Danzo's Trump Card? It Belonged to the Uchiha!

Tanuki Mask accepted the order and was about to leave.

"Wait."

Danzo stopped him.

"Send someone to the Sarutobi family with some medical expenses."

"Tell them this old man failed to discipline his people properly and made a fool of himself."

Tanuki Mask nodded and vanished in a puff of smoke.

Danzo sat in the dimly lit hall.

His grip on his cane made it creak.

The Uchiha had pulled the rug out from under him, catching him completely off guard.

He had originally intended to use public opinion to isolate the Uchiha clan.

But now, the Uchiha had brought the overlooked members of every major clan onto their side, turning the Police Force into a community of shared interests.

Anyone who moved against the Police Force would be threatening those fringe members' livelihoods.

This was the kind of thing where one move affected the whole board.

Danzo closed his eyes and rubbed his throbbing brow.

Konoha's situation was slipping further and further beyond his control.

The front lines were a complete mess, and now this kind of nonsense had erupted within the village.

What he needed most right now was someone who could break this deadlock for him.

Someone who could see through the layers of fog and use methods even more ruthless than the mastermind behind the Uchiha.

Qian Ye's face surfaced in his mind again.

That young man who had spoken so confidently beneath the killing intent he radiated in the Root Base.

That genius who had turned White Fang's death into a great sacrifice with just a few words.

"Qian Ye, Qian Ye."

"When exactly are you coming back?"

Danzo opened his eyes, and a feverish gleam flashed through his lone eye.

As long as Qian Ye returned, this old man would transfer him into Root.