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Satoru was immediately taken by the ANBU of the ROOT division to a nearby base.
There were no explanations. No unnecessary words.
He followed them without resistance, without a single complaint. Because he knew that this was also part of the game.
Upon arrival, they led him to a dark, empty room. They told him to sit. Then they left him alone.
Power games. Small, calculated, meticulously executed.
Power games are often used to influence, manipulate, or control others without resorting to direct confrontation.
It wasn't simply about making him wait. This was a staging. A silent message: "This is our ground. Here, we play by our rules."
Darkness, silence, temporal uncertainty… Old techniques, but effective.
Satoru understood it well. The darkness served to unbalance him, to throw him off-center, to remind him he was in hostile territory. That Danzō controlled every variable.
The silence forced him to be alone with his thoughts, with his doubts. And in that isolation, many betrayed themselves.
Danzō wanted to shape the terrain before entering. To make Satoru step down a rung without even realizing it.
Because to sit, to wait, to stay silent... is to yield. It is to accept the other's conditions. It is to admit, even subtly, that someone else holds the reins.
But Satoru wasn't naive. He saw all of this for what it really was: an attempt to impose hierarchy without saying a single word.
And most importantly: he knew that every gesture aimed to weaken his position before the real conversation began. To bend him before making an offer. To condition him into saying yes... without realizing he already was.
But Satoru wasn't someone who bent easily to another's will.
It wasn't the first time someone tried to break him, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
...
When Danzō finally appeared, Satoru looked him over from head to toe. He looked like a fragile man, leaning on a cane as he walked toward him.
His hair was dark, and his right eye was bandaged, along with the right half of his body.
He also had an X-shaped scar on his chin.
He remained silent, sitting calmly in front of Satoru, as if they had all the time in the world.
Then, the lights in the room turned on.
They stared at each other in silence, waiting for the other to speak first.
Realizing Satoru would not speak, Danzō finally decided to initiate the conversation.
"I'll be very direct with you, boy. For the sake of Konoha, join my organization, ROOT."
Danzō watched Satoru carefully, waiting for his response.
Though deep down, he already felt sure he had the heir of the Senju Clan in his hands.
The boy had voluntarily walked into the lion's den.
By the time Hiruzen realized what was happening, it would already be too late.
Satoru Senju would already be trapped in the deepest roots of the tree.
"Not interested," said Satoru as he yawned from boredom and stretched, not bothering with manners in front of someone like Danzō.
Hearing his response, Danzō frowned and gripped his cane tightly.
"Are you really rejecting me? You should know ROOT is a subdivision of the ANBU. If you join, you'll gain ANBU rank directly, without needing to go through the Ninja Academy. Think carefully before you answer."
"There's nothing to think about. I never had any intention of becoming a ninja."
Satoru crossed his arms, looking at Danzō with a slight mocking smile.
Danzō remained silent for a few seconds.
"I see…" he murmured coldly. "Then why are you here? What do you want from me, Satoru Senju?"
Danzō couldn't understand why Satoru had chosen to follow his ROOT ninjas voluntarily.
There had been no threat, no pressure.
Which led him to one conclusion.
Satoru wanted something from him.
Information. A favor. A hidden goal.
"Curiosity, maybe. Or boredom." Satoru shrugged with disinterest. "I wanted to see what kind of trash you were in person."
The air in the room grew dense. Though Danzō's face barely moved, it darkened slightly.
"Do you have any idea who you're talking to?"
Danzō gripped his cane tighter and narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"With a dead man?" Satoru shrugged.
Danzō took a deep breath, controlling his urge to act. It wasn't the first time someone challenged him with words… but it was the first time a child did.
Was he trying to intimidate him? Was he threatening him in some way?
But Satoru was already fed up with the entire situation. He had patience, but even his patience had limits.
He had a goal in allowing the ROOT ANBU to bring him before Danzō.
He wasn't naive. He knew exactly who he was dealing with.
Danzō Shimura wasn't just some old man: he was a snake slithering in the shadows, willing to do anything for Konoha… or rather, for his own vision of Konoha.
And that was precisely why he was there.
Satoru relaxed his shoulders, as if he had finished playing cat and mouse.
"This is for the Senju Clan and my Uncle Nawaki…"
Calmly, he raised his right hand and extended his index finger.
"Cursed Technique Reversal: Red"
The space in front of him seemed to bend, distort, then collapse on itself. A crimson sphere was born on his finger, pulsing with repelling energy.
Danzō quickly stood up from his chair and took a defensive stance, not knowing what kind of attack awaited him.
He looked at Satoru in surprise.
What was he thinking attacking him?! Did he really believe he could get away with it?!
Not even Hiruzen could save him from this!
Within seconds, a dozen ROOT ninjas surrounded him. Their bodies formed a wall between him and Satoru, ready to give their lives if necessary.
Several didn't wait for orders: they launched into the attack without hesitation.
"I once promised myself I'd shoot a 'Red' in your face the first time I saw you. I think I've taken my time…" Satoru murmured, his hair falling over his eyes.
When Satoru lifted his gaze, Danzō could see those eyes: the Rokugan, a deep blue that seemed to contain the sky itself.
The next moment, a deafening explosion followed—a roar of torn air and shattered earth. The technique unleashed brutally, a shockwave of pure repulsion that devastated everything in its path.
The ninjas attacking didn't even have time to scream. Their bodies twisted grotesquely, bones cracked, and muscles tore as their remains flew through broken trees and pulverized stone.
And in the midst of that bloody chaos, Danzō Shimura had vanished without a trace.
...
The world seemed to stop the instant Satoru Senju raised his index finger.
Danzō Shimura quickly realized that wasn't Chakra.
He didn't know what it was, but the attack was absolute negation, a divine will of rejection.
Suddenly, the air split.
"Protect me!!" Danzō shouted to his men.
All his men threw themselves into the path of the attack to save him, but the energy advanced like a giant fist made of pure force, repelling everything in its way. It didn't strike: it tore. It burst. It separated everything.
The first to be hit fared the worst.
Those at the front were split in half before they could scream. Their bodies flew in different directions, intestines hanging in the air.
Others had their chests explode like watermelons, and their skulls flew off like balls, crashing into the ground.
Those nearby barely had time to raise their hands in defense before being dragged away by the blast.
One spun through the air as he flew, his bones cracking like dry branches, until his head twisted completely and landed with a dull thud.
And then, Danzō saw it coming…
He felt the pressure before it touched him.
It was as if the entire world were pushing him, as if reality itself wanted to crush him.
His eyes opened wide—not from fear, but because his body was splitting before he could process what was happening.
"It can't be..." he thought. "Is this death?"
And then it hit him.
His torso exploded into a thousand pieces. Flesh, blood, and bones shot out like shrapnel. His legs flew into the air, still trembling, while his spine embedded itself in the trunk of a nearby tree. His face, or what was left of it, was dragged several meters across the ground, leaving a trail of raw flesh, until half his skull shattered against a rock.
When everything stopped, only a heavy silence remained.
Satoru slowly lowered his finger. The air still vibrated around him.
Dust floated in the air, mixed with blood. No one remained standing. Nothing remained whole.
Satoru didn't even bother to get up.
He waited a few seconds, and then, Danzō's body blurred and reappeared standing.
"Die? I reject that idea…" Satoru heard Danzō say mockingly.
Satoru let out an amused snort, feeling grateful the fight wouldn't end so quickly.