Danzo stood atop the Hokage Building, watching the people coming and going below, every last one sporting a visually explosive hairstyle. He felt his blood pressure rising...
How had a perfectly good village ended up like this...?
Danzo looked at the glass in front of him in the light. Seeing his own reflection only made his headache worse...
"Danzo, you need to solve this Shamate craze sweeping the village as soon as possible," Hiruzen said angrily as he slowly walked into the office.
"Shamate? What does that mean?" Danzo turned around and looked at Hiruzen in confusion.
"It's this hairstyle and a kind of culture that's popular online. Some people call it Shamate," Hiruzen said indignantly, sitting down on the sofa beside him.
"What happened? Did you run into some trouble?" Danzo sat down and asked in confusion.
"Normally, I wouldn't care if the villagers fooled around however they liked. But now even the shinobi have started doing this. Do you realize how terrifying that is for a village?" Hiruzen snorted, paying no attention whatsoever to the three pink pillars on his head.
If it had only been ordinary shinobi doing this, that would have been one thing. The problem was that it had become popular even in their ANBU.
Have you ever fucking seen another village's ANBU sporting mohawks? They're ANBU! A secret special unit for assassinations! With hair like that, how the hell are you supposed to assassinate anyone?
Even more ridiculous was what had happened yesterday, when an ANBU squad went out on a mission. One of its members had gone bald, and while they were carrying out their mission in the moonlight, his head shone like a light bulb in the darkness, giving away his position with ease. Fortunately, he had returned safely.
And there had