This was pure taijutsu from a top-tier shinobi.
And clearly, Senju Yukika never held back when someone dared to show killing intent right in his face.
"You all heard that, right? He told me to hit him."
"He's a messenger from Sunagakure, right? So of course, I had to show him the proper hospitality of Konoha. If the guest asks for a slap—well, who am I to refuse?"
Even more outrageous was Yukika's shrug afterward—completely innocent, as if he hadn't just sent someone flying with a slap.
Talk about flipping the script.
His meaning was obvious.
Yeah, I hit him. But I had a perfectly good reason for it.
The Konoha shinobi looked around at each other, stunned. In the end, not a single person stepped up to speak in defense of Ebizō.
Sure, he was technically a diplomatic envoy.
But they were at war.
Just recently, Sunagakure had tried to kill them all—so why exactly should they now treat this guy with respect?
Did he really think he could throw around his "envoy" title and get away with strutting in like he owned the place?
A long silence followed.
Finally, Ebizō stirred on the ground, slowly sitting up.
But his face? Completely wrecked. Swollen beyond recognition, and his neck even looked a little off-kilter.
Yukika's slap hadn't just been punishment—it was a masterclass.
Don't kill the messenger during wartime?
Yeah, right.
Once blood starts flowing, nobody gives a damn about diplomatic immunity.
"Fine! FINE!" Ebizō shouted, his voice trembling with rage.
"So this is how Konoha treats its guests, huh? Message received, loud and clear!"
He glanced around, seething with humiliation. What was supposed to be an easy assignment had turned into an absolute disaster.
Let's be honest.
As one of the victors who had just bested Konoha on the battlefield, Ebizō had come here to flex—to deliver psychological blows and rattle Konoha's morale.
Instead, he was the one who'd been humiliated.
Retaliate?
Yeah, right. Dream on.
He was surrounded by Konoha shinobi. If he made a move, he was a dead man. His "envoy" title meant absolutely nothing here.
"Enough," Sakumo Hatake said coolly, reestablishing order as the acting commander. "So, representative of Sunagakure—why are you really here?"
He narrowed his eyes. Just now, Ebizō had mentioned Danzo…
"Your supreme commander is in our custody," Ebizō finally said, calming himself. "But Sunagakure values diplomacy. We aren't planning to kill him—at least, not yet."
Danzo's really been captured?
Senju Yukika raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised.
In the original story, Danzo never got captured by enemy forces. For all his flaws, the guy was slippery—he always knew how to save his own skin.
Sure, he didn't have a whole arm full of Sharingan eyes yet, but he was still once an elite under the Second Hokage's command. The man knew how to survive.
But then again, things were different now.
In the original timeline, this battle played out without Yukika's interference. Konoha's forces, though encircled, eventually regrouped and forced a breakout together.
But because Yukika had made an early move, the main Konoha forces had broken through ahead of schedule—leaving only the Shimura and Sarutobi clans behind to hold the line.
And once Iwagakure saw Konoha's main army escape, they restructured their formation to strengthen the encirclement.
There was no way Danzo could've escaped from that.
Unless he could fly.
Which, unfortunately for him, he couldn't.
So thanks to Yukika's interference, the remaining Sarutobi and Shimura forces ended up getting crushed. Outmatched and overwhelmed by the main armies of both Iwagakure and Sunagakure, they had no choice but to surrender.
It was a disgrace—one that would sting for a long time.
But Danzo wasn't thinking about pride. He just wanted to survive.
Only by staying alive could he regroup and rise again.
"What are your conditions?" Sakumo asked bluntly.
His mind was clear. If they'd captured Danzo and hadn't executed him immediately—then they were clearly here with an agenda.
Sunagakure wanted something.
"What do we want?" Ebizō said, his face twisting into something darker.
His expression turned feral.
"Simple."
"We want… you, White Fang of Konoha."
"Your life!"