The war with Amegakure had only recently ended. All of Konoha's jōnin knew how terrifying Hanzo could be.
As a result, this high-paying mission had been collecting dust for days, with no takers. The Third Hokage hadn't assigned a team to it because Danzō had already left the village and was on his way to the Land of Iron, likely negotiating with Hanzō as they spoke.
Sending a supply convoy to the Land of Iron now would risk those negotiations falling apart if they ran into trouble. That's why the Hokage relegated the mission to the mission department.
He knew that no jonin in the village would be eager to take on this mission.
Those with the strength wouldn't touch it, and those without the strength would be too afraid of Hanzo to even consider it.
"I'll think about it," Xin said, leaving the mission department without making a decision. There were plenty of other suitable missions available, so there was no need to rush.
"Such a shame," the mission clerk muttered as he watched Xin walk away. This mission wasn't looking promising. A high reward didn't mean much if no one was willing to accept it.
Still, he couldn't help but wonder-why hadn't the Hokage assigned this mission to a specific team? Hopefully, they wouldn't end up sending a random squad. If they did run into Hanzō... well, that squad would be in for some serious trouble.
Meanwhile, in the chaotic war zone of the Land of Iron, Hanzo and Danzō met face to face, each flanked by their forces.
Especially Danzō, who had brought almost all of his Root operatives with him. Clearly, he didn't trust Hanzo and feared an ambush.
Danzō was a cautious man with great ambitions, but he cherished his life even more. The size of his entourage wasn't about making a statement-it was about ensuring his safety.
Hanzō, however, had no regard for Root, leaving them behind as he confidently approached. Glancing at Danzō, whose head and shoulder were still wrapped in bandages, Hanzō sneered, "Looks like that old hag Chiyo did a real number on you."
Danzō's remaining eye flashed with hatred, his expression cold.
"And it seems that losing the war has sapped your will to fight, Hanzō. You've been reduced to mocking others for their injuries."
"Hah!" Hanzō scoffed.
"Let's cut the nonsense. We both know what kind of people we are. Why are you here, Danzō?"
Hanzō wasn't naive-he knew Danzō had ulterior motives for seeking him out.
Just thinking about the recent defeat, Konoha's disregard, and the gaping hole in
Amegakure's defenses made Hanzō's face twitch under his gas mask. His tone grew even frostier as he addressed Danzō.
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