I, Danzo Shimura, can still be saved

Konoha Shinobi Village.

The busiest street.

"Dad, I want to drink too!."

On both sides of the road, a little girl with two twisted braids looked at her father enjoying drinking alcohol, and couldn't help but show a gluttonous look, constantly making a fuss about trying.

"Yo, little cat, be good, good." The middle-aged man looked at his daughter's request, nodded with an evil smile, took out a pair of chopsticks, and put the wine glass in front of her.

Ignorant of the truth, she directly drank the remaining half of the wine in the small wine glass, and sprayed out at the moment of entry, her little hand constantly fanned her tongue, and said vaguely:

"Spicy, so spicy!"

The man had expected a glass of water and handed it over, smiling happily.

"You man, the child is still so young, let her drink."

The woman at the same table looked at the frolicking father and daughter, although her mouth was accusing, but her face was full of happy smiles.

At this time, a newsboy walked into the restaurant and raised the newspaper in his hand to sell out.

"Outside the trumpet, outside the trumpet, the war resumes, Yun Shinobu, Mist Shinobi, Yan Shinobu, and the combined forces of the Three Shinobi Villages sneak up on the border of our country."

Hearing this newsboy's words, all the diners in the restaurant changed their faces and surrounded the newsboy.

When the woman heard the news, her heart was shocked, and she looked at her husband nervously, he was Konoha in the middle of the compilation, if there was a war...

Listening to the newsboy's words, the wine in the man's glass couldn't help spilling some, and beckoned to buy a newspaper.

"Bring me a newspaper."

They weren't worried about the authenticity of the newspaper, all the newsboys in the village were children from the Konoha orphanage.

This job is also a way for Konoha officials to encourage these children to be self-reliant.

After pulling out the money, a man with glasses stepped on the table and picked up the newspaper and read it aloud.

"These guys really don't know if they're alive or dead."

"The three major ninja villages gathered a large number of ninjas to gather in one place to attack the country of fire, and the strong ones are like clouds, claiming to be 20,000 troops."

A young ninja with a hedgehog head next to him looked at the declaration of the Three Shinobi Alliance Army in the newspaper, and his eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle.

"Twenty thousand troops

, this..." After hearing this number, the woman's hand tightly gripped the corner of her clothes, and her expression became even more nervous.

The middle-aged man held the newspaper in one hand and the wine glass steadily in the other, drinking it unhurriedly, seeing the young man's reaction, he put down the teacup and said with his usual expression:

"Cut, that is, it is just a name, I don't know how much moisture is, and it is good to have fifteen thousand ninjas."

After speaking, he paused and patted his chest, "What's more, if we can defeat them once, we can defeat them a second time!" The

wife, who did not understand these things, heard what he said, and her anxious face slowed down a little, and she put her hand in his hand and held it tightly, as if she was afraid that he would disappear in the next second.

Feeling his wife's actions, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then held her hand with his backhand, and a small hand was also put up, the man looked at his daughter's ignorant face, smiled and hugged it, and the other hand held his wife, stood up and said:

"Wife, I miss the noodles you made."

"Okay, I'll go home and make it for you."

The family pushed open the door of the restaurant and walked towards their small home.

The hedgehog-headed youth still wanted to say something, but he was held by a white-haired ninja beside him, only to see him shake his head, look at the happy smile of the family, and also show a smile, close to his ear.

"Young man, hurry up and go home, accompany the family."

After speaking, he patted him on the shoulder, carried a jug of wine and dishes wrapped in brown paper, held the newspaper, and walked out quickly.

Tuanzo, who had changed his face, sat alone at a table in the corner, drank all the wine in his glass, stood up slowly, and shook the wine gourd in his hand.

"It's better to see the veteran crying than to see the veteran laughing."

Jumping on the roof, he looked in the direction of the distant border with drunken eyes, and muttered, "More than 10,000 ninja alliances, heh, you really can see me Konoha." "

An important reason for the previous battle was that the four ninja villages fought separately, and a hand only had strength when it was clenched into a fist, which gave Konoha the opportunity to turn over.

This time, although Shinobu did not participate, the pressure he faced was only great.

As far as Danzo knows, the number of ninjas that Konoha can fight now is less than 10,000 when it is fully fought, which is twice the difference in strength...

"Drunk as a song, what a life is! Hahahahaha! "

Raise your head, and the wine in the gourd continues to pour into your mouth, until there is not a drop of wine in it, you throw it down, trample it, and then fall headlong on the roof, and fall asleep.

Not far away, Tsuma looked at Tuan Zang with his hands behind his back and sighed.

"Naruto-sama, Danzo-sama, he..." a dark department looked at Danzo's actions and couldn't help but say.

With a wave of his hand, he glanced at the wine gourd that was crushed by him, directly interrupted the words of this dark part, and turned to leave, "Don't worry, he knows the weight."

Just let him sleep, his teacher I am still here, the sky falls, I will bear it first. Immediately

, he left with a group of dark ninjas and walked into the shadows, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on Tuan Zang's face, golden and extremely beautiful.

On this night, the whole village of Konoha was lit up, and the sound of sharpening knives sounded from time to time, mixed with crying and laughter.