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We must not be careless... We must never repeat the same mistakes!
He silently warned himself.
He wasn't stupid. He knew perfectly well why Hiruzen Sarutobi had suddenly attacked him last night and merged Root into the Anbu.
Given this, why would he stumble in the same place twice in this dream?!
A cold glint flashed in Danzo's eyes, and he snorted disdainfully in his heart.
"Hmph, at this point in time, I will not only become Hokage, but I will also find something on Hiruzen Sarutobi and report him to the Daimyo!"
If he can gather conclusive evidence of Hiruzen Sarutobi's crimes or dereliction of duty in his dream, and then return to reality, he can...
Isn't it just gathering information in dreams?
If even that brat Kakashi can do it, Danzo will only do it better!
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Shimura Danzo have been detected! Emotional value +500!]
Chapter 181 Who created the monster?
in the audience.
Hiruzen Sarutobi opened his eyes and found himself back in that familiar audience seat.
Sitting next to him were Akimichi Torifu and Mitokado Homura.
Hiruzen Sarutobi steadied himself, looked up at the large floating screen in front of him, and frowned slightly: "It's Danzo's dream again today?"
"Hey, Koharu didn't come this time?" Mitokado Homura looked around and muttered to himself, noticing that Koharu wasn't there.
Just then, the screen changed, showing a Root ninja kneeling on one knee, reporting information about Sakumo Hatake to Danzo.
Upon hearing this, Akimichi Torifu sighed, "What a pity about Sakumo Hatake!"
His gaze was complex, as if he were lamenting the fate of this former White Fang of Konoha.
"What a pity! He caused such great losses to the village, yet the village didn't hold him accountable..." Mitomon Homura snorted coldly, his words full of disdain and old grudges.
The Konoha advisor still felt indignant when talking about what happened back then.
If Sakumo Hatake hadn't abandoned the mission to save his teammates, causing the mission to fail, Konoha wouldn't have suffered such a loss.
"Stop talking!" Hiruzen Sarutobi abruptly interrupted Homura Mitokado's complaint, letting out a soft sigh: "Respect for the dead!"
As they were talking, a low, hoarse laugh suddenly came from behind them: "Heh heh!! You bunch of old geezers, you're still so disgusting!"
The sudden sound, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, coldly burrowed into their ears from behind.
Hiruzen Sarutobi and the other two were startled and almost instinctively frowned in unison: that hoarse voice was—!
The three of them immediately turned around alertly.
In the dark back of the screening room, a tall, thin figure was standing.
In the dim light, the person had long, jet-black hair, and golden vertical pupils that gleamed coldly in the dim light of the screen. Who else could it be but Orochimaru!
[Ding! An emotional fluctuation from Hiruzen Sarutobi has been detected! Emotional value +600!]
[Ding! A fluctuation in Akimichi Torifu's emotions has been detected! Emotional value +300!]
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Homura Mitokado have been detected! Emotional value +500!]
When Hiruzen Sarutobi and the others saw Orochimaru suddenly appear, their expressions changed drastically, and their anger flared up instantly.
Mitokado Homura suddenly stood up, glaring at him, his voice trembling slightly with anger: "You traitor! How dare you show your face again!"
Hiruzen Sarutobi stared at his beloved disciple, a complex expression flashing across his face: "Orochimaru! You actually came too."
His voice was filled with disappointment, anger, and a hint of indescribable heartache.
However, Orochimaru ignored their angry glares, appearing relaxed and unperturbed.
He casually found a seat and sat down, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Why can't I come?"
His voice was still hoarse and low, but it was full of malicious provocation, showing no regard for these former elders in front of him.
Orochimaru looked around the screening room with great interest, his golden eyes gleaming with excitement.
He surveyed the neatly arranged seats and the giant screen floating in the air, then suddenly gave a wicked smile: "Ha! This place really is real!"
Orochimaru's words made Hiruzen Sarutobi and the others feel a chill in their hearts.
He turned his gaze back to Hiruzen Sarutobi, pointed a long, pale finger at the screen in front of him, and said mockingly, "Old man! All your intelligence probably comes from here, right?"
Orochimaru narrowed his long, narrow eyes, his smile cold and mocking. "I knew it. Konoha is simply not capable of seeing through my actions right now!"
"You—!" Hiruzen Sarutobi's pupils shrank, and his face instantly turned ashen.
Upon hearing this, Mitokado Homura flew into a rage and stood up abruptly: "You traitorous ninja! What are you saying!"
"Your every move has been thoroughly investigated by Konoha!"
Mitokado Homura waved his sleeves, "The village spared your life, and you're not grateful at all, yet you dare to spout nonsense here!"
"Hmph!" Orochimaru sneered, looking at the furious Hokage advisor with disdain.
"With your level of competence," he said with a disdainful smirk, arms crossed, "you think you're worthy to capture me if I hadn't surrendered voluntarily?"
One sentence directly stung Mitokado Enoki's pride.
"You—!!" Mitomon En was so angry that his face turned ashen, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Homura Mitokado have been detected! Emotional value +500!]
……
On the screen—
Danzo was sitting in his office, flipping through documents, trying to figure out the current point in time in this dream world.
As he quickly browsed through the documents, he thought to himself, "Strange, if Sakumo Hatake is still alive, this place should be somewhere not long after the Second Shinobi World War ended..."
Danzo originally thought that since even Sakumo Hatake was still alive, this dream probably depicted the era right after World War II, before Sakumo Hatake committed suicide.
However, after carefully reviewing several records of dates and events, his one eye widened in astonishment—
The timeline of this world is already almost at the eve of the Third Shinobi World War?!
Danzo put down the scroll in his hand, his brows furrowed, and he was greatly shocked.
How can this be?
It's one thing that White Fang didn't die, but has the course of history been greatly accelerated?
Moreover, what Danzo found even more unexpected was that the documents clearly stated that Hatake Sakumo not only did not die, but also established an organization—
A powerful force whose strength is enough to rival the Root organization!
"An organization? It can even rival 'Root'?!" Danzo almost thought he was seeing things when he saw this.
He quickly examined the details and confirmed that the report clearly stated in black and white: Sakumo Hatake has many followers in Konoha, forming a White Fang faction whose influence has even penetrated the upper echelons of the Land of Fire, and has repeatedly dictated the course of major battles...
This was simply unbelievable to Danzo!
His lips twitched involuntarily, and he had only one thought in his mind: When did Hatake Sakumo become so capable?
Danzo was a little confused.
He instinctively closed the file, his breath catching in his throat, momentarily unable to accept this unexpected situation—
The White Fang who committed suicide years ago is not only alive and well, but is also secretly cultivating a force capable of rivaling his own Root organization?!
Thinking about the tricks he had played in that matter.
At this moment, even the usually shrewd and calculating Danzo Shimura couldn't help but feel somewhat uneasy.
Including reality, he has already messed up three worlds.
Could it be that he can't handle this world either?
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Shimura Danzo have been detected! Emotional value +300!]
However, Guo Ying, a veteran of countless battles, was no ordinary man, and he quickly forced himself to calm down.
After all, Kakashi would write a report and submit it to the Hokage's office every time he entered the dream world, and Danzo had seen quite a few of them, so he had some understanding of the specifics of several dreams.
This world is clearly Kakashi's dream.
Thinking of this, Danzo narrowed his eyes and snorted: Hatake Sakumo, humph! Just a defeated opponent!
Danzo Shimura didn't take it to heart!
However, he still felt indignant: Sakumo Hatake was able to establish a force that was on par with his own Root organization.
Danzo sneered, a shadow flashing in his eyes.
Suddenly, the entire base began to shake violently!
A series of rumbling sounds came from beneath the floor, as if some giant beast was rampaging underground.
Immediately afterwards, a series of ear-piercing "creaking" sounds, like trees being uprooted from the ground, rose and fell from beneath our feet!
"W-what's going on?!"
Danzo stumbled, grabbed the edge of the table to steady himself, and scanned his surroundings warily with his one eye.
Several scrolls on the desk fell to the ground with a "thud," and dust fell from the paintings on the wall.
The next instant, the center of the floor exploded with a "boom"!
Several incredibly thick tree branches suddenly sprouted wildly from the ground, piercing through the earth and twisting and coiling throughout the room!
The originally sturdy floor was forced open, creating a huge crack!
Danzo retreated quickly, dodging a flying paving stone, and looked up at the horrifying sight before him, his brows furrowing deeply: "Could this be—an experiment with Hashirama cells?"
He gasped softly, the thought flashing through his mind.
He couldn't think of any other possibility besides the uncontrolled cell experiment of the First Hokage, Hashirama, that could cause the trees to grow wildly and suddenly!
Sure enough, before Danzo could think further, a figure suddenly flipped out of the gap and landed steadily in front of him.
The newcomer had long, flowing hair, gleaming golden vertical pupils, and wore a Konoha headband on his forehead—it was none other than the young Orochimaru!
Orochimaru was emanating a strong smell of medicine and earth, clearly having rushed up from the underground laboratory.