Escape From Konoha

"This... How is this possible... No... It's not true... You're lying to me!"

After listening to the cold verdict from the oil girl Ryoma's mouth, Takeshi Fujisaki shook his head stiffly, with an expression of disbelief.

Immediately, he glared at the oily girl Ryoma with fierce eyes, trying to find flaws in his face.

However, despite him staring with such ferocious gazes, the oil girl Ryoma stood there with a calm expression all the time, staring at Fujisaki Takeshi's ever-changing expression motionlessly.

In the eyes under the sunglasses, there is no contempt or ridicule, but perhaps a little pathetic and pity that still remains in human nature.

With a trembling palm, Takeshi Fujisaki picked up the notice document that fell in front of him, and reflected the content on it into his eyes word by word, which was exactly what the oil girl Ryoma said.

And each of these words was like a sharp knife stabbing his chest, making him unable to breathe in pain.

Especially when the eyes settled on the final seal, there was an illusion that the heart stopped beating.

His eyes were dull, Tong Kong lost focus, and nothing but emptiness remained in his eyes.

"It's not true...it's not true..."

"Although you may not be able to accept it, the seal of Hokage can't be fake, right?"

"Why?"

He asked in a daze, and he still hadn't recovered from it until now, he just asked in a numb tone.

"Sometimes the work is done too well, it is also a sin. You have indeed caused us a lot of losses, and many of the handles have fallen into the hands of the third generation... But, those things, do you think the third generation dare to spread them out for use Suppress the root? If the core is not spread out, the remaining leftovers are just insignificant things to the root.”

"I don't believe it, you must be lying to me! The third generation... Master Hokage, he is not such a person! You lied to me!"

Takeshi Fujisaki rushed to the sill of the cell, stretched out his palm in front of the oil girl Ryoma, grabbed his collar hard, and stared at him with red eyes.

"Do you still have the strength to resist? It's really excellent, Fujisaki Jonin... But because of this, I can only blame you for being smart and handing everything to the third generation. Your Hokage-sama balances the forces of all parties in the village The stability of the village is the most important thing. For this reason, sacrificing one of your Jonin can not only threaten the root, but also avoid the turmoil in the village. This is a very cost-effective 'negotiation'. In the overall situation."

The oily girl Ryoma touched the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose with her fingers, opened and closed her lips slightly, and the words clearly fell into Takeshi Fujisaki's ears and penetrated his tympanic membrane.

"I don't believe it... this must be your trick..."

That being said, Takeshi Fujisaki's voice became smaller and smaller, as if he couldn't do what he wanted.

The strength to grab the oily girl Ryoma's collar is also shrinking, and her fingers loosen slightly.

The oily girl Ryoma put her palm on the back of Takeshi Fujisaki's hand that was grabbing her collar, and slowly opened his fingers one by one with a calm expression.

"Believe it or not, anyway, three days later, it will be the day of your execution. And everything about you will be forgotten by the village, and all files will be wiped out. Ten years... no, not ten years, just one year In two years, no one will mention you in the village. Just like that White Fang."

As if struck by lightning, Takeshi Fujisaki took a step back, his body trembled, as if he was full of fear for the man in front of him.

"So far, we have executed quite a few ninjas like you who sneaked in as Naruto spies... Some died in obscurity and their files were deleted, while others turned to the light and became the subordinates of Lord Danzo. Now, we can save Danzo-sama is the only one who will kill you."

Like the whisper of a devil, it eroded Takeshi Fujisaki's heart step by step.

"What... what do you mean?"

Takeshi Fujisaki seemed to understand, but also didn't seem to understand.

"It's very simple, really join the roots. Take revenge on the third Hokage who abandoned you, Danzo-sama will give you everything you want...wealth, power, status... as long as you nod at this time, Danzo-sama will save your life, You are so young, and you have a lovely fiancée who is waiting for your return, and you still have a rich life to experience in the future... Wouldn't it be a pity if you died so unknown?"

"Masumi..." Takeshi Fujisaki's eyes regained clarity in an instant, and his eyes were about to split open, as if the anger in his heart had been touched: "What did you do to her? It has nothing to do with her, and she doesn't even know about it!"

"Who knows about this kind of thing. Although we haven't attacked her yet, the purpose of our fundamental actions is to kill the wrong ones rather than let them go."

Oil girl Ryoma said so.

"Bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

He tried to grab the collar of Yuyue Ryoma with his hands again, ready to teach him a lesson.

The oil girl Ryoma stepped back alertly, and escaped Fujisaki Takeshi's sneak attack with a slight difference, as if she had calculated it.

"This cell is specially made. Even if you recover, it is impossible to escape. What's more, you are already a prisoner, and there is no place for you in this village. If you really want to give up your roots, it will be very difficult for you. Is it the last place to live?"

The oily girl Ryoma pressed for questioning.

The eyes under the sunglasses became sharp.

"I don't believe what you said, I want to see Master Hokage!"

Takeshi Fujisaki was very emotional, clutching the railing of the cell tightly with both hands, with bloodshot eyes, staring at Ryoma the oil girl, making his own request.

The oily girl Ryoma just sighed:

"Master Danzo is a person who loves talents. The time is not long, but it is not too short. You still have three days to think about. Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the future for your fiancée, right? A weak It is difficult for a woman to survive in this world."

Fujisaki Takeshi grasped the railing with increasing strength, and even blood seeped between his fingernails.

Immediately afterwards, he yelled:

"I want to see Hokage-sama! I want to see Hokage-sama!"

He kept yelling like that.

The regret on the face of the oily girl Ryoma is also more obvious.

Without saying another word, he paused for a look on Fujisaki Takeshi's face, then turned and left.

Seeing this scene, Takeshi Fujisaki's voice sounded hoarse, full of grief and anger:

"I'm not guilty, and I didn't betray the country or betray the village! I want to see Lord Hokage! You liars, don't try to lie to me! I want to see Lord Hokage!"

The more he yelled, the faster the oily girl Ryoma left, ignoring the yelling at all.

…

In the cell of the prison, the space is very narrow, and only a weak light source shines in.

In the corner, mice are gnawing on rice grains.

The floor was dry and cold, and the humid air was squeezed into this small space, as freezing as the harsh winter.

Takeshi Fujisaki, who was falling into a coma, shrank his body as if he was cold.

Cracked lips, thin face, haven't eaten for a long time.

His mouth was just murmuring repeated sleep talk:

"I didn't betray the village...I want to see Hokage-sama...I want to see Hokage-sama..."

While he was talking in his sleep, there was a sudden bang, waking him up from his dream.

He first glanced at the small and cold cell, and then set his eyes on the oily girl Ryoma outside the cell.

"Fujisaki Jonin, this is the third day, and it is also your last chance. Now, you can give me an answer. With this answer, we will decide your future."

Eyes closely.

Takeshi Fujisaki licked his chapped lips unconsciously, lowered his head, and leaned against the corner of the wall, curled up into a ball, ignoring the existence of the oily girl Ryoma.

"Fujisaki Jominin."

The oily girl Ryoma spoke again, and it could be heard that his patience was gradually being worn away, and his voice was full of force and force.

"I didn't betray the village, I want to see Hokage-sama..."

The words came out of his mouth very weakly.

He seemed to just repeat the sentence.

"So what if I see you? Fujisaki Jonin, please accept the current situation. You have been abandoned by the third generation. Between you and Danzo-sama, if you have to sacrifice one person, the third generation chooses Danzo-sama. That's all."

Oil girl Ryoma spoke again.

To Fujisaki Takeshi's tone, he tried his best to win over and was full of kindness.

"I want to see Hokage-sama..."

Takeshi Fujisaki continued to repeat this sentence.

"Remember, I'll ask for the last time, will you join the root, or continue to fight against Danzo-sama? I will decide your fate based on your choice."

Patience was almost wiped out, and the oily girl Ryoma took a deep breath, feeling extremely troubled by the other party's inattentive appearance.

Fujisaki Takeshi sneered lowly, as if disdainful.

The last bit of patience was also worn away, and the eyes of the oily girl Ryoma under the sunglasses became extremely cold and cruel, full of cruelty.

"Really? It's a pity. With your talent, after five or six years of working at the root, you will soon be on an equal footing with me, second only to Danzo-sama... What a pity, the third generation is not what you imagined So decisive and wise."

Saying so, the oil girl Ryoma unlocked the door and walked into the cell.

Black parasites crawled out of the black cuffs one by one, covering the entire palm.

Just as he was about to extend his hand to let the parasite deal a fatal blow, the sound of footsteps behind him made the oil girl Ryoma stop.

"Don't do anything just yet, Ryoma."

A gloomy and steady voice sounded.

"Master Danzo!?"

The oil girl Ryoma was slightly startled, Danzo did not know when he came to the rear left of him, and stood there firmly.

With his appearance, even the air in the cell was filled with heavy oppression, like being stuck in a swamp, and it became difficult to breathe.

The appearance of Danzo made Takeshi Fujisaki's numb face finally recover a little fluctuation.

He raised his already withered face, and met Danzo's gaze in mid-air.

Danzo looked away, glanced at the food and water source that hadn't touched a mouthful, then turned his gaze back, and landed on Takeshi Fujisaki's body that hadn't had a drop of water or food for dozens of hours.

I also want to know that the other party's body is almost reaching its limit.

"I want to see Master Hokage!"

The eyes that were dizzy from hunger were no longer cloudy, but became bright and full of saturated power.

"Ri Zhan will not come to see you, today is your deadline. For so many years, you are the first person to have this trauma to the root, those things leaked out, although Ri Zhan will not make it public, but it is always a trouble. "

Listening to Danzo's words, it seems that he also knows that his request will not be realized.

Takeshi Fujisaki leaned against the wall, turned his head sideways, and became silent again, not communicating with Danzo.

Hunger, thirst, and cold swept through his body. His body, which was originally full of strength, was extremely weak at this moment. He just fought his last willpower to support him until now.

"I appreciate your ability, but you have to know one thing, that is, even in the dark, you can contribute to the village. Not just standing in the light. The ideas of conservatives are too weak and deceitful. Adapt to this cruel era. Your character is also not suitable for being under Ri Zhan, come to me, and I will give you a new life!"

Danzo took a step forward, and the invitation was self-evident.

"Fujisaki Jonin, this is an invitation promised by Danzo-sama himself, don't waste Danzo-sama's good intentions. After causing a huge trauma to the root, you can still let Danzo-sama personally invite you. You are the first indivual."

The oily girl Ryoma also began to persuade him to give up the obsession with loyalty to Hokage in his heart.

"Danzo..."

A hoarse voice came from Takeshi Fujisaki.

Danzo narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not move.

Takeshi Fujisaki smiled weakly and said: "... Humans are creatures that yearn for light, and you also long to stand in the sun, and are unwilling to be shackled in the shadows of the village. So you desperately long to find Bright, but...cough cough..."

"but?"

Danzo became interested, and looked at this young man who had never begged for mercy to himself at this time.

"...However, it is more dangerous to have light in the dark. When you come to the bright side, it is your death. Your conspiracy to get involved in Hokage will not succeed. The root of your leadership is management Insufficient, the product of distortion and alienation, I am waiting for you below... Rats can only live in darkness!"

Hehe laughter came from Fujisaki Takeshi's mouth.

Although the voice was small, it was like a heavy punch, which hit Danzo's body, and also made the oily girl Ryoma's face extremely ugly.

"You bastard—"

As he said that, he had to do it, and let the parasites eat each other up.

Danzo stretched out his hand in front of the oily girl Ryoma, preventing him from doing anything.

He also looked at Takeshi Fujisaki with a slightly gloomy gaze, full of anger, but restrained it and did not attack.

"If that's the case, it's a pity, but you can't see that day coming. And, I won't fail!"

The confident and resolute words did not move Takeshi Fujisaki.

He just smiled at Danzo, then turned his head, continued to resist silently, and chose to remain silent.

waiting for the end of his life.

There is no hope of escaping from here.

"I will let you die as a Konoha ninja...do you have any last words?"

Danzo threw out a kunai from his hand, and stuck it in front of Takeshi Fujisaki.

Takeshi Fujisaki's eyes fell on Kunai, and as Danzo expected, he stretched out his hand, with the last strength, and held the handle of Kunai.

"Don't hurt Masumi, she doesn't know anything..."

A low voice sounded from the cell.

Then, he swayed his trembling body, swayed forward step by step, might fall down at any time, lifted the kunai in his hand, his eyes seemed to come alive, with a terrifying sense of power.

Danzo sighed.

The sharp wind sounded in the cell, entwining Fujisaki Takeshi's frail body that kept swaying forward.

A large amount of blood was sprayed onto the floor and walls.

Darkness swallowed this scene.

…

Soundless silence brewed in the wooden house in the dark night.

Asami Masumi sat on the floor with disheveled hair, and with the assistance of Shiraishi, after browsing through the entire memory process, she did not react as hysterically as imagined.

Just sat on the floor and said nothing.

Therefore, in this kind of tyranny and hatred hidden under the calm, in Baishi's view, it makes people worry more about the other party's psychological state.

The aura on the opponent's body is also full of bad and dangerous in various senses.

Whether it is a man or a woman, as long as it is a human being, after losing faith and falling into despair, the mood must be the same.

But behind the despair of faith, what kind of state of mind will be hidden?

And this feeling, Shiraishi did not know.

But he has seen how ninjas like this will practice their own path after their faith collapses.

"How about it, Asami-san, isn't this memory interesting?"

Shiraishi sat on the bed, clasped his hands together, put them on his thighs, propped up his chin by the way, and observed Asami Masumi's reaction with a smile.

Whether it's the reaction on the face, the reaction of the rest of the body, or the brilliance in the eyes, some useful information can be read.

However, none of these.

Maybe there are, but these emotions have been well collected by the other party.

The mirror reflected a very dazzling white light, which made people unable to see clearly what kind of situation her eyes on the mirror were.

She gently pushed the pair of thick-rimmed glasses that didn't look very conspicuous, on the contrary, she stood up slowly from the floor.

"Student Chiba, you seem to be very disappointed with my current reaction."

Not questioning, but affirming.

"One thing, after all, I'm ready for you to yell here, then grit your teeth and cry."

Baishi told the truth.

"In Chiba's eyes, are girls like this?"

Ask curiously.

"Logically, that's right."

"Unfortunately, I am not this kind of person. I have already cried once during the daytime funeral, and I will not cry a second time."

There was a slight smile on Asami Masumi's face, looking very refreshing and free and easy.

It's just that, in the black and white eyes behind the lens, there are a few streaks of hideous blood, exuding a dripping blood, which is very strange.

"It seems so right."

Looking at Asami Masumi who had quickly calmed down, Shiraishi felt quite troubled.

It might be a risky act to 'use' each other with such a woman.

"Tell me, what's your deal?"

Asami Masumi asked directly.

"I need a helper who will work in Konoha Hospital, provide me with information when necessary, and monitor the movements of the village."

Shiraishi did not hesitate, and expressed his request.

"Do you trust my ability so much?"

"With your talent, as long as you have enough time, it is not a problem to climb to the top of the hospital. In that case, the information you provide will be very valuable."

Shiraishi expressed his full confidence in the other party.

"The purpose of the transaction is to achieve a win-win situation for both parties... What can I get?"

Asami Masumi was not polite to Shiraishi.

Since it's a deal, it can't just be paid by himself, Baishi also needs to provide her with sufficient 'benefits'.

Transactions without 'benefits' cannot be maintained for a long time.

Baishi smiled slightly, and said calmly:

"I can make you conceive Fujisaki Takeshi's child."

This extremely calm sentence exploded in Asami Masumi's mind like a thunderbolt.

Her expression was no longer calm, she looked blankly at Baishi.

The incredible and the unbelievable are all there.

Pregnant? How can it be?

Although I am already a human being, every time I have **** with my fiancé, I have taken insurance measures, and it is impossible to conceive a child.

Well, the only possibility...

"Even if it's a corpse, I can use my ninjutsu to rejuvenate it and extract the necessary substances... At the moment your mission is completed, I will use this technology..."

Before Shiraishi finished speaking, he was quickly interrupted by Asami Masumi:

"Time! Tell me how long I need to serve you?"

It seems that he doesn't intend to waste time with Baishi here.

Baishi's deal is very much in her favor.

Rather, there is nothing that can move her enthusiasm more than this.

After taking revenge on Konoha, the Third Hokage and other high-level officials, the idea of ​​committing suicide for love disappeared from his mind in an instant.

Shiraishi paused, not annoyed by being interrupted, and still smiled gently: "Before you leave Konoha, don't worry, it will take up to twenty years. At that time, it will not affect your fertility."

"good."

Asami Masumi decisively gave her own response.

"So, the transaction is complete."

The smile on Shiraishi's face was even wider, he took out a scroll from his pocket, threw it in front of Asami Masumi, and asked her to catch it.

"This is part of the information about that technology, which can help you distinguish between true and false. I am not deceiving you."

"The preparation is really thoughtful~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Integrity is the basis of the transaction."

Shiraishi came over and held out his hand.

Asami Masumi hesitated for a moment, put away the scroll, put her palm on Shiraishi's hand, and held them tightly.

I saw Baishi was full of smiles, and his clear and firm voice sounded in the wooden house, with blessings:

"Then, on this road full of thorns, we will walk together. I wish us all a happy future, Asami-san."

Yes, I wish us all a happy future!

Asami Masumi repeated this sentence in her heart.

The body that had cooled down had already lost its enthusiasm, but because of Baishi's words, it was filled with vitality again and glowed with vitality.

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