"How dare you do it but not let people talk about it?!" Jiraiya's provocation showed no sign of ending. Left with no choice, Shimura Danzō could only answer coldly, "Wu's death has absolutely nothing to do with me!"
Jiraiya walked toward Shimura Danzō, stopping only when Root ninja completely blocked Danzō from view. He clenched his fists and demanded, "Do you dare swear to heaven?! You didn't know about Brother Wu's death—do you dare swear to heaven?! Shimura Danzō!"
Shimura Danzō's eyes were icy, and he was deeply puzzled. Why had Jiraiya become so impulsive? That man who always weighed gains and losses so carefully was actually making such a scene now. Whether Wu had died by his hand or not, at this critical point in the war, Jiraiya's focus should have been on the battlefield. Yet he had blindly abandoned the front lines and rushed back to the village to question him over Wu's death. This was completely unlike Jiraiya.
"I said it has nothing to do with me, and that means it has nothing to do with me. Jiraiya, you'd better stop causing trouble on my territory! Otherwise..."
"Are you going to kill me too, just like you killed Brother Wu?! Come on!" His roar cut Danzō off. Then Jiraiya slammed a weak punch into the ground, powerful chakra erupting from his body.
"..."
Seeing Jiraiya in that state, Shimura Danzō said nothing more. He dealt with it in silence, waiting for someone to resolve the situation. Before long, Sarutobi Hiruzen arrived before them.
"Enough! Jiraiya!"
Jiraiya looked at Sarutobi Hiruzen indignantly. "Old man!"
"Go back." Sarutobi Hiruzen shook his head at him.
Jiraiya furiously pointed at Shimura Danzō and asked, "We're just letting him go?! Is that what you intend to do?!"
"Go back!"
Sarutobi Hiruzen's voice