Escape From Konoha

"This...how is this possible...no...it's not true...you are lying to me!"

After hearing the cold judgment coming from Aburame Ryoma's mouth, Fujisaki Takeshi shook his head stiffly, looking in disbelief.

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

However, despite his fierce gaze, Ryoma Aburame always stood there with a calm expression, staring motionlessly at Takeshi Fujisaki's ever-changing expression.

The eyes under the sunglasses did not contain any contempt or ridicule, but probably a little bit of sadness and pity that still existed in human nature.

With trembling hands, Takeshi Fujisaki picked up the notification document that fell in front of him, and reflected the content on it word by word into his eyes. It was exactly what Ryoma Aburame said.

And every word was like a sharp knife stabbing into his chest, making him unable to breathe in pain.

Especially when my eyes fell on the last seal, I had the illusion that my heart had stopped beating.

His eyes were dull, his pupils lost focus, and there was only nothingness and emptiness in his eyes.

"This is not true...this is not true..."

"Although you may not be able to accept it, the Hokage's seal cannot be fake, right?"

"Why?"

He asked blankly, and he still hadn't recovered yet, he just asked in a numb tone.

"Sometimes it is a sin to do a job too well. You have indeed caused heavy losses to our roots, and many of the clues have fallen into the hands of the Sandaime... But those things, you think the Sandaime dares to spread, and use To suppress the roots? If you don’t spread out the core stuff, the rest of the scraps are just trivial things to the roots.”

"I don't believe it, you must be lying to me! Mr. Third... Mr. 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 Aburame Ryoma, grabbed his collar with force, and stared at him with red eyes.

"Do you still have the strength to resist? You are really excellent, Fujisaki Jonin... But because of this, I can only blame you for being so smart that you handed everything to the Sandaime. Your Hokage-sama balances all parties in the village. The stability of the force is the most important. For this reason, sacrificing one of your jounin can not only threaten the roots, but also avoid unrest in the village. This is a very cost-effective 'negotiation'. In terms of the overall situation."

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

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

As he said this, Fujisaki Takeshi's voice became smaller and smaller, as if he was unable to do what he wanted.

The strength to hold Aburame Ryoma's collar was also decreasing, and his fingers relaxed slightly.

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

"Believe it or not, in three days, you will be executed. Everything about you will be forgotten by the village, and all files will be wiped out. Ten years... no, not ten years, just one In two years, no one in the village will mention you anymore. Just like that White Fang."

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

"So far, we have basically executed many ninjas like you who sneaked in to serve as Hokage spies... Some died in obscurity and their files were eliminated, while others abandoned the dark and turned to the light and became Danzo-sama's subordinates. Now, can we save Danzo-sama is the only one who has your life."

Like a devil's whisper, it was eroding Fujisaki Takeshi's heart step by step.

"What...what do you mean?"

Takeshi Fujisaki seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand.

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

"Masumi..." Takeshi Fujisaki's eyes suddenly regained their clarity, and his eyes were about to burst, as if he had been touched by the anger in his heart: "What did you do to her? This matter has nothing to do with her, and she has no knowledge at all!"

"Who knows about this kind of thing? Although we haven't taken action against her yet, the purpose of our root operation is to rather kill the wrong person than let go."

Aburame Ryoma said so.

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

He once again tried to grab Aburame Ryoma's collar with his hands, preparing to teach him a lesson.

Aburame Ryoma stepped back alertly, avoiding Fujisaki Takeshi's sneak attack by just a hair's breadth, as if calculated.

"This cell is specially made. Even if you recover, you will not be able to escape. What's more, you are already a guilty person, and there is no place for you in this village. You really have to give up your roots. This will not be good for you." Is it the last place for survival?"

Aburame Ryoma pressed for questioning.

The eyes under his sunglasses became sharp.

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

Takeshi Fujisaki's emotions were extremely intense. He tightly grasped the bars of the cell with his hands, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Aburame Ryoma, making his request.

Aburame Ryoma just sighed at this:

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

Fujisaki Takeshi's palms grasped the railing with increasing strength, and blood even seeped between his nails.

Immediately afterwards, he shouted:

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

He kept shouting this.

The regret on Aburame Ryoma's face became even more obvious.

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

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

"I am not guilty, and I have not betrayed the country or the village at all! I want to see Hokage-sama! You liars, don't even think of lying to me! I want to see Hokage-sama!"

The more he yelled like this, the faster Aburame Ryoma left, ignoring the yelling at all.

…

The prison cell is a very small space with only a weak light source coming in.

In the corner, a mouse was squeaking and eating grains of rice.

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

Takeshi Fujisaki, who was falling asleep, shrank back as if he was cold.

Cracked lips, thin face, not eating for a long time.

In his mouth he just murmured a repetitive dream:

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

While he was talking in his sleep, a banging sound suddenly came, causing him to wake up suddenly from his dream.

He first glanced around the small and cold cell, and then set his sights on Aburame Ryoma outside the cell.

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

His gaze was intense.

Takeshi Fujisaki licked his chapped lips as if unaware, lowered his head, leaned against the corner, huddled up, and ignored the presence of Ryoma Aburame.

"Fujisaki Jonin."

Aburame Ryoma spoke again, and it could be heard that his patience was gradually being worn away, and his voice was filled with a strong flavor of persecution.

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

The words came out of his mouth extremely weakly.

He seemed to only repeat this sentence.

"So what if I see you? Fujisaki Jonin, please accept the current situation. You have been abandoned by the Sandaime. Between you and Danzo-sama, if one person has to be sacrificed, the Sandaime chose Danzo-sama. That’s all.”

Aburame Ryoma spoke up again.

His tone was full of goodwill towards Fujisaki Takeshi as he tried his best to win over him.

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

Takeshi Fujisaki continued to repeat this sentence.

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

With his patience almost exhausted, Aburame Ryoma took a deep breath, feeling extremely troubled by the opponent's lack of energy and salt.

Fujisaki Takeshi sneered in a low voice, as if it meant disdain.

The last bit of patience was worn away, and Ryoma Aburame's eyes under her sunglasses became extremely cold and cruel, full of callousness.

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

Saying this, Ryoma Aburame unlocked the door and walked into the cell.

Black parasitic insects crawled out from the black cuffs, covering the entire palm.

Just when he was about to move his hand deeper and let the parasite deliver a fatal blow to the opponent, the sound of footsteps behind him made Aburame Ryoma move.

"Don't do anything yet, Ryoma."

A gloomy and steady voice sounded.

"Danzo-sama!?"

Aburame Ryoma was slightly startled. Danzo came to his left side at some point and stood firmly there.

His appearance filled the air in the cell with heavy oppression, like being trapped in a swamp, and breathing became difficult.

Danzo's appearance finally restored a trace of excitement to Fujisaki Takeshi's numb face.

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

Danzo moved his gaze away, glancing at the untouched food and water source next to him, and then turned his gaze back to Fujisaki Takeshi's body, which had not received any water or food for dozens of hours.

He knew that the other party's body was almost reaching its limit.

"I want to see Hokage-sama!"

The eyes that were so hungry that they were dizzy were no longer cloudy, but became bright and full of saturated power.

"Hiruzhan won't come to see you. Today is your deadline. Over the years, you are the first person to have such trauma at the root. If those things come out, even though Hiruzen will not make it public, it is always a trouble. "

Listening to Danzo's words, he seemed to know that his request would not be realized.

Fujisaki Takeshi leaned against the wall, turned his head, 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 now extremely weak. He only used his last willpower to support himself until now.

"I appreciate your ability, but you have to know one thing, that is, even if you are in darkness, you can contribute to the village. Not just standing in the light. The conservative ideas are too weak and can be bullied. Adapt to this cruel era. Your character is also not suitable for being under Hiruzen. Come to me and I will give you a new life!"

Danzo took a step forward, his invitation self-evident.

"Fujisaki Jonin, this is the invitation promised by Danzo-sama himself. Don't waste Danzo-sama's kindness. After causing huge trauma to the roots, you are the first to be invited by Danzo-sama in person. indivual."

Aburame Ryoma also began to persuade him to give up his obsession with being loyal to Hokage.

"Danzo..."

A hoarse voice came from Takeshi Fujisaki's mouth.

Danzo narrowed his eyes slightly but made no move.

Fujisaki Takeshi smiled weakly and said: "...Humans are creatures that yearn for light, and you also long to stand in the sun, unwilling to be bound in the shadow of the village. So you desperately long to be in the darkness. Find the light, but...ahem..."

"but?"

Danzo became interested and looked at this young man who had never asked for mercy from him at this time.

"...However, having light in the darkness will be more dangerous. When you come to the bright side, it will be your death. Your conspiracy to get involved in the Hokage will not succeed. The root of your leadership is A product of distortion and alienation due to insufficient management, I'm waiting for you down there... Rats can only live in darkness!"

Hehehe laughter came from Fujisaki Takeshi's mouth.

Although the voice was small, it was like a heavy punch hitting Danzo, and it also made the face of Aburame Ryoma beside him become extremely ugly.

"You guy-"

As he said that, he was about to take action and let the parasites eat the other party.

Danzo stretched out his hand in front of Aburame Ryoma to stop him from taking action.

He also looked at Takeshi Fujisaki with a slightly gloomy look, filled with anger, but he restrained himself and did not explode.

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

The confident and determined words did not cause Takeshi Fujisaki to move.

He just smiled at Danzo, then turned his head to the side, continuing his silent resistance and choosing silence.

Waiting for the end of his life.

There is no hope of escaping from here.

"I will let you die as a Konoha ninja...Any last words?"

Danzo threw a kunai from his hand and inserted it in front of Takeshi Fujisaki.

Fujisaki Takeshi's eyes fell on the kunai. Just as Danzo expected, he stretched out his hand and used his last strength to grasp the handle of the kunai.

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

A low voice sounded from the cell.

Then, he swayed his trembling body, swaying forward step by step, and he might fall down at any time. He raised the kunai in his hand, and his eyes seemed to come alive, giving him an intimidating sense of power.

Danzo sighed.

The sharp sound of wind sounded in the cell, entangling Takeshi Fujisaki's frail body as he kept swaying forward.

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

Darkness swallowed this scene.

…

A silent silence brewed in the dark wooden house.

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

Just sitting on the floor, silent.

Therefore, in Shiraishi's view, the violence and hatred hidden under the calmness made people even more worried about the other party's mental state.

The aura on the other party's body is also full of ominousness and danger in various senses.

Whether it is a man or a woman, as long as they are human beings, they must feel the same after losing faith and falling into despair.

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

But Shiraishi didn't know this kind of mood.

But he had seen how ninjas like this would practice their own path after their faith collapsed.

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

Shiraishi sat on the bed, clasped his hands and placed them on his thighs, supporting his chin while smiling and observing Asami Masumi's reaction at this time.

Whether it is the reaction on the face, the reaction of other limbs, or the light in the eyes, some useful information can be read.

However, none of these are available.

Maybe, but these emotions are well kept by the other party.

The lenses reflected a very dazzling white light, making it difficult to see what her eyes looked like.

She gently pushed up her pair of thick-framed glasses that didn't look very conspicuous, but rather plain, and slowly stood up from the floor.

"Chiba-san seems to be very disappointed with my current reaction."

Not in doubt, but in affirmation.

"One thing, after all, I'm mentally prepared for you to yell here, gnash your teeth, and cry."

Shiraishi told the truth.

"In the eyes of Chiba-san, do girls exist like this?"

Asked curiously.

"Logically, that's right."

"It's a pity that I'm not that kind of person. I cried once during the funeral during the day, and I won't cry a second time."

A faint smile appeared on Asami Masumi's face, looking very refreshing and free.

However, in the clear black and white eyes behind the lenses, there were a few bloodshot streaks with a ferocious color squeezed out, exuding a dripping blood light, which was very strange.

"It seems that's right."

Seeing Asami Masumi's mood calming down quickly, Shiraishi felt quite troubled.

To 'use' each other with such a woman may also be a risky act.

"Tell me, what's your deal?"

Asami Masumi asked directly.

"I need an assistant to work in Konoha Hospital, provide me with intelligence when necessary, and monitor the movements of the village."

Shiraishi did not hesitate and stated his request.

"Do you trust my abilities 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 is a transaction, it cannot just be paid by herself, Shiraishi also needs to provide her with sufficient 'interests'.

A transaction without "profit" cannot be maintained for a long time.

Bai Shi smiled slightly and said lightly:

"I can make you pregnant with Takeshi Fujisaki's child."

These extremely calm words were like thunder exploding in Asami Masumi's mind.

Her expression was no longer calm, and she looked at Bai Shi blankly.

Both incredible and unbelievable.

Pregnant? How can it be?

Although she was married, every time she was involved with her fiancé, she had taken insurance measures to prevent her from getting pregnant.

So, the only possibility...

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

Before Shiraishi could finish 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 here with Shiraishi.

Shiraishi's deal suits her very well.

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

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

Shiraishi paused and did not feel annoyed at being interrupted. He still smiled gently and said: "Until you leave Konoha, don't worry, it will be twenty years at most. At that time, it will not affect your fertility."

"good."

Asami Masumi decisively gave her own response.

"That's it, the deal is done."

The smile on Shiraishi's face became even bigger. He took out a scroll from his pocket and threw it in front of Asami Masumi, asking her to catch it.

"This is part of the information about that technology, which can help you distinguish between true and false. I didn't deceive you."

"The preparations are really thorough."

"Integrity is the basis of transactions."

Shiraishi came over and stretched out his hand.

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

I saw Shiraishi smiling, and his clear and firm voice sounded in the wooden house, with blessings:

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

Yes, I wish us all a happy and wonderful future!

Asami Masumi repeated this sentence in her mind.

The body that had cooled down had long since lost its enthusiasm, but due to Shiraishi's words, it was once again filled with vitality and glowed with vitality.