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Chapter 68.1- One Thousand Hands

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I didn’t think this through. I did not fucking think this through at all. This was even more stupid than fucking breaking into Hashirama’s grave. This was the kind of thing that would lose me the support of the clans, the shinobi, even the fucking civilians. "If he can do it to a Clan head, think of what he’ll do to you” I could practically hear Hiruzen saying those words as he embarked on his campaign against me. I wouldn’t even judge him for it, I would do the same. My captive began to stir and I thought of how the fuck I’d gotten into this mess in the first place.

— SIX HOURS EARLIER

There was only one thought on my mind as I gazed at the empty casket. Danzo. Fucking Danzo. He dared. He fucking dared do this? While I lived? The audacity ate at me. It was a small miracle that I remembered to put the casket back where it had been and arrange things so there was no trace of my presence and actions. All the while, I thought of what I would do to Danzo once I got my hands on him— after I got back my Grandfather’s body.

When everything was sorted, I felt for the flying raijin seal I had on Danzo. He was in his clan compound. Teleporting to him would be risk. I had no idea who he could be with, I wasn’t good enough at genjutsu to make them forget my presence, and killing a random Shimura just didn’t feel right. So I did things the old fashioned way. I tore through the village, practically flying to the Shimura Clan’s minor district. It was more a street set aside for their use than a full blown district like the major clans had. Danzo’s building as the Clan head should have bene the largest, but I knew he had foregone the Clan Head’s quarters and instead lived in a smaller bungalow off to the side.

He probably did it to sell his reputation as a simple, and humble patriot. Even while he schemed and spat on everything my clan had offered him. Would the Shimura even exist by now if Konoha had never been formed? Clans like theirs were exterminated on an almost monthly basis vaca during the warring states period. They would have been just another casualty of the reality of war. A sign of the times.