The leader buried his head lower.
"Mangekyō Sharingan, I saw it with my own eyes."
"His left eye pupil technique can distort gravity, and his right eye can block ninjutsu with specific attributes."
"Iwagakure's one hundred and twenty elite troops could not even hold ten breaths in front of him."
Another intelligence ninja picked him up from the shadows.
"Iwagakure The surviving deserter also mentioned blood-red patterned eyes and incomprehensible eye skills. Intelligence Division has cross-checked and confirmed that it is correct."
Danzo squeezed out a low laugh from his throat.
The shock just now was swallowed up in his stomach, and what was left was uglier than anger.
"War will indeed ripen Uchiha."
His breathing became heavier.
It's not fear, it's something else.
Like a person who has been walking in the desert for three days and three nights, he finally hears the sound of water.
"During this war, that boy lost something important..."
Danzo said to himself, released his left hand from the crutch, and slowly stretched out towards his right arm.
A Root ninja asked in a low voice.
"Sir, do you want to report to Third Hokage immediately?"
Danzo turned to look at him, and the man immediately pushed his head back to the ground.
"Hiruzen is getting old and his heart has softened."
He slowly leaned back in the chair and unwrapped the outer bandage on his right arm inch by inch with his fingers.
The moment the bandage was loosened, the temperature in the stone chamber seemed to drop.
The skin of that arm was a sickly pale color, densely covered with spiderweb-like black lines.
At the intersection of the lines, there are several tightly closed Sharingan, nailed into the pale flesh by Sealing Formula.
Those eyes would occasionally move slightly under the surge of black lines, as if they were alive.
The rough lines formed by Hashirama Cells climb up the elbow, almost as if the entire arm is being eaten clean.
The Root ninja kneeling in the front row lowered his head, and no one dared to look more.
Danzo stared at his right arm, cold sweat dripping down his temples and into the hollow of his neck.
Hashirama Cells's erosion has become more serious than last month.
Sharingan can indeed suppress the rejection reaction after being transplanted into the right arm, but Hashirama Cells is Hashirama Cells after all. This thing has its own will.
It keeps growing, keeps devouring, and keeps trying to turn the host into its nourishment.
"Orochimaru's experiment is not stable enough."
Danzo used his left hand to hold down one of the restless Sharingan, and the restraint in his tone could not be concealed.
"Ordinary Sharingan cannot suppress Hashirama Cells for too long."
The intelligence ninja spoke.
"Sir, the Uchiha clan has experienced increased battle losses recently, and we can continue to collect them."
Danzo snorted coldly.
"No matter how many ordinary eyes you have, they are just consumables."
He slowly moved his eyes away from his right arm and stared at a certain spot on the stone wall, with the last remaining light of the torch reflected in his pupils.
"Mangekyo is the key."
Danzo's breathing slowly calmed down.
He wrapped the bandage back around again, his movements unhurried and slow, as if he were wrapping a precious gift.
Under the bandage, Chakra was still restlessly pushing against the sealing cloth. The cloth bulged and fell, making people feel cold in their stomachs.
"My lord?"
The leader of the Root ninja was still kneeling below and tentatively raised his head.
Danzo didn't look at him, tightened the bandage one last time, and then spoke again.
"Minato What's going on now?"
The Root ninja in charge of intelligence showed a respectful attitude.
"Minato Namikaze has completed the destruction mission of Kannabi Bridge and is leading the team back to Konoha."
"It is expected to arrive before noon today and will return to the front line of the main battlefield after two days of rest."
Danzo's fingers started tapping on the head of the crutch again.
Once, twice, three times.
The rhythm is neither urgent nor slow, as if he is playing some kind of beat that only he can understand.
"Uchiha Ye Where's that team?"
"Obito's legs were seriously injured, Kakashi's ribs were broken and his right arm was in abnormal condition, Rin Nohara Chakra was consumed a lot, and Uchiha Ye's left shoulder was injured."
"All four of them have injuries of varying degrees and will most likely apply for recuperation after returning to the village."
"With the current wartime establishment, we can get at least five to seven days of repair period."
Obito If he heard this injury report, he would probably be able to get up from the hospital bed on the spot and curse you for having seriously injured your legs. It's just that it's temporarily inconvenient for me to land handsomely.
Soon, Danzo stopped his fingers.
"Seriously injured, recuperating, Minato is not around."
He chewed these three keywords in his mouth, as if tasting some excellent ingredients.
Then he raised his head, and something clear finally appeared in his cloudy left eye.
The leader spoke.
"Sir, do you want to take action in the village?"
Danzo looked at him, and the old face regained the gloomy look that Root leader should have.
"The villagers took action to pass the knife to the Uchiha Clan."
"What do you mean?"
"Go to Mission Center."
The intelligence ninja immediately bowed.
"In the name of wartime emergency dispatch, Minato's Team will be assigned the task of escorting supplies in three days."
Danzo paused and glanced at the audience.
"During the war, Konoha has no idle people."
The intelligence ninja bowed his head.
"My subordinates understand, how to arrange the route of supplies?"
"The destination is Frontline Seventh Supply Station, and the route is Northeastern Mountain Road."
The ninja's pupils shrank.
Of course he understands what this means.
Northeastern Mountain Road is famous for its complex terrain with tall trees and dense forests.
The most suitable section of the road for setting up an ambush is concentrated between the 37th and 42nd milestones. Both sides of this section of the road are cliffs and dense forests, and the terrain is closed.
It's easy to get in and hard to get out.
Even if Kage Level ninja is surrounded, he still has to shed his skin.
"My subordinates understand that in terms of manpower..."
"Assemble two full squads, both with the highest configuration."
There is no fluctuation in Danzo's voice.
He raised his left hand and tapped his left eye with his index finger.
"Uchiha Ye's Mangekyō Sharingan, I want it complete, not even one is missing."
"Don't let them die too ugly."
The leader Root ninja finally raised his head and moved his lips, but finally swallowed the question.
"Yes."
"What about Minato Namikaze?"
"The transfer order will be sent to Hokage's Office first, and he will be called away by the front line."
"Uchiha Clan over there?"
Danzo Lift the crutch and press the scroll on the table again.
"Give them a commendation document, and then arrange a mission reward for Uchiha Ye."
"When the clan members are busy trying to show off their wealth, it's easy to forget that the knife is already at the neck."
This abacus is so good that the beads on the abacus almost jumped to Hokage Rock.
But Danzo still feels that he is sacrificing himself for Konoha. The old thing's self-impression can be called a Shinobi World specialty. Buy one, get ten free and free shipping.
Root ninjas all bowed their heads.
"Yes."
Danzo waved his hand.
"Everyone, step back."
Nine figures disappeared into the shadow of the stone room at the same time, leaving not even a sound of footsteps behind.
Danzo was the only one left in the stone room.
The torch finally burned away the last drop of grease, making a final crackling sound before plunging into darkness.
Danzo was sitting on the black lacquered wooden chair, and the Sharingan under his right arm was turning silently in the bandage.
He held his right arm with his left hand, and his shoulder slowly bent due to pain.
Hashirama Cells's erosion has become stronger than before.
He was like a beast that became excited when he smelled the word "Mangekyo", biting his meridians and muscles crazily.
Danzo gritted his back molars and forced back the violent force. Sweat flowed down along the wrinkles and fell on the skirt of his clothes.
"Uchiha Ye."
He pronounced the name in the darkness with a paranoid certainty in his voice.
"Your Mangekyō Sharingan belongs to Root."
He pushed the mission scroll into the secret compartment and added another sentence with a pious tone.
"All this is for Konoha."