Tu Sheng [Hokage]

The dilapidated wooden door was corroded by the moisture in the ground. When it was pushed open, it made an unpleasant squeaking sound. The sound gave me goosebumps, but I couldn't see it clearly under the cover of the dragon scales.

The room is much smaller than that office. There are neatly stacked scrolls everywhere. Sealing techniques visible to the naked eye are floating above the bookshelf holding the scrolls. There seems to be an archive room where secrets are stored, otherwise there would be no secrets. There are so many sophisticated seals.

"Danzo-sama?" I called him in a strange accent, and the boyish voice that had barely passed the period of voice change echoed in the small space.

Of course, no one responded. I put my dark claws on the bundle of scrolls that was approaching me. With just a slight push, the bundle of scrolls, which was as thick as an adult's thigh, was cut in half diagonally by me and sealed. He also broke off in response.

I have always been immune to the sealing technique here. Maybe the dragon scales not only have super high physical resistance and magic resistance, but also carry a considerable toughness value 1.

Only my patience was gradually exhausted in the dense black characters. I shuttled between the gaps between the stacked scrolls at a neither fast nor slow pace. If my hands were free, I would scratch the scrolls and destroy them. Anyway, after they lost their owners, There is no meaning of existence.

The smell of blood filling the nostrils became stronger and stronger, and the warm liquid gradually drained from the decaying body, bringing a cold air of death.

Obviously, humans were delicacies that I could only taste occasionally, but now this taste is so disgusting that it can't arouse my appetite at all. It's all empty and pale sin.

"Zhi, village, regiment, hide" I called in a low voice

After I saw Danzo's embarrassed figure with his eyes closed, huddled under a push of scrolls, my mood suddenly became better.

His blood dyed the scroll beside him red, and his consciousness seemed to have entered a hazy state due to excessive blood loss. His usually sinister and serious face was now as pale as death.

I thought for a moment, and then the control dragon scales faded from my hands, revealing my original white and smooth hands.

He gestured at the old man's face and was about to take a picture when his red right eye suddenly opened. The three magatama separated and reorganized in his eyes, like ink dripping into a pool of blood, and the black color blocks gradually formed. A huge shuriken.

In an instant, an indescribable feeling of blockage exploded from the depths of my brain. I reacted almost immediately. Before the cold chakra could completely reverse my thoughts, the two separated fingers fiercely separated from me. His upper eyelid inserted/in.

When the blood vessels and nerves were peeled off, scarlet blood gushes out of his eye sockets and flows down his fingers. The bloody eyeball lies in the palm of my left hand, with an incredibly hot temperature.

Shisui's...eyes.

"Crack..." The human bones broke in response. I didn't give him any chance. I directly broke his neck bones before he let out a cry of pain, and his head, which had no support, fell down.

This time, the old politician who had been plotting his whole life was finally dead.

The blood soaked almost all the clothes on my body, and the exposed skin was blown away by the moist wind. After feeling that there was no other living thing in the entire base, I took back my overflowing power and took a nap a little sleepily. Hatch.

Shisui's left eye was sealed into a small scroll I carried with me. It's not much use for me to hold this kind of thing. On the contrary, it's easy to think of my dead friend when I see it.

It's really heartbreaking.

Calculating the time, it should be dark outside now. As for how to solve the problem after washing the roots with blood...

Those secret numb words actually record the reports of various human experiments. The names of the experimental subjects are a string of cold numbers. The boundaries of their blood inheritance were cruelly stripped away in the human experiments, and this power was forced into On another human body.

In my opinion, this can no longer be called an "experiment", and the method of grafting plants is nothing more than this. However, the structure of the human body is much more complicated than that of plants, so most of these experiments failed, but it is obvious that Danzo's The Sharingan is one of his few success stories.

An imaginary character with sharingan eyes all over his body emerged in my mind.

Ugh, so disgusting.

I originally planned to use Kumogakure as a shield, although doing so would definitely provoke a dispute, but the Uchiha were destroyed and Danzo died in my hands. Even if a war breaks out, I am sure to protect my own family.

but…

I put down the scroll in my hand and lowered my eyes to look at Danzo's body at my feet. War is not good after all, not to mention that now I have a better idea.

The dragon's blood contains huge and powerful magical energy. It is better to say that this energy comes from the blood. In the dragon clan, generally speaking, the purer the blood, the stronger the power. My blood comes from Mesopotamia. The lineage of God Damia is the ancestor of the dragon.

This kind of blood containing powerful magical energy can be absorbed by other creatures through injection, thereby achieving the effect of a special supplement. However, most of the dragons have acceptable combat capabilities. It is not easy to injure them, let alone slay dragons and obtain dragon blood. The possibilities are infinite and tend to be impossible.

Ingesting a small amount can prolong life and treat stubborn diseases for ordinary humans. However, once too much is injected, the body will slowly alienate and turn into a monster that loses the ability to think.

In order not to leave any trouble behind, this is undoubtedly the most perfect approach under the current circumstances.

I bit open the blood vessels on my wrist, and my blood followed the angle of my wrist and dripped out from the fracture on Danzo's neck. The blood merged into the dried blood vessels, washing out a trace of dissolution. The dragon's powerful recovery power allowed that The wound I bitten healed quickly, but the blood just now was far from enough to alienate his body.

The sting cleared my brain a little, and I bit open the blood vessel again, this time using two fingers to pull it open without letting it heal.

Danzo's body slowly twisted under the influence of excessive dragon blood. The dead flesh deformed because it could not withstand the extremely arrogant energy. The skin all over his body bulged up with many large bumps as if boiling, and finally the dragon scales tore apart. The thin layer of skin was gone, but it grew unevenly and densely in every place on his body.

I didn't stop bleeding until his body turned into a twisted monster. This man was already dead and there was no need to worry about him coming back to life after ingesting so much dragon blood.

I looked at his alienated hand with satisfaction, so that the wounds on the corpses could match this hand. If Sandai sent someone to check, there would be no possibility of suspicion on me.

In this way, the incident of bloodbath at the root was completely reversed. Danzo conducted human experiments on himself, lost control and went crazy and killed the entire base of ninjas, and then himself died of exhaustion in the end.

No one will know that I did it.

All those who could tell the truth are dead.

I am still the Jounin of Konoha, I am still Sakura's brother, and I am still a human being.