The Third Kazekage's Corpse
Hanzo of the Salamander as the clouds before a storm. He strode heavily toward the next room, his anger surging like flames in a tempest. With each step he took, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.
The moment he stepped into the room, he saw Danzo sitting in a wheelchair, his face frosty, his brows furrowed, deep in thought and silent.
Before Danzo could realize what was happening, Hanzo of the Salamander arrived before him like Hayate, Danzo repeatedly without mercy.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
The loud slap echoed in the room like Natsuhi thunderclap.
Danzo's cheeks immediately swelled up, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his eyes widened, and his face was a mixture of shock and indignation. However, faced with the overwhelming power of Hanzo of the Salamander, he could only swallow his anger and dared not resist in the slightest.
Hanzo of the Salamander roared, slapping himself repeatedly, "You idiot!"
After venting his anger, Hanzo of the Salamander calmed down slightly. He took a deep breath and then summoned his trusted men.
"You, depart for Konoha immediately and write a letter for Hiruzen Sarutobi," Hanzō commanded coldly.
The trusted aide solemnly accepted the order, "Yes, sir. What should be written in the letter?"
A cunning and ruthless glint flashed in Hanzō's eyes. "Just send one message— Uchiha Kōki must come to Amegakure, otherwise Danzo's safety cannot be guaranteed."
The trusted confidant received the order and immediately left, heading straight for Konoha.
Meanwhile, in Konoha, Hiruzen Sarutobi was sitting in his office processing documents when suddenly a ninja rushed into the room and placed a secret letter in front of him.
"Lord Hokage, an urgent message from Amegakure!"
Hiruzen Sarutobi frowned, opened the letter, and his expression immediately turned serious. The letter trembled slightly in his hand, revealing his inner unease.
He was no fool; the contents of the letter were perplexing, and there must be something fishy about it.
Koki is an important figure in the Uchiha Clan. Sending him to Amegakure would undoubtedly put him in danger. If anything happens, the Uchiha Clan will certainly not let it go.
However, Danzo's safety also worried him... Danzo! He was his close friend of many years.
Hiruzen Sarutobi sat in his chair, silent for a long time. He pondered a solution, his heart filled with helplessness. He couldn't predict how this turmoil would unfold...
As Hanzo of the Salamander's footsteps faded into the distance, until they disappeared completely into the silence, Sasori gently took a photograph from the depths of the drawer.
His movements were as if he were holding a priceless treasure, delicate and gentle.
Scorpion's gaze was fixed on the photograph. The person in the photo had a bright smile, like the most brilliant sunshine in spring, warm and dazzling. That smile seemed to encompass the whole world.
It instantly ignited Scorpion's heart, as if an invisible hand was firmly grasping it, causing his heart to beat faster involuntarily.
His gaze couldn't help but move upwards again, lingering on the flawless lips in the photo.
With a slight upturn of her lips and a faint smile, Scorpion seemed to be drawn closer by a mysterious force.
His eyes were tightly closed, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his Adam's apple moved rapidly up and down, as if he was trying his best to suppress the turmoil in his heart.
He pressed his lips close to the photograph, so close he could almost feel the breath of the person in it, but the kiss ultimately did not fall.
Scorpion was immersed in his own world, memories flooding back. He recalled the wonderful times he had spent with the people in the photos, those laughs, those warm moments that illuminated his dark inner world.
However, those wonderful times are gone forever.
He carefully put the photo back in its place, walked to the window, and looked at the world outside. The rain had stopped, the clouds had dispersed, and the long-awaited sunshine was bright, but his heart was still shrouded in darkness.
A moment later, the room fell silent. A strange light flashed in Scorpion's eyes. He slowly walked behind the table and gently pressed a hidden mechanism.
With a low rumble, a wall suddenly opened, revealing a hidden chamber behind it, filled with an old and decaying aura.
Without hesitation, Scorpion Earth Flow in. In the dim light, a corpse lay on the ground, lying there quietly, as if it had been asleep for a thousand years.
If the people of Sunagakure were here right now, they would definitely recognize that this corpse is none other than the Third Kazekage, whom they have been searching for for so long!
This Third Kazekage left an indelible mark on the history of Sunagakure, ascending to the position of Kazekage shortly after the fall of the Second Kazekage.
With his unique Kekkei Genkai — Iron Sand —he became famous throughout the Shinobi World. His Iron Sand Technique was renowned far and wide, as he could control Iron Sand for both attack and defense, making his enemies tremble with fear.
Therefore, he was hailed as the "Strongest Kazekage," becoming the pride and symbol of Sunagakure. However, at this moment, he lies quietly in Sasori's secret chamber, having become Sasori's trophy.
"What strongest Kazekage? I killed him anyway?" Sasori's nonchalant voice rang out in the secret chamber, breaking the deathly silence.
A naive smile spread across his face, like that of a child who had just received a beloved toy.
But behind that smile, the bloodlust hidden in his eyes was chilling. He looked at the Third Kazekage on the ground as if admiring a work of art he had carefully crafted.
Seeing that the person on the ground did not answer him, Scorpion's smile vanished instantly, replaced by anger and dissatisfaction.
"What a piece of trash!" He stomped hard on the Third Kazekage's head, as if to vent all the anger in his heart.
He felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure, a feeling of control over everything, of dominating life and death. He began to laugh, and the laughter echoed in the secret room, sending chills down everyone's spine.
Sasori was engrossed in his madness, completely forgetting that he had once been a member of Sunagakure and that the Third Kazekage had once been his leader.
He paced around the corpse of the Third Kazekage, admiring his masterpiece.
The moment he killed the Third Kazekage kept replaying in his mind, recalling the Third Kazekage's terrified eyes and his desperate struggle.
Those images filled Scorpion with immense excitement, and his laughter grew louder and louder, as if it would shake the entire secret chamber to its core.
He made a decision: to use the corpse of the Third Kazekage to create his most perfect puppet, making it his eternal masterpiece.
At this moment, the Third Kazekage's once majestic body could only silently endure Sasori's trampling and humiliation.
His soul may already be weeping in another world, but in this secret room, no one can hear his voice, and no one can save him.