In the Hokage's Office, Hiruzen Sarutobi buried himself in a mountain of documents again.
Suddenly,
Bang!
Hiruzen Sarutobi's heart nearly stopped. Fortunately, it wasn't that familiar force.
An Anbu rushed in.
"Lord Hokage, a fake Danzo has appeared outside Danzo's house.
He's dancing, too."
"Oh, understood."
Hiruzen Sarutobi wasn't particularly concerned. A fake Danzo dancing-what was wrong with that?
Even if there was a problem, it was Danzo's problem.
There were three idiots in Konoha dancing every day and damaging his reputation as Hokage, too!
Hearing this, the Anbu immediately caught on.
Right, a fake Danzo dancing wasn't breaking any laws. What did it have to do with him?
The Anbu knew something wasn't quite right, but couldn't put it into words.
It was all because Konoha had far more than just one or two weirdos.
"Lord Hokage, that fake Danzo is spreading rumors about you."
"Oh? What's he saying?"
Hiruzen Sarutobi still didn't care.
His reputation had been utterly ruined lately.
Whenever he went out, there were brats singing all over the streets, asking people to take them to Konoha because the Hokage was their big brother.
Otherwise, they wanted to squeeze his crotch, or have him squeeze theirs.
Someone was messing with Danzo. Wasn't that perfect?
He, Hiruzen Sarutobi, was messing with Danzo himself!
The Anbu gathered his words, weighed them, and said,
"That fake Danzo said that you, Lord Hokage...
In your office, looking at pictures of beautiful women..."
Bang!
Before the Anbu could finish, Hiruzen Sarutobi slammed his hand down on the desk.
"Are you certain that dancing Danzo is a fake?"
The Anbu froze. Why was Lord Hokage reacting so strongly?
Could it be?
The Anbu's pupils gradually widened. He seemed to have discovered something incredible!
Would Lord Hokage silence him?
Meanwhile, outside Danzo's house,