had crushed it.
Fragments fell from Danzō's hand onto the table without making a sound. Everything remained as quiet as before.
Suddenly, a voice and a name shattered the silence.
"Mirai..."
Those two words sounded like a voice from hell, hoarse and grating.
Danzō said only two words, but Number Two, who understood Danzō's personality, knew that