From the Navy Admiral to the Gotei 13

The figure walked out of the wall very naturally, as if it had no substance.

Yet, it looked very real, except for the figure's eyes, which seemed to emit a strange glow deep in the pupils.

"What are you doing here?" Danzo asked.

“Well, saying goodbye to your old friend?” Diarmait thought for a moment and said.

Danzo's heart sank. Goodbye?

As expected, are you here to kill me and silence me?!

He was also a guy who reacted quickly. Diarmuid was just about to talk to him about the Sharingan, and he would be leaving Konoha in about two days.

Before he left, it was definitely impossible for him to see Danzo again, so when we met, I just said hello to him...

However, he didn't say the rest of the words before he saw the kunai in Danzo's hand flying towards him.

Diarmait???

Are you so fucking brave? You dare to fight me now?

There was no intention of dodging at all, and the kunai directly penetrated Diarmait's body. At this time, he was in a soul body, and conventional means could not hurt him at all.

"What?" Shimura Danzo's eyes flashed with surprise. He quickly formed a seal with his hands and shouted, "Wind Style. Wind Cutting Technique."

But before he could release this technique, a tremor from deep within his soul caused the chakra in his body to become disordered.

The technique that was about to be released collapsed in his hand.

"Did you...take the wrong medicine?" Diarmuid walked towards Danzo Shimura.

Danzo Shimura found that he seemed to be bound by some invisible force, or perhaps it was intimidated. His body was shaking involuntarily, as if he was facing his natural enemy. It was a fear that came from the depths of his soul.

He couldn't move at all.

Diarmait raised his hand and grabbed Danzo's neck. Then, the hand seemed to sink into Danzo's throat and invaded his neck.

Then, Diarmuid suddenly pulled outwards, pulling out a dark green shadow directly from Danzo's body.

This is the soul of Danzo!

Danzo's soul had never received any tempering or training. In front of Diarmait's powerful soul, it was like a little chicken and had no power to resist at all.

Holding Danzo's soul by the neck, Diarmait said coldly, "If you want to die, you can just tell me."

"You are going to kill me, won't you allow me to take action first?" Danzo's soul said tremblingly.

This trembling did not mean that he was afraid of Diarmait.

It is just an instinctive reaction when a weak soul meets a strong soul.

Diarmait???

Diarmait's expression was a little confused and puzzled, and Danzo immediately caught this confusion.

I was a little confused.

"When did I say I was going to kill you?" Diarmait asked.

"You just said that you came to say goodbye to me, your old friend... Isn't that what you meant? Was it Sarutobi Hiruzen who asked you to come? That guy has really improved..." Danzo said.

Diarmait scratched his head, then pushed his arm forward, as if stuffing something, and stuffed Danzo's soul back into his body.

"You guy, are you suffering from delusion of destruction? I just thought that I will be leaving in two days and will definitely not find another chance to meet you. I just happened to meet you here today and say hello to you." Diarmait said with a smile, his expression also slightly sarcastic.

Danzo's soul returned to its place, and he quickly touched his body with his hands. This feeling was really novel.

He has never had an out-of-body experience.

At the same time, his fear of Diarmait became even deeper.

What's going on with this guy? He's been in the ninja world for decades, but he still walks in the dark, and he's seen more mysteries than a normal person.

But I have never seen such an operation, to forcibly pull a person's soul out of the body with bare hands?

And that inexplicable pressure just now...it was as if my soul was imprisoned.

Is that why I can't move?

"Sorry, I thought you were going to kill me." Danzo came to his senses at this time and explained.

Diarmuid didn't bother to argue with this guy and said directly, "I have sealed the Sharingan in the scroll. Your copy is also with me. When I return, Orochimaru and the others will start new research. When they have the results you want, they will send them to you."

Shimura Danzo nodded, then said, "Of course I believe in the credibility of your Yorozuya."

"Well, that's good." Diarmuid nodded, then said: "Don't touch that Uchiha Sasuke."

Shimura Danzo's eyes flashed with surprise, and he continued, "Why? Are you interested in him too?"

"Hehe, I am interested. I always want to compare and see how far his Sharingan can grow. Anyway, don't interfere. He is the only one in the Uchiha family. It won't affect you, right?" Diarmait said with a smile.

Danzo Shimura would certainly not refuse Diarmait's small request, not to mention that he had already considered it before.

"For your sake, there is naturally no problem." Danzo said very sincerely.

"I wouldn't believe you." Diarmait said with a smile.

Danzo???

"The Uchiha clan has been exterminated. For a long time to come, Konoha will not have any internal problems. So, we probably won't cooperate again for a long time..." Diarmait said with a little emotion.

Danzo listened to this with a helpless and unwilling expression. In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore and asked aggrievedly: "What about the promise you made to support me to become Hokage?"

"Didn't I support you?" Diarmait looked at Danzo in surprise.

He looked like, how could you say such a thing.

Danzo???

What do you support?

I asked you to help me kill Hiruzen, but you refused!

"You didn't seize such a good opportunity during the Nine-Tailed Fox Incident. Can you blame me for that?" Diarmuid then revealed Danzo's scar again.

Danzo immediately remembered his previous outburst, his face flushed, and he said awkwardly, "Ahem, let's not talk about the past anymore. What do you think now?"

"Of course I support you!" Diarmait patted Danzo's shoulder and said as if we were good brothers.

After a brief pause, Diarmait continued, "But you have to have enough opportunities. Next time, next time, please let me know when you have the chance, and I will definitely come and help you..."

Danzo Shimura was no fool, so of course he could hear the insincerity in Diarmait's words.

But he still forced a smile and said, "Okay, I'm serious."

"Yeah." Diarmait responded and turned to leave.

But he hadn't taken two steps when he suddenly looked at Danzo and said, "That's right."

"What happened to Qianqian Zhao again?" Danzo's heart tightened, and then he quickly said: "I have paid off the reward this time. We agreed to use the Sharingan..."

"That's not the question." Diarmuid waved his hand and said, "It's about the tailed beasts. I gave the Three-Tails to you back then, right?"

Danzo nodded carefully, then said: "I won't give it back to you..."

"I don't intend to ask you to pay it back. We've already settled the money and goods." Diarmait simply waved his hand and continued, "I've received news that a group of unidentified individuals have recently set their sights on the Tailed Beasts and are gathering information. I'm just giving you a heads up as a friend."

Shimura Danzo finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't take it seriously. He simply nodded and said, "Thank you for your kindness. I will pay attention to it."

Every year, many people show up to look for trouble with the tailed beasts and the Jinchūriki.

Behind these people, there are more or less big countries secretly supporting them.

Yes, Konoha also has people who support such people.

So this matter is not surprising, and Danzo Shimura really didn't take it seriously.

“Hmm…” Diarmait responded, then suddenly said, “You didn’t turn yourself into a Jinchūriki, did you, Tiger?”

This sudden question startled Danzo, but he forced a laugh and said, "Hahaha, how could that be possible? Isn't that right?" Diarmait gave him a meaningful look, then grinned and said, "That's good, hehe..." With that, Diarmait didn't waste any more time, turning and walking away.

Chapter 662 Sir, smoking is not allowed here!

Nightmares keep haunting me.

All that flashed through his mind was the scene of his parents being brutally murdered by his brother... no, by that bastard Uchiha Itachi.

Blood splattered all over him. He struggled desperately, trying to stop it, trying to save it, but he could do nothing.

"If you want to kill me...hate me! Hate me! Then live an ugly life! Run away, run away... Then live a miserable life!" "It's just to measure my capacity." "My stupid Oudoudou."

These were like devilish sounds, constantly lingering in my ears.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!" Uchiha Sasuke roared in pain and suddenly sat up from the hospital bed.

The curtains were not drawn, and the sunlight hit his face, making him feel warm and a little dazzling.

"Is it a dream!?" Uchiha Sasuke looked around and felt inexplicably relaxed.

Was it all a dream?

Why would I have such a dream?

Is it because of illness?

But, all this is too real...

At this moment, a young nurse seemed to have heard Sasuke's wailing and ran in. After seeing Sasuke's confused look, she quickly ran out and shouted, "Wake up, the patient in bed number two is awake!" Then, after a while, a large group of medical ninjas came in and quickly performed a set of examinations on Uchiha Sasuke.

Uchiha Sasuke was like a puppet, being arranged and numbly following them to complete the examination.

At this moment, the head of the Anbu, Sarutobi Shinnosuke, and the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen, arrived.

"What's the situation?" Sarutobi Shinnosuke asked directly to the medical ninjas around him.

"There is no physical condition, but the patient seems to be emotionally unstable and has suffered great mental trauma. We are unable to help with these matters." The medical ninja said quickly.

"Okay, I understand." Sarutobi Shinnosuke said.

Then, he looked at Uchiha Sasuke lying on the hospital bed, whose expression was still numb. He felt a little ashamed and distressed.

"Uchiha...Sasuke." Sarutobi Hiruzen walked to the bedside. 887 looked at the young boy and said softly.

His eyes were also filled with shame.

It seemed as if he didn't know what expression to use to face this poor little guy.