Konoha Village, Root Division.
"Hmph, still haven't found that bastard Orochimaru?"
"He has the research reports on Hashirama's cells. With only what we have, the progress is far too slow."
"Increase the search efforts. I want Orochimaru's whereabouts found immediately."
Shimura Danzō glanced down at the research report in his hand, his face dark with dissatisfaction.
The Root operative before him nodded nervously.
"Hmph, and that damned Gekko Chizan... this time, Amegakure will be his burial ground."
"The position of Hokage should have been mine from the start!"
"What Yellow Flash? Just a bunch of young kids thinking they can compete with me for the seat!"
Just as Danzō was venting his frustration, the chair beneath him suddenly trembled.
"Crack!"
"Thud!"
The high-quality chair abruptly collapsed. Danzō's heart skipped a beat, but he was a powerful shinobi—he quickly tried to steady himself, stomping both feet down to balance.
"Hiss!"
"Damn it!"
The moment his feet hit the ground, one of them landed directly on a broken chair leg.
A sharp wooden splinter pierced through his shoe and stabbed deep into his foot. Strangely enough, the shoe provided no cushioning at all—it was pierced clean through.
The pain stunned Danzō into silence, and the Root operatives nearby all stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
To think the disheveled man before them was their leader—the shadow of the ninja world, Shimura Danzō.
"Damn it! Who brought this chair in here?!"
"How could the quality be so garbage?"
"Find whoever's responsible for the office equipment and have him executed!"
Everyone quickly bowed their heads, not daring to look directly at Danzō.
Barely managing to steady himself, Danzō limped toward the laboratory, enduring the pain.
Under the dim light, every step he took left a bloody footprint on the floor, making one Root member's mouth twitch uncontrollably.
Inside the lab, a group of researchers in white coats were busy at work. Seeing Danzō enter, they immediately rushed to greet him.
But misfortune struck again.
One researcher holding a reagent bottle slipped as he hurried over. The bottle flew from his hand and shattered right in front of Danzō.
And just as fate would have it, Danzō continued walking forward—stepping directly into the broken glass and liquid.
"I @#!@#!%!@￥%!"
A surge of excruciating pain shot through his foot, nearly making Danzō explode in rage!
"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Danzō-sama!"
"I didn't mean to! Someone must have spilled water on the floor—I slipped on it!"
"I'm really sorry, Danzō-sama!"
The researcher was pale with terror. After all, this was Danzō—the man who killed without blinking an eye! He was doomed, completely doomed!
"You bastard! You idiot!"
"I told you to do research, not to make a mess!"
"Huh? What's this?"
Danzō's expression suddenly changed. He felt a burning sensation on his foot, followed by the sight of white smoke and a hissing sound.
A moment later, an unbearable wave of pain made him nearly lose his mind.
"Danzō-sama, that's hydrofluoric acid—it's highly corrosive!"
"You should wash your foot immediately, or you'll suffer serious damage!"
A bespectacled researcher crouched down, explaining the situation in an alarmed but serious tone.
Without a second thought, Danzō turned and drew the blade strapped to his back, swinging it straight down at the researcher.
"Crack!"
But he swung too hard—while the hilt stayed in his hand, the blade snapped off mid-swing, spinning through the air and plunging directly into Danzō's own arm.
Danzō: .....
Root members: .....
Researchers: .....
"Danzō-sama!"
"Medical-nin, quickly!"
The entire room descended into chaos.
Now, Danzō wasn't just furious—he was bleeding, and a sword was sticking out of his arm!
[Ding! The Cursing Technique: Draw a Circle and Curse You is still in effect.]
[Cursed target: Shimura Danzō. Current injuries: both feet wounded, arm injured. Curse termination requires just a little more damage.]
Hearing the system notification in his mind, Gekko Chizan couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.
Heh, you bastard Danzō, looks like karma's finally caught up to you!
Both feet injured, arm stabbed—tsk tsk, I wonder what part gets hurt next.
...
Back in Root headquarters, Danzō was now in the infirmary.
Medical-nin were treating his arm and foot wounds. It would've been fine—if only Danzō-sama weren't sitting there with a thunderous scowl.
"Kill that fool from the lab... and then..."
"Forget it! Spare his life for now. Just keep him under watch. If he doesn't produce a new report within one week, kill him!"
"Other than eating, drinking, and going to the toilet, he's not allowed to sleep!"
"Make him work! If he doesn't die from exhaustion, he keeps working!"
Agitated, Danzō swung his arm in frustration—and hit the wooden bedboard beside him.
The poor-quality board flipped upward, smacking the medical-nin right in the face.
The medic tumbled backward, crashing into the medical supply box.
All the scalpels inside spilled out, clattering to the floor—many of them embedding themselves neatly into Danzō's legs.
"Shing!"
Rows of scalpels now pierced into Danzō's thigh.
"You idiot! Do you have a death wish too?!"
"I'll kill all of you! Every single one of you! Are you all rebelling against me now?!"
Danzō completely lost it. His rage and bad luck had reached their peak.
The surrounding Root operatives held their breath, afraid even to move.
The panicking medical-nin, seeing the scene, scrambled to treat Danzō again, and the room dissolved into utter chaos.
"Danzō-sama, the team we sent to the daimyo's mansion has already departed."
"What are your orders?"
Another Root operative entered, only to freeze at the sight of his superior's sorry state.
Danzō, hearing his report, forced down his fury.
"Hmph. Keep close watch. I want to know the daimyo's decision immediately."
"Understood, Danzō-sama. We'll monitor it closely."
At last, Danzō managed to stay injury-free for the rest of the treatment session, silently enduring the healing process.
When everything was finally over, he slumped back into his chair, his expression dark and heavy—like a volcano on the verge of erupting.
...
Meanwhile, having received the system notification, Gekko Chizan ended the cursing technique.
Then, with a flash of the Flying Thunder God Technique, he vanished from Amegakure.
With the village now under full lockdown, he wasn't about to push his luck.
Nor was he planning to camp out in the wilderness. After a few quick teleportations, he had already arrived in the Land of Birds.
There, he could finally relax and enjoy some well-earned peace.
Returning to the warm embrace of a hot spring inn, Chizan let out a satisfied sigh.
After all, he had just messed with Hanzo the Salamander and pranked Danzō to boot.
Just thinking about it made him grin from ear to ear!
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