Some people think that Danzo is a anti-heroic character like Alex Mercer from “Prototype”, but Wang Yan doesn’t think so.
He believes that Danzo is the biggest cancer of Konoha, a typical representative of the villains from the Land of the Rising Sun—always committing the most unforgivable crimes under the guise of righteousness.
Such a person is simply not worthy to be compared to Alex Mercer.
Just look at what Danzo has done!
Extracting genetic material from the body of the First Hokage, injecting it into the bodies of sixty babies for human experimentation, causing those babies to die one by one, their genes mutated into deformities, and they died inhumanly.
Of course, Orochimaru has done similar things.
But Orochimaru is not as hypocritical as Danzo.
Danzo’s statement “You are the sun-bathing Konoha, I am the roots buried deep underground” is just the last struggle of a cunning villain trying to whitewash himself before death.
One should observe actions, not words. What kind of person someone truly is should not be judged by what they say, but by what they do.
During the Nine-Tails invasion, Danzo did not take action, and the Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze, died in battle.
As Konoha crumbled, Danzo disappeared without a trace, and the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, died in battle.
Why is it that during the Nine-Tails invasion, the ones who needed to be protected were Danzo and the Root, this old bastard, rather than the Fourth Hokage, who had limitless potential and impeccable character?
Why would they rather watch their comrades die than lend a helping hand?
One millisecond equals one thousandth of a second.
In this 0.001 second, Wang Yan’s thoughts swirled, brewing with anger and resentment.
And all these emotions violently rushed into Danzo’s brain along with his mental force.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The arm wrapped in bandages around Danzo kept bursting with round bloodstains, as if blood-filled balloons were being burst one by one by mischievous children…
“Ah!”
An old and painful voice echoed in the basem*nt.
The Root ninjas did not come to support because in their eyes, Wang Yan and Danzo were having a pleasant conversation, with a harmonious atmosphere, and it was impossible for them to fight.
Amidst the screams, the Root ninjas nodded from time to time, or simply responded with a simple “Yes, Lord Danzo” to the air that was giving them orders.
“They’ve all betrayed me!”
Danzo, mentally devastated, looked around for help for a while, feeling desolate in his heart.
Soon, he realized something was wrong.
Danzo looked at Wang Yan with a mixture of disgust and hatred in his eyes, shouting hysterically like a paranoid person: “Genjutsu! You’ve been hiding such a powerful genjutsu ability… I was right! You do have ulterior motives against Konoha!”
Um…
Although after purchasing his identity, everyone in Konoha acknowledged that Wang Yan’s ancestors were all from Konoha, and he was born and raised there, Danzo felt that Wang Yan must be a spy from another village!
Evidence?
Isn’t Wang Yan’s strong genjutsu ability solid evidence?
More importantly, Wang Yan’s refusal to submit to Danzo, the embodiment of justice, doesn’t it further illustrate his evil identity and purpose?
—Regardless of what others think, at least Danzo has convinced himself, and even believes that justice will prevail.
While Danzo was speaking, Wang Yan felt a murky and weak mental force emanating from him.
This mental force was not weak, and it was very stubborn, seemingly unwilling to give up unless it delves into his subconscious.
“Sharingan, Shisui Uchiha’s right eye.”
Wang Yan furrowed his brows, “This is… Izanagi!”
When they first met, the genjutsu Danzo used was just a small trick he had figured out.
What he saw now was the opponent’s trump card.
…
At this moment, in the town of Windhoek.
A tall man with a forehead protector that reads “Oil” on his headband is arguing with someone in front of the female bathhouse.
“I’m not a lecherous man. I’m just here for inspiration and to collect writing materials!”
The man’s white hair reaches his waist, and there is a red mark under his eyes. As he speaks, the red outer garment on his body fluctuates with his breath, as if responding to his words.
His face turned red when questioned, and he seemed somewhat embarrassed and angry: “I am Jiraiya, the author of ‘The Tale of the Utmost Guts and Willpower’ and ‘Paradise of Intimacy’! How could I do such shameless things? A writer’s business… seeking inspiration… seeking inspiration is not voyeurism!”
After arguing for a while, the man claiming to be Jiraiya suddenly noticed that the townspeople who had surrounded him with indignation had already left one by one.
They moved extremely quickly, like frogs being stared at by venomous snakes, or like mice being stared at by cats, each one shivering as they swiftly departed, giving off a scent of fleeing in panic.
“I’ve found you, Jiraiya,” a cold male voice rang in his ears, like the slippery movement of a snake whispering by.
The relaxed expression on the man’s face disappeared quickly, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.
“Orochimaru!”
Jiraiya stared blankly at the lean and young man opposite him, feeling somewhat distracted.
So many years had passed, he had aged so much, and Orochimaru still looked so young.
Perhaps, Tsunade-hime is the same?
At this moment, Jiraiya felt a sense of desolation lingering in his heart, and a bitterness that was hard to express.
Looking at the silent Jiraiya, Orochimaru smiled silently.
As a rigorous scientist, he had done some interesting research before coming here for the mission.
The mission target is “Jiraiya,” but is it really the Jiraiya among the Sannin?
Orochimaru found five unwilling subjects, used deep hypnosis to make them forget their previous names, convinced them both mentally and physically that they were “Jiraiya,” and then used Transformation Jutsu to transform into the appearance of Jiraiya. Then followed a series of inhumane physical and mental tortures.
Unfortunately, no matter how desperate these people were, Orochimaru did not receive a completion prompt for the mission, and the scroll of Scientific Ninja Arts still could only be partially viewed.
So, to complete the mission, he must find this idiot in front of him.
Former teammates, rare encounters, but the two did not reminisce about the past. Instead, they were both thinking about other irrelevant matters.
“Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!”
The first to react and launch an attack was Jiraiya!
Bang!
A huge fireball with a diameter of three meters burned the surrounding air extremely hot. Chakra gave it tremendous kinetic energy. In the blink of an eye, this fireball came to Orochimaru’s front.
“So many years have passed, and your progress is almost negligible, disappointing.”
Orochimaru shook his head expressionlessly and took out a bottle of colorless transparent liquid, sprinkling it casually…
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