Konoha Hits The Soul

"Root" headquarters.

There was a dead silence here in the past.

Because of its hidden nature, few people know the existence here.

Even if someone approaches, it will soon be expelled, interfered by illusions, or disappear directly due to the presence of the guard.

But tonight, it was obviously different.

Except for some root ninjas who have been performing missions for many years, almost all of them in the village were sent by Danzo to the experimental base under his house for rescue.

There are very few guards staying here.

And when a team of Anbu and a man in red with white hair appeared here.

The so-called guards seem to have become helpless "decorations."

It's useless.

"Do you really want me to do it? A few brothers."

Facing the sight of the few root ninjas in front of him, Jiraiya had a small smile on his mouth, and stepped forward: "Don't make me difficult, but I have appeared here with the orders of Master Hokage, right? Your Lord Danzo dare not even see me?"

Several root ninjas stared at each other, but they only took out their weapons and waited for each other. There was no intention to retreat or let Jiraiya in.

"One by one is really mind-blowing..."

With a helpless sigh, Jiraiya's slightly lazy eyes suddenly showed his sharp edge.

The next moment, the soles of the feet on the wooden clogs exerted force, and they were ready to do it.

But at this moment.

However, a root ninja cast Body Flicker Technique from inside the base and quickly appeared in front of Jiraiya: "My lord, please go in for a while."

The eyes under the mask looked around the Anbu ninja behind Jiraiya, and added: "One person."

"Ha ha."

Jiraiya sneered: "Really, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat him?"

"Be careful."

He looked back and made a gesture to signal Anbu behind him to stay safe and stay here, "I will go back."

After all, he didn't look at the captain of the Anbu team who wanted to dissuade him from following him.

Jiraiya strode forward and directly followed the root player into the root base.

Came to the meeting hall, in front of Danzo.

In silence.

The three eyes are facing each other.

The tired one eye lifted, Shimura Danzō quietly looked at the white-haired man in front of him.

There is no more vigorous spirit that dominates the world in the past.

Inexplicably, I just want to sigh.

Once upon a time, the man in front of him was just a kid who hated him and didn't grow up.

The sense of justice that a ninja shouldn't have, his weak behaviors, and those bad hobbies that come from his teacher.

But who can think of it.

Is such a kid going to become the famous Sannin Jiraiya one day?

Not only did he grow up to a threat that he could not ignore, but he also possessed a keen political sense. After feeling dangerous, he gave up everything and escaped from the village without hesitation. Before leaving, he quietly cultivated a named Namikaze Minato. The kid madly adds to himself.

And now...

Ha ha.

It's really unpredictable.

"Why do you show such a regretful expression?"

Jiraiya raised his head and looked up at the man who was used to sitting in a high position and looking down at everything.

"You should have also heard of what is happening? You must be clear about the intention of being here?"

"When will Hiruzen get rid of his weak temperament?"

Shimura Danzō did not return to Jiraiya's words, but said to himself: "At this time, he should come by himself. He chose to send his own disciple to be this villain."

"Maybe the teacher feels that he will be soft on you when he comes?"

Jiraiya curled up his mouth and said without shy: "Since I understand what I'm here for, then I'm not too much nonsense."

He took out the scroll from his arms and held it up in front of him: "According to the teacher...no, according to Master Hokage's order, I hope you will immediately surrender control of the roots, and at the same time, please disarm all your arms... ..."

"Did you misunderstand something, Jiraiya."

The exhausted color disappeared, but it was full of bitter chills. At this moment, Danzo seemed to have changed back to that incredible root master: "When will it be your turn to be able to dictate in front of the old man?"

"..."

Jiraiya's expression stiffened for an instant, and then he laughed wildly.

In Danzo's increasingly gloomy eyes, the smile was extremely arrogant, and the smile was extremely ridiculous.

"Sure enough, such thankless drudgery really doesn't suit me."

He twisted his neck and stretched his body in front of Danzo. "Did you know? When I was traveling outside, I once heard a word...

Although I didn't quite understand at that time, now I finally understand—"

He spread his arms, looked frantically at the man in the high position, and said:

"When you can do it, try not to talk nonsense!"

The voice fell, as if some kind of shackles had been opened.

There was a crisp neigh of clogs rubbing against the stone slab in the air.

In this harsh sound, Jiraiya's figure suddenly disappeared in place, but in an instant, it flashed half a meter before Danzo.

But Danzo remained motionless.

The indifferent one-eyed still looked at Jiraiya mockingly.

Just then.

Behind Shimura Danzō's chair.

Something seemed to be in a trance.

At the next moment, the blast sounded again in the air, but a man wearing a root mask suddenly appeared in front of Jiraiya.

Chakra's hands wrapped in turquoise-green rose up, and...

A punch was blasted out.

In response to the green punch, Jiraiya's complexion changed, and the long white hair behind him immediately turned into a hardened spiked shell to block him, and his steps retreated sharply.

This is the case, but he was also hit by a long boxing.

The green Chakra entangled her long hair and immediately began to spread like a virus.

But Jiraiya seemed to have expected this for a long time. Before the green Chakra spread, he cut off the long hair with kunai directly.

Let the long green hair fall to the ground, and then gradually decay and turn into fly ash.

"Heh, can you do that, Jiraiya?"

Danzo showed sarcasm: "I don't know how many people want to kill the old man, but no one has ever succeeded. Do you know why?"

Danzo's mouth pursed coldly: "Because, except for the old man who wants to die, no one can kill the old man!"

"..."

Jiraiya was silent.

Until just now, he hadn't noticed the existence of this ninja at all.

And that kind of green, weird Chakra.

Even now, he feels a little surprised.

It is a toxin-like Chakra, which is highly contagious. If he hadn't just made a decision at the moment of receiving a fist, hiding his body with a needle, I am afraid that now, it is not just a matter of cutting his hair.

At least one arm must be cut to save his life.

There is even such a backhand hidden.

You really are... as insidious as ever.

Old ghost.

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