Tsunade simply sat on the stone chair and started working on the spot.
One by one, the Root ninjas were brought in, their seals were broken, and then the Konoha Torture and Interrogation Force interrogated them about whether they had committed any crimes against the village. The profession of ninja is inherently associated with killing.
As long as it's not an act of rebellion, all other crimes will not be investigated. We're not worried about them not talking, because the Konoha Torture and Interrogation Force can read memories from people's minds, and even if there are seals, there are two sealing masters on site.
Whether Danzo didn't care about his reputation or left in a hurry, he didn't have time to destroy much of the evidence. For example, the equipment used for human experimentation, and the corpses of children who failed in their training at Root.
Hashirama Senju, a ninja known for his good temper, clenched his fists after seeing this. He never imagined that such a thing would happen in Konoha he had personally founded.
He started out wanting to create a peaceful world because he couldn't bear the thought of children having to go to war during the Warring States period.
Unexpectedly, after his death, these children did not die on the battlefield, but at the hands of the village ninjas. After their deaths, their bodies were also used, soaked in a special potion for further research.
Hashirama Senju remained silent, but anyone could feel the murderous aura emanating from him. At this moment, Shinjō finally sensed the aura of the so-called God of Shinobi, rather than the amiable middle-aged man from before.
Most of these dead children remain unclaimed.
"It's too depressing here!" Hashirama Senju together, and countless branches rose from the ground.
The branches grew into a large tree, pushing open the roof of the underground space. The tree continued to grow, finally breaking through the surface soil, and a beam of sunlight shone in.
The bright sunlight made the hall appear even darker compared to the previous one.
As the trees grew taller, they broke through the surrounding soil, allowing more sunlight to stream in and illuminating the underground space.
As if the sunlight had dispelled the gloom in people's hearts, many ninjas began to whisper among themselves.
Hashirama Senju stood in the center of the underground space. The space was already filled with ninjas and villagers, and even the stone steps were packed with people.
"I am Hashirama Senju." Hashirama Senju called out his name to the crowd of villagers. His gaze swept across the eyes of each villager, and every pair of eyes was filled with grief and indignation.
"I..." Hashirama Senju bowed at a 90-degree angle, "I'm so sorry, everyone."
" Lord First, this is none of your business," a ninja said in a low voice.
"No! I am the founder of Konoha, and I should establish better systems to prevent this from happening."
" Lord First!" A middle-aged woman finally broke down in tears. She was one of the few who could recognize her child's body. She hadn't cried when her child went missing, nor had she cried when she issued a mission to Konoha to find her child but received no response.
She hadn't cried when she recognized her child's body. But now, Hashirama Senju solemnly apologized to everyone, her tears finally streamed down her face. Holding her child, she couldn't stop crying.
Tobirama Senju stood beside his brother and bowed respectfully to everyone. Any remaining affection between him and his disciple had long since vanished; now he wished nothing more than to capture Danzo and deal with him honorably.
He walked back to Tsunade's side and said to her, "I'll seal him again in a while. I'll go and bring him back."
Tsunade her head, looked at Shinjō beside her, and said, "We'll handle our own affairs."
Shinjō had no objections to his teacher's words and wanted to deal with Danzo himself.
Numerous ninjas began busily clearing out the underground base. This wasn't the only underground base in Root; the rest were handled by the Anbu.
He was busy until dark before Shinjō walked home under the starlight.
Sasuke was holding a white jar filled with Two Tomoe Sharingan; he didn't see Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
Shinjō speculates that Danzo kept them with him. For Danzo, a Three-Tomoe Sharingan was equivalent to a life, and he would never lose it under any circumstances.
"Where will Danzo go?" Sasuke asked.
"I don't know," Shinjō guessed. "He has nowhere to go, only Xiao can take him in."
Danzo can no longer stay in the Five Great Nations. He is a traitor to Konoha, and other villages have no reason to offend Konoha, a Konoha with God of Shinobi, for his sake.
Only Madara Uchiha could save his life. However, Madara Uchiha didn't just take anyone in, especially Danzo, who was the main instigator of the Uchiha Clan Massacre plan.
"I'm going to find that man."
"Who? Your brother?" Shinjō turned around to see if Sasuke Uchiha was going crazy.
"I've waited too long." Sasuke looked at the jar full of Sharingan in his arms.
"Ha," Shinjō was practically laughing in exasperation, "Do you know who's there? Madara Uchiha! The strongest man in your Uchiha Clan, Madara Uchiha."
Do you think we negotiated with Madara Uchiha this time because we're easy to talk to?
"It's because I can't beat him! If I could beat Madara Uchiha, I would have already pinned him to the ground and beaten him to a pulp. Why would I have negotiated with him for five years?"
Sasuke didn't say anything, but simply took a piece of white paper from his pocket and handed it over.
Shinjō took it and, by the moonlight, saw that it only contained an address.
Did Uchiha Itachi give it to you?
"I don't know, but it should be him!"
"Don't go yet. Let me deal with the Impure World Reincarnation matters here. Don't worry, I won't participate in your duel, but I'll also exclude others from involvement."
"Good!"
If it were simply Uchiha Itachi coming to find Sasuke, Sasuke should be safe. I don't know why he came to find Sasuke at this time, since in the original story it's two years later.
Regardless of the reason, Sasuke's current level is comparable to when he was around 15 years old. Given Uchiha Itachi holding back, there shouldn't be any major problems.
Sasuke, carrying the jar, walked towards his clan's direction.
Shinjō also walked towards his home.
Back home, he sat down at his desk. He felt overwhelmed by the sheer amount of work that had been going on these past two days. Even after Hashirama Senju were sealed away, he wouldn't have a moment's peace; there were still a ton of Ninjutsu to develop.
My life is so hard; I don't know when I'll finally be able to relax.
Looking at the Nine-Tails leisurely wagging its tail on the desk next to him, Shinjō couldn't help but stroke its head.
"Boy, let me go right now! Or I'll eat you up!"
Nine-Tails ' words posed no threat to Shinjō; on the contrary, they made him masturbate even more.
It feels really good.
"Hey, Nine-Tails, do you have a name?"