He grinned so widely he could not close his mouth.
You?
You wanted to rule the Shinobi World?
Were you even worthy?
"Orochimaru?! What happened with Orochimaru?!"
The moment Hiruzen Sarutobi heard that name, he lunged at the cell bars, clutching them tightly with both hands as he roared at Danzo inside, "You've been in contact with Orochimaru all along?! Talk, Danzo! What happened to Asuma?!"
"Heh..."
Danzo did not rush to answer. The corner of his mouth lifted in a cold chuckle.
"Dan-zo!"
Hiruzen Sarutobi's eyes were blood-red.
"Third, your time is up."
Minato Namikaze's voice came from a distance, neither warm nor cold. "Please leave immediately, or... I'll have trouble accounting for this."
However unwilling Hiruzen Sarutobi was, he knew he could not stay any longer.
Hatake Xuanzhe and his people had been watching him, waiting to throw him, Utatane Koharu, and Mitokado Homura into this prison just like Danzo.
"Lord... Xuan Zhe... and... Lady Tsunade."
In a private room at Konoha Hospital.
Shisui Uchiha lay covered in tubes and wearing a ventilator. He opened his eyes after his coma, saw the people standing by his bed, and spoke instinctively.
"We finally suppressed the Wood Release rampage. You've really got some skills."
Tsunade turned to glance at Xuan Zhe.
"The Zanpakutō can pacify souls to begin with. This kid was lucky. Although Hashirama's cells went berserk, they didn't turn on his body."
After saying that, Xuan Zhe added inwardly:
The Senju and the Uchiha were family, after all.
The ward's incandescent lights were painfully bright.
Shisui's lips were cracked, and his throat felt as though it had been scraped with sandpaper. Only after a long while did he squeeze out, "Is... is this a hospital?"
Xuan Zhe stood beside the bed and looked down at him. "I'd