"This...how is this possible...no...it's not true...you are lying to me!"

After hearing the cold judgment coming from Aburame Ryoma's mouth, Fujisaki Takeshi shook his head stiffly, looking in disbelief.

Immediately, he glared at Aburame Ryoma with fierce eyes, trying to find flaws in his face.

However, despite him staring with such ferocious eyes, Aburame Ryoma always stood there with a calm expression, staring motionlessly at Takeshi Fujisaki's ever-changing expression.

The eyes under the sunglasses did not contain any contempt or ridicule, but probably a little bit of sadness and pity that still existed in human nature.

Fujisaki Takeshi picked up the notification document that fell in front of him with trembling palms, and reflected the content on it word by word into his eyes. It was exactly what Ryoma Aburame said.

And every word was like a sharp knife stabbing into his chest, making him unable to breathe in pain.

Especially when my eyes fell on the last seal, I felt as if my heart had stopped beating.

His eyes were dull, his pupils lost focus, and there was only nothingness and emptiness in his eyes.

"This is not true...this is not true..."

"Although you may not be able to accept it, the Hokage's seal cannot be fake, right?"

"Why?"

He asked blankly, and he still hasn't recovered yet, he just asked in a numb tone.

"Sometimes it is a sin to do a job that is too good. You have indeed caused heavy losses to our roots, and many handles have fallen into the hands of the Third Generation... But, do you think the Third Generation dares to spread those things?

To suppress the roots? If you don’t spread out the core stuff, the rest of the scraps are just trivial things to the roots.”

"I don't believe it, you must be lying to me! Mr. Third... Mr. Hokage, he is not such a person! You lied to me!"

Takeshi Fujisaki rushed to the sill of the cell, stretched out his palm in front of Aburame Ryoma, grabbed his collar with force, 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 so smart that you handed everything to the Sandaime. Your Hokage-sama balances all parties in the village.

The stability of the force is the most important thing. For this reason, sacrificing one of your Jonin can not only threaten the roots, but also avoid unrest in the village. This is a very cost-effective 'negotiation'. In terms of the overall situation."

Ryoma Aburame 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 eardrum.

"I don't believe it...this must be your trick..."

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

The strength to hold Aburame Ryoma's collar was also diminishing, and his fingers relaxed slightly.

Ryoma Aburame put her palm on the back of Takeshi Fujisaki's hand that was holding her collar, and slowly opened his fingers one by one, with a calm expression.

"Believe it or not, in three days, you will be executed. Everything about you will be forgotten by the village, and all files will be wiped out. Ten years... no, not ten years, only one

In two years, no one in the village will mention you anymore. Just like that White Fang."

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

"So far, we have basically executed many ninjas like you who sneaked in to serve as Hokage spies... Some died in obscurity and their files were eliminated, while others abandoned the dark and turned to the light and became Danzo-sama's subordinates. Now, can we save

The only one who has your life is Danzo-sama."

Like a devil's whisper, it was eroding Takeshi Fujisaki's heart step by step.

"What...what do you mean?"

Takeshi Fujisaki seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand.

"It's very simple. Really join the roots. Take revenge on the Sandaime Hokage who abandoned you. Lord Danzo will give you everything you want...wealth, power, status...as long as you nod at this time, Lord Danzo will keep you."

Life, you are so young, and you have a lovely fiancée 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 obscurity? "

"Masumi..." Fujisaki Takeshi's eyes suddenly regained their clarity, and his eyes were about to burst, as if he had been touched by the anger in his heart: "What did you do to her? This matter has nothing to do with her, and she has no knowledge at all!"

"Who knows about this kind of thing? Although we haven't taken action against her yet, the purpose of our root operation is to rather kill the wrong person than let go."

Aburame Ryoma said so.

"Asshole! I'm going to kill you!"

He once again tried to grab Aburame Ryoma's collar with his hands, preparing to teach him a lesson.

Aburame Ryoma stepped back alertly, escaping Fujisaki Takeshi's sneak attack by just a hair's breadth, as if calculated.

"This cell is specially made. Even if you recover, you will not be able to escape. What's more, you are already a guilty person, and there is no place for you in this village. You really have to give up your roots. This will be harmful to you."

Is it the last place for survival?"

Aburame Ryoma pressed for questioning.

The eyes under his sunglasses became sharp.

"I don't believe what you said, I want to see Mr. Hokage!"

Takeshi Fujisaki's emotions were extremely intense. He tightly grasped the bars of the cell with his hands, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Aburame Ryoma, making his request.

Aburame Ryoma just sighed at this:

"Danzo-sama is a person who loves talents. The time is not long, but it is not short either. You still have three days to think about it. Even if you don't think about yourself, you still have to think about the future for your fiancée, right? A weak person

It is difficult for a woman to survive in this world."

Fujisaki Takeshi's palms grasped the railing with increasing strength, and blood even seeped out between his nails.

Immediately afterwards, he shouted:

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

He kept shouting like this.

The regret on Aburame Ryoma's face was even more obvious.

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

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

"I am not guilty, and I have not betrayed the country or the village at all! I want to see Hokage-sama! You liars, don't even think of lying to me! I want to see Hokage-sama!"

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

…

The prison cell is a very small space with only weak light coming in.

In the corner, a mouse was squeaking and eating grains of rice.

The floor was dry and cold, and the humid air squeezed into this small space, making it feel as freezing as the harsh winter.

Takeshi Fujisaki, who was falling asleep, shrank down as if he was cold.

Cracked lips, thin face, not eating for a long time.

In his mouth he just murmured a repetitive dream:

"I didn't betray the village... I want to see Lord Hokage... I want to see Lord Hokage..."

While he was talking in his sleep, a banging sound suddenly came, causing him to wake up suddenly from his dream.

He first glanced around the small and cold cell, and then set his sights on Aburame Ryoma outside the cell.

"Jōnin Fujisaki, this is the third day, and it is also your last chance. Now, you can give me an answer. With this answer, we will decide your future fate."

Look closely.

Takeshi Fujisaki unconsciously licked his chapped lips, lowered his head, leaned against the corner, huddled up, and ignored the existence of Aburame Ryoma.

"Fujisaki Jonin."

Aburame Ryoma spoke again, and it could be heard that his patience was gradually being worn away, and his voice was filled with a strong flavor of persecution.

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

The words came out of his mouth extremely weakly.

He seemed to only repeat this sentence.

"So what if I see you? Fujisaki Jonin, please accept the current situation. You have been abandoned by the Sandaime. Between you and Danzo-sama, if one person has to be sacrificed, the Sandaime chose Danzo-sama.

That’s all.”

Ryoma Aburame spoke up again.

The tone in his tone was that of trying to win over Fujisaki Takeshi and was full of goodwill.

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

Takeshi Fujisaki continued to repeat this sentence.

"Remember, I will ask you one last time, will you join the Roots or continue to fight against Danzo-sama? I will decide your fate based on your choice."

With his patience almost exhausted, Aburame Ryoma took a deep breath. He must have felt extremely troubled by the other party's lack of energy and salt.

Fujisaki Takeshi sneered lowly, as if he meant disdain.

The last bit of patience was worn away, and Ryoma Aburame's eyes under her sunglasses became extremely cold and cruel, full of callousness.

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

So decisive and wise."
To be continued...