I, Danzo Shimura, can still be saved

Moon hid behind the clouds shyly, leaning out slightly to look at the people on the ground.

At night, the cold wind blew up the fallen leaves, swirled and flew into the sky, and fell down slowly.

Somewhere in the woods, nearly a hundred Konoha ninjas were lurking in large trees wearing animal masks and night walking suits, and one of the ninjas jumped to the leader's side, leaned close to his ear and said

, "Minister Danzo, you have reached the target location."

The leader took off the mask covering his face, revealing an extremely handsome face, it was Shimura Danzo, listening to his words, nodded, and narrowed his fox-like eyes, as if something was brewing.

Looking at the camp where a bonfire was lit not far away, his fingers unconsciously tapped on the tree trunk, and the corners of his mouth hooked.

Turning his head to look at the group of root ninjas behind him, he instructed: "All spirits, this is the collective debut of our roots." "

Yes!"

As the elite of Konoha's ninja elite, every root ninja is at least an elite ninja, and they certainly take care of this vital task.

"Do you understand the mission requirements?"

All the root ninjas remembered Hokage's special request before departure, and must perfectly lurk behind enemy lines, disconnecting their logistics and nodding solemnly.

"Understood, perfect lurking!"

Hearing this answer, Tuan Zang frowned slightly, and asked again:

"Be specific."

They looked at each other, were silent for a long time, and answered with some hesitation.

"Kill all enemies."

Tuan Zang nodded in satisfaction, stroked his beardless chin, and said with a smile: "

Children can be taught!"

As soon as the hand was extended, the slashing knife quietly appeared in the hand, and the tip of the knife was pointed at the brightly lit enemy camp ahead.

"Next, give them a big gift, and let their blood open the root of Konoha."

"It's really lifting them, everyone, follow me!"

Mizuki Yuma took Danzo's words, stretched out his blade with his fingers, and after saying a word to the Shinobu behind him, Kazuma rushed over first.

The root ninja is not willing to follow, but in the process of advancing, there is a special law in the team, connecting everyone's breath and deeply convergence.

......

Allied ninjas occupy the stronghold.

The Iwa Shinobi squad in charge of duty kept patrolling and gossiping, and one of the ninjas looked around and said to the squad members:

"Everyone, don't team up with Yunnin."

"Why?"

Everyone in the squad gathered together curiously and asked.

"Ahem." He put his fist to his lips and coughed a few times.

Several ninjas took out a pack of cigarettes from their arms and skillfully lit them for him.

"Hehe, it's still the smoke in this Fire Country is strong enough, I know that a few of you have this thing."

He took a deep breath and spit it out reluctantly, his eyes dimly looking at the cigarette between his fingers.

Since the war, it has become increasingly difficult to buy such cigarettes.

"Okay, okay, you old smoker, but I'm the last pack, let's talk about it."

Iwa Shinobu, who took out a cigarette, gave him a blank look, and the baby put it away and hurriedly urged.

"This is also what my cousin's third uncle and nephew said, but he is over there in the main camp."

"Hey, your family has a wide network of relatives."

He tilted his head slightly and took another puff of his cigarette.

"That is, don't we have many brothers joining that vanguard force?

As a result, ah, just a week ago, gee. As

if thinking of something, he shook his head unfortunately, and the group of people around him was immediately anxious.

"Say it quickly! Out of context must not die well!

"Don't worry, as a result, our Yan Shinobu and the fog ninja next door are gone, so Yun Shinobu and they came back."

Hearing this news, they gasped, knowing that there were many ninjas in the vanguard troops, and they immediately thought of something.

"Shh~ should they be their own people..."

"Who knows? Just be careful anyway. The

sparks of the cigarette were getting darker, and Iwa took a sharp sip, put it under his nose and sniffed, and threw the cigarette butt behind him.

The cigarette butt cut an arc in the air, but there was no sound of landing.

Curiously glanced back, but did not expect to reach out a pair of sharp claws directly through his throat.

Flicking the blood stained on the spike, Mizuki Yuma kicked down the dead smoker Iwa Shinobu, stretched out his hand to take off the cigarette butt on his head, threw it on him in disgust, spat on it, and said with disdain:

"Damn it, don't you understand what public morality is!" Cigarette butts were thrown around, which really lost the face of the ninja.

Then looking at the remaining rock ninjas, "kindly" said hello.

The several Iwa Shinobu in charge of the guard saw the sudden appearance of Mizuki Yuma with a confused look, and after regaining his senses, he wanted to shout out, but he felt a pain in his chest.

Looking down, a sharp embroidered spring knife had penetrated his chest, and then, weakly, he fell to the ground.

"But it's really rude, I don't even say hello."

After nodding at the root ninja who solved them, he looked at all the tents, where all the Iwa ninja were still asleep.

"This is the last patrol team, right? After saying hello, it's time to visit the host, otherwise, it's rude. The

spikes in his hand stretched out again, and Mizuki Yuma slowly walked into one of the tents, where bright red flowers were constantly blooming in the white tent.

All the root ninjas pulled out their embroidered spring swords in unison, and the bright blade body and the moon leaning out of the body were intertwined.