Danzo Is Dead!?

A gentle breeze slipped through the corridor, carrying a touch of coolness.

Kakashi and Obito stood side by side, surrounded by a peaceful atmosphere.

Kakashi took a deep breath and broke the silence first, saying, "I'm sorry, actually last night... it wasn't your fault. I just vented my anger on you."

After Kakashi said those words, he himself felt a little incredulous, but at the same time, he also felt a sense of relief.

Obito stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning, staring at Kakashi as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment.

He simply couldn't imagine that the proud and aloof Kakashi of the past would say such a thing.

Seeing Obito's foolish expression, Kakashi couldn't help but smirk slightly beneath his mask, coldly remarking, "But your reaction is truly stupid."

Perhaps it was the joy of Koki waking up from his coma, or perhaps it was the closeness he felt with his father, that gradually melted the ice in his heart.

In short, Kakashi is in a good mood now, as if he has been relieved of a heavy burden.

His gaze refocused on Obito, his eyes shining with sincerity and revealing an unprecedented determination.

Kakashi slowly extended his fist, clenching it tightly. "Hey, loser, now that you've awakened your Sharingan, stop holding us back like before. We must work together to become stronger and protect him."

Upon hearing these words, Obito's eyes immediately welled up with tears, but a bright smile bloomed on his face.

He gazed at Kakashi with deep gratitude, his voice trembling slightly as he said, "Kakashi, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Obito swiftly extended his fist and slammed it into Kakashi's fist.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the two boys' figures appeared exceptionally resolute in the sunlight.

All the past disputes and misunderstandings seemed to vanish in that instant, replaced by their current determination and solemn commitment to the future.

A gentle breeze lifted the hem of their clothes, sunlight shone on them, and the clear chirping of birds drifted from afar. Kakashi and Obito exchanged a smile.

In Konoha, the sunlight, like a sword, pierces through the morning mist. As the sun rises, the village's hustle and bustle gradually awakens, and people bustle about in the streets and alleys, beginning a new day.

A bustling breakfast shop, the aroma of steaming buns rising and filling the air, attracting a steady stream of customers. The shop is packed, filled with laughter and lively conversation.

At a small table in the corner sat two people wearing Konoha Ninja vests. They looked slightly tired, but their eyes were still sharp.

One of them cautiously looked around, and after confirming that the surroundings were safe, lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Have you heard?"

The other person frowned slightly and asked in confusion, "What?"

The former took a deep breath, as if he needed to use all his strength to dare to say the next words. He lowered his head, his voice almost inaudible, as if squeezed out from between his teeth. "Lord Danzo... he's dead!"

"What?" The latter exclaimed in surprise, her eyes widening sharply, nearly dropping her chopsticks. Her voice involuntarily rose a few decibels, but she quickly realized her lapse and lowered her voice hastily, "This, how is this possible?"

"I heard there was an assassination attempt last night. Apart from the men he sent out, none of his other subordinates survived." The first person to speak spoke with a hint of disbelief in his voice, his brows furrowed tightly.

"This..." The other person was so shocked that he was speechless for a moment. His eyes were filled with complex emotions, including shock, doubt, and worry about the unknown.

"Who on earth has such audacity and ability?"

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing a deep unease in each other's eyes.

As dawn breaks, Konoha gradually awakens under the gentle caress of the sunlight.

However, the tranquility of this day was shattered by a shocking piece of news— Danzo was dead!?

The news spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of Konoha within a single morning.

On the streets and alleys, people gathered in small groups, whispering and discussing the news, which became their topic of conversation during their leisure time.

The ninjas finished their night patrol and gathered together, discussing the matter with serious expressions.

"Lord Danzo? How is that possible?"

"Who has the ability to kill him?"

"Really?"

The ordinary villagers also put down their work and sat together, their faces full of surprise and doubt.

"Danzo really dead? Or is it just a rumor?"

"I've heard about it too!"

"How could someone as cunning and ruthless as him die so easily?"

The heads of all the major families were greatly shocked when they received this news.

The head of the Nara Clan frowned and paced back and forth in his room; the head of the Hyuga Clan stopped his morning exercise and fell into deep thought; the head of the Yamanaka Clan immediately summoned his clansmen to discuss the matter.

Several people couldn't contain themselves and rushed to the Third Hokage's residence, wanting to find out the truth.

However, the Third Hokage all avoided meeting them, which only deepened the doubts in everyone's minds.

Konoha seemed shrouded in mystery, with everyone speculating about the truth behind Danzo's death and worrying about the turmoil this event would bring to the village.

In the quiet corridor of Konoha Hospital, Fugaku's figure was embedded in a chair, his face revealing signs of fatigue.

Those bloodshot eyes hadn't seen An Ning close for days. Because of his worry for Koki, he had almost forgotten the necessity of rest as time went by.

Now, his son's awakening is like a warm spring breeze, gently blowing away the heaviness that had accumulated in his heart.

At that moment, Yashiro hurriedly crossed the dappled light and shadow of the corridor, his footsteps echoing in the empty space like rapid drumbeats.

Fugaku's gaze followed Yashiro's steps, a question lingering in his eyes like a wisp of smoke.

"Clan Chief!" Yashiro's voice seemed to break through the barriers of the air, rushing straight to Fugaku's heart with a sense of urgency.

Fugaku frowned slightly and asked, "What's the matter that's causing you such a commotion?"

Before he could even stand still, the Yashiro, still breathing heavily, raised his voice. "Clan Chief, Danzo is dead!"

Fugaku stared at Yashiro in shock, his hands unconsciously gripping the armrests of his chair, his voice rising several octaves. "What did you say?! Danzo is dead?!"

"Absolutely true!" Yashiro's voice was firm and unwavering, the beads of sweat on his forehead gleaming with the urgency in his heart.

Fugaku's eyes widened, and he demanded, "Where did this news come from?!"

Yashiro quickly said, "Clan Chief, the news has spread throughout the streets and alleys of Konoha. Everyone knows about it."

Fugaku frowned, his gaze deep. He pondered quietly for a moment, seemingly sorting out the sequence of events.

After a brief silence, he stood up abruptly, his posture upright, his voice carrying an undeniable determination. "Let's go!"

Yashiro was taken aback and asked, "Clan Chief, where are you going?"

As Fugaku walked out, he said, "Let's go find Sakumo- nii!"

Considering Kakashi and Sakumo's situation this morning, if Fugaku still can't see that Danzo is related to them, he might as well give up his position as the head of the Uchiha clan!

Yashiro quickly caught up with Fugaku, and the two figures disappeared swiftly at the end of the hospital corridor.