Chapter 17: Danzo’s Conspiracy
Night fell, and the village lights began to illuminate the darkness.
With the arrival of night, filth and corruption always followed.
Root Headquarters.
Two elderly yet sharp-minded figures, Mitokado Homura and Utatane Koharu, walked briskly toward Danzo's office.
"Danzo, it's late. Why did you call the two of us here?" Mitokado Homura asked directly.
The three had been classmates for years—who didn't know each other well by now?
If Danzo summoned them at this hour, it was ridiculous to think it was for nothing.
Homura was too old for nonsense. He neither had the patience nor the desire to waste time.
Danzo's deeply wrinkled face revealed a smile as twisted as a blooming chrysanthemum upon seeing his old classmates.
"Koharu, Homura, it's been a long time since the three of us sat down for a chat, hasn't it?"
Utatane Koharu narrowed her eyes, returning Danzo's chrysanthemum-like smile with one of her own.