Escape From Konoha Chapter 622

  Chapter 622 Bright future

   "This...how is this possible...no...not true...you are 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 fierce eyes, the oil girl Ryoma always stood there with a calm face, staring at Takeshi Fujisaki's ever-changing expression motionlessly.

  There is no contempt or ridicule in the eyes under the sunglasses, but maybe 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 gaze was dull, his pupils 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, but Hokage's seal is definitely not fake?"

"Why?"

  He asked blankly, and he still hasn't recovered from his composure 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 heavy losses to our roots, and many of the handles have fallen into the hands of the third generation... But, those things, do you think that the third generations dare to spread them out to suppress the roots? If the core things are not spread out, the remaining leftovers are just trivial things to the roots."

   "I don't believe it, you must be lying to me! Three generations of adults... Hokage-sama, he is not such a person! You are lying 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? You are 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 is the most important thing to balance the stability of all forces in the village. For this reason, sacrificing one of your Jonin can not only threaten the root, but also avoid 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..."

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

  The strength to grab the oil 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, you will be executed. 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 or two years, and no one in the village will mention your affairs again. Just like that White Fang."

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

   "So far, we have executed many 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 Danzo-sama. Now, the only one who can save your life is Danzo-sama."

   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, and 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 fiancee who is waiting for your return. You still have a rich life to experience in the future... Wouldn't it be a pity to die in such an obscurity?"

   "Masumi..." Takeshi Fujisaki's eyes regained clarity in an instant, and his eyes were tearing apart, 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 rather than let it go."

  The oily girl Ryoma said so.

   "Bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

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

  Yuyue Ryoma stepped back alertly, and escaped Fujisaki Takeshi's sneak attack by the slightest difference, as if she had calculated it.

   "This prison cell is specially made. Even if you recover, it is impossible to escape. Besides, you are already guilty, and there is no place for you in this village. Do you really want to give up your roots, which is the last place for you to survive?"

  The oily girl Ryoma conducts interrogation.

  The eyes under the sunglasses became sharp.

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

  Takeshi Fujisaki's emotions were extremely intense, his hands were tightly grasping the railing of the cell, his eyes were bloodshot, he stared at the oil girl Ryoma, and made 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 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? It is difficult for a weak woman to survive in this world."

  Takeshi Fujisaki grasped the railing more and more forcefully with the palm of his hand, blood even seeped between his fingernails.

   Immediately afterwards, he yelled:

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

  He kept yelling like this.

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

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

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

   "I am not guilty, and I have never betrayed the country or the village! I want to see Master Hokage! You liars, don't try to lie to me! I want to see Master Hokage!"

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

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

  At the corner of the wall, the mouse was gnawing on the rice grains.

  The floor was hard 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 is just whispering and repeating 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 sound, which woke him up suddenly 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 your last chance. Now, you can give me an answer. With this answer, we will decide your future."

   His gaze was fixed.

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

   "Jomino Fujisaki."

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

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

   Said this sentence from his mouth extremely weakly.

  He seemed to only repeat this sentence.

   "Even if you see it, so what? 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 chose Danzo-sama, that's all."

  The oily girl Ryoma spoke again.

   In his tone, he tried his best to win over Takeshi Fujisaki, full of kindness.

   "I want to see Hokage-sama..."

   Takeshi Fujisaki continued to repeat this sentence.

   "Remember, I will 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, the oily girl Ryoma took a deep breath, and felt extremely headache for the other party's oily and salty appearance.

  Takeshi Fujisaki sneered in a low voice, as if disdainful.

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

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

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

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

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

   "Don't do anything for now, Ryoma."

   A gloomy and steady voice sounded.

   "Master Danzo!?"

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

  His appearance, and even the air in the cell, were full of 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 haggard 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 Hokage-sama!"

  Hungry and dizzy eyes are no longer cloudy, but become 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, 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 time, but it was only with the last willpower that it lasted until now.

   "I admire your ability, but you have to know one thing, that is, even in the dark, you can contribute to the village. You don't just stand in the light. The ideas of the conservatives are too weak and deceitful to adapt to this cruel era. Your character is also not suitable for being under the command of Sun Zhan. Come to me, and I will give you a new life!"

  Danzo takes a step forward, and the invitation is self-evident.

   "Fujisaki Jonin, this is an invitation promised by Danzo-sama himself, don't waste Danzo-sama's good intentions. You are the first person to invite Danzo-sama himself after causing huge trauma to the roots."

  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 make any movements.

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

"but?"

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

  "...However, it is more dangerous to have light in the dark. When you come to the bright side, it will be your death. Your conspiracy to get involved in Hokage will not succeed. The root of your leadership is the product of distortion and alienation after insufficient management. 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 made the oily girl Ryoma's face extremely ugly.

   "You bastard—"

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

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

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

   "It would be a pity if that were the case, but you can't see that day coming. And, I won't fail!"

  Confident and resolute words did not move Takeshi Fujisaki.

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

   Waiting for the end of his own 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, and with the last strength, he 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 Takeshi Fujisaki's frail body that kept swaying forward.

  A lot of blood was sprayed on the floor and walls.

  Darkness swallows this scene.

   Silence brewed in the wooden house in the dark night.

  Asami Masumi sat on the floor with disheveled hair. 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, silent.

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

  The aura on the other party's body is also full of badness and danger 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?

   Baishi didn't know this feeling.

  But he has seen how a ninja like this will practice his own path after his 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 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 there are, but these emotions are well preserved by the other party.

  The lens reflected a very dazzling white light, making it difficult for people to see clearly what kind of situation her eyes on the lens were.

  She gently pushed the pair of thick-rimmed glasses that didn't look very conspicuous, on the contrary, they were very simple, and slowly stood up 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, and then grit your teeth and cry."

   Baishi told the truth.

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

   Ask questions curiously.

   "Logically speaking, it is true."

   "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."

  Asami Masumi showed a slight smile on her face, looking very refreshing and free and easy.

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

   "It seems so."

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

   It may 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 to 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."

   Baishi 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 as polite as Shiraishi.

  Since it's a transaction, 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 lightly:

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

  The extremely calm words exploded in Asami Masumi's mind like a thunderbolt.

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

   Unbelievable and unbelievable all have it.

   Pregnant with a baby? 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.

  Then, 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 Shiraishi here.

   Baishi's deal is very much in her favor.

   Rather, there is nothing that can motivate her 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.

  Baishi 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 deal is done."

  The smile on Shiraishi's face was even bigger, 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 did not deceive you."

   "The preparation is really thoughtful."

  "Integrity is the basis of transactions."

  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.

  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 and bright 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 was already full of enthusiasm, but because of Baishi's words, it was filled with vitality again and glowed with vitality.

  (end of this chapter)

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