"I never imagined that the once-renowned Darkness of the Shinobi World would fall this far."
Hanzō spoke to Danzo, his voice somewhat muffled by the gas mask on his face. His words held both mockery and emotion. Back during the Second Shinobi World War, the man before him had exploited one of his rare moments of compassion to force Amegakure to concede defeat. In the end, he could only abandon his ambitions.
He had the title of demigod, but could only hole up in a small ninja village. Even missions commissioned by his own country were scarce, let alone those from other countries.
By now, Hanzō had more or less abandoned his old dream of making Amegakure the sixth great ninja village. Maintaining his rule over Amegakure was enough.
"A temporary setback means nothing. At least I haven't given up. I will certainly take back what I lost with my own hands."
Danzo spoke coldly. Even though he had come to seek refuge with Hanzō, his attitude remained extremely arrogant, without the slightest concern that Hanzō might refuse to take him in.
"What do you think of my proposal? This would benefit both you and me."
"Hahaha, benefit us both? Danzo, why should I trust you? You haven't forgotten how you earned the name 'Darkness of the Shinobi World,' have you?"
The exposed half of Hanzō's face was full of mockery. He did not believe a word Danzo said. Besides, now that Danzo had lost Konoha's support, what right did he have to seek Amegakure's help?
"Hanzō, if I were you, I certainly wouldn't let my feelings cloud my judgment." Danzo sneered, then continued, "The Land of Rain hasn't been very peaceful lately, has it? I haven't been here long, but I've already heard a lovely declaration about 'spreading the