Chapter 69.3- One Thousand Hands

When I formed the facsimile, I began to weave seals. With how old the technique was, it was no surprise it needs fifty-five whole seals. The maker had clearly relied heavily on the symbolism there— five elements, five nations. I finished that, and then felt the seal began to build within me. I took a kunai and carved the seal into the golem’s head. Golem was not the best word to use for this technique, but it was a passable one. You could also consider it a clone with a transformation technique.

When I finished, I took out the vial and poured the blood on the mud model .Where the blood touched, the mud washed away, revealing skin that had flesh and blood beneath it. Well, at least some amount of flesh and blood, I felt my mental connection with the golem form. If this seal had been made after Tobirama invented the shadow clone jutsu, maybe the creator would have been able to integrate my Granduncle’s thingy with splitting the user’s yin chakra in half.

Instead, this one took a large chunk of my chakra to form and then then my mind had to remain with the golem throughout.

I rose as Danzo Shimura. Close enough to him, that no one would be able to tell unless they looked too closely. One advantage of having fought the man and run a mission with him was that I’d seen him walk and talk enough times. It wasn’t the sharingan’s level of mimicry but training to learn the transformation jutsu at the academy had come with more than just basic understanding of how to copy the way people walked and talked as part of the curriculum.

I left the house, and took a left. Danzo was fond of walking the streets of the village rather than body flickering and using the rooftops like most of the other shinobi did. As I walked, I noticed that Konoha’s nightlife was slowly beginning to buzz again. Now that the consensus was no longer that we were going to be dying in a matter of time, they were in far better moods. I waved back to he people who waved in my direction.

“Danzo-san, how are you? Thank you for the help with Satoshi-san” One civilian woman closing down a store said. I was stumped for a second, but adapted in no time, thinking of a reply.

“You are very welcome. It was my pleasure. I do hope he is doing well”’ I said, not even trying to guess her name. If she felt anything was up with it, then there was no sign and I was on my way again. The journey to the hospital was filled with encounters like that. Civilian parents thanking him for helping their children learn jutsu, getting them into the academy, buying them kunai and shuriken, all those things. The bastard had been building his own support system under my nose, I thought with a snarl.