Hokage: Sorry, Danzo is a good person

Konoha Ninja Village.

The busiest street.

"Dad, I want to drink too!"

On both sides of the road, a little girl with two braids looked at her father enjoying the drink, and couldn't help but show a greedy face, constantly clamoring to try it.

"Yo, little greedy cat, good, good." The middle-aged man looked at his daughter's request, nodded with a smirk, took out a pair of chopsticks, and put the wine glass in front of her.

Unaware of the truth, she drank the remaining half of the wine in the small wine glass in one gulp, and sprayed it out the moment she entered it. She kept flapping her tongue with her little hand, and said vaguely:

"Spicy, so spicy!"

The man had expected it and handed it over with a glass of water, smiling happily.

"You man, the child is still so young, let her drink."

The woman at the same table looked at the frolicking father and daughter, although she was accusing her mouth, her face was filled with a happy smile.

At this time, a newsboy walked into the restaurant, holding up the newspaper in his hand and shouting.

"Outside the number, outside the number, the war has resumed, the coalition forces of Yunnin, Wunin, Yannin, and Sannin village attacked our country's border."

Hearing the newsboy's words, all the diners in the restaurant changed their expressions and surrounded the newsboy one after another.

When the woman heard the news, her heart was shocked, and she looked at her husband nervously. He is a chunin that Konoha was making up, if there is a war.
Hearing the newsboy's words, the man couldn't help spilling some wine from the wine glass in his hand, and beckoned to buy a newspaper.

"Bring me a newspaper."

They were not worried about the authenticity of the newspapers, as all the newsboys in the village were children from the Konoha Orphanage.

This job is also a way for Konoha officials to encourage these children to support themselves.

After taking out the money, a man with glasses stepped on the table and picked up the newspaper and read it aloud.

"These guys really don't know how to live or die."

"The three major ninja villages gather a large number of ninjas to attack the country of fire. The strong are like clouds, known as an army of [-]."

A young ninja with a hedgehog head next to him looked at the declaration of the Sannin Alliance in the newspaper, and couldn't help frowning.

"Twenty thousand troops, here."

After hearing this number, the woman clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, her expression even more tense.

The middle-aged man held the newspaper in one hand, and held the wine glass firmly in the other hand, drinking in a calm manner. Seeing the young man's reaction, he put down the tea cup and said with a normal expression:

"Cut, it's just a title. I don't know how much moisture there is. Fifteen thousand ninjas are not bad."

After finishing speaking, he paused and patted his chest, "What's more, if we can defeat them once, we can defeat them a second time!"

After hearing what he said, the wife who didn't understand these things calmed down a little anxiously. She put her hand in his and held it tightly, as if she was afraid that he would disappear in the next second.

Feeling his wife's actions, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then he held her hand behind his back, and put a small hand on it. The man looked at his daughter's ignorant face, smiled and hugged her, and held his wife with the other hand, stood up and said:

"Honey, I miss the noodles you made."

"Okay, I'll go home and make it for you."

The whole family pushed open the door of the restaurant and walked towards their own small home.

The young man with the hedgehog head wanted to say something, but a ninja with gray beard beside him held his hand. He shook his head, looked at the happy smile of the family, smiled too, and approached his ear.

"Young man, go home quickly and stay with your family."

After finishing speaking, he patted him on the shoulder, carried a jug of wine and dishes wrapped in kraft paper, and walked out quickly with a newspaper between them.

Danzo, who had changed his face, sat alone on a table in the corner, drank the wine in the glass, stood up unsteadily, and shook the wine gourd in his hand.

"It's better to see veterans cry than to see them laugh."

Jumping on the roof, looking in the direction of the far border with drunken eyes, muttered: "There are more than ten thousand ninja coalition forces, heh, you really think highly of me, Konoha."

One of the important reasons for being able to win the previous battle was that the four major ninja villages fought separately. Only when one hand is clenched into a fist can it have strength, which gave Konoha a chance to come back.

Although Sand Shinobi didn't participate this time, the pressure he faced was not small.

As far as Danzo knows, the number of ninjas Konoha can fight now is less than [-], which is twice the difference in strength.
"Drunk and singing, what a life! Hahahahaha!"

Raising his head, he kept pouring the wine from the gourd into his mouth until there was no more wine in it, then threw it down, crushed it, and then fell headfirst on the roof, falling asleep.

Not far away, Tomona looked at Danzo with her hands behind her back and sighed.

"Hokage-sama, Danzo-sama." Anbu watched Danzo's actions and said involuntarily.

He waved his hand, glanced at the wine gourd that was crushed by him, interrupted Anbu's words, turned and left, "Don't worry, he knows the seriousness.

Just let him sleep, I am still his teacher, and if the sky falls, I will bear it first. "

Immediately, he left with a group of Anbu ninjas and walked into the shadows. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Danzo's face, which was golden and extremely beautiful.

That night, the whole village of Konoha was dimly lit with lights, and the sound of sharpening knives rang out from time to time, mixed with crying and laughter.