As the founders of Konoha, the Senju were almost a 'royal family.' Faced with such a question, what other answer could there be?
Fight for Konoha without regard for one's own life! Until all the men of the clan died, finally earning a reputation for bravery and sacrifice.
But this was the genuine Senju. Someone like Otonashi had no sense of belonging. Who founded Konoha had nothing to do with him. It was true that this village had nurtured him, but Otonashi had already repaid it with his achievements on the battlefield. He wouldn't be easily fooled like some people.
"Very good." Danzo nodded slightly. He didn't know that the body with Senju blood contained the soul of a transmigrator. He slowly poured two cups of tea and placed them on the table, and then slowly asked:
"Do you know what the Will of Konoha means?"
"Where the leaves of the trees dance, fire will also burn brightly. The sacrifices of the older generation will illuminate the path for future generations, inspiring them to become the pillars of the future." Otonashi thought for a moment and replied, thinking to himself, Is there something wrong with this person? Did he specifically call me here to brainwash me?
Danzo was drinking tea. He put down the teacup and corrected him: "No, the Will of Fire is not only about the older generation. As long as it is beneficial to Konoha, anyone can inherit it!"
Inherit the Will of Fire?
Otonashi was stunned, and then felt a chill rapidly spreading on his back. He wasn't stupid. He originally thought he would be recruited into some secret organization, but now it seemed that it was far more than that.
The muscles on his face twitched slightly, and his slightly dry lips slowly opened: "I am not worthy of such a great task. Perhaps I can do it in a few decades."
"It will be too late by then. Hanyu Otonashi, you have great potential. This potential is far more valuable to Konoha than killing enemies on the battlefield. It can be said to be unique." Danzo's only eye seemed to have increased its aggressiveness, and he continued:
"Konoha has something that is very dangerous in the hands of outsiders, and your bloodline may have the ability to activate and control it."
Danzo seemed to have said nothing, but for smart people, it was enough.
'The Senju blood can have a certain secret technique, and then control a dangerous item. Is it the Nine-Tails?' Otonashi immediately reacted.
'But this Shimura Danzo is definitely not so kind as to give me an upgrade!'
He became vigilant. If it were other young people who were told 'you are very important', 'there is a Will of Fire that needs you to inherit', 'Konoha will be finished without you', they would probably jump on the bandwagon. But Otonashi had never been that naive.
"I'm just a Chunin fighting on the battlefield. I really can't take on such a great responsibility." Otonashi took half a step back, indicating that they should find someone else.
Seeing that he didn't take the bait, Danzo frowned slightly. But thinking that the experiment would be most effective if the host cooperated, he gently pushed the teacup over:
"Don't be nervous. You'll know the significance of this matter after you hear the mission content. Back then, the First..."
He had just started speaking, but he saw that Otonashi had actually run another step away, almost retreating to the door, and covered his ears with his hands.
"Lord Danzo, please stop here. If you say a few more sentences, I'm afraid I won't be able to refuse."
I won't listen, I won't listen, a tortoise chanting scriptures. If you hear a secret, do you still want to run? I'm afraid this Will of Fire will have to be passed on.
But his retreat made Danzo frown tightly. This person's methods were so sophisticated, he didn't look like a fledgling teenager. It could be seen that he was too selfish and might become a hidden danger to Konoha.
In an instant, this decisive old man had the intention to kill. He took a step forward, and the gradually cooling teacup was held in his palm and extended to the teenager's chest.
"Come, drink tea."
As an elder and superior, offering tea seemed to have skipped the previous argument. But Otonashi stared at the teacup that was no longer hot, his muscles tense, like a wax statue.
How could he dare to accept it? If he drank it, it would probably be more than just falling asleep.
Time passed by in silence, minute by minute. The tea was cold, and Danzo was impatient, while Otonashi's brain was spinning rapidly.
This person must be behind the Uchiha family's affairs! If he acted now, he could just put the blame on the Uchiha!
Otonashi instantly thought of the recent strange events. The Uchiha were unknowingly used as a tool. What ruthless methods.
But there was no evidence, and it was of no use to the current situation. His back was against the door, and he seemed to be able to hear the breathing of the ANBU outside.
'It's impossible to rush out even if I use all my strength. Even if I'm lucky enough to rush out, I won't be able to stay in Konoha.'
The two had not yet fallen out. On the surface, it was still a matter of etiquette of an elder offering tea and not drinking. But once Otonashi drew his sword, it would be rebellion!
He was forced to a dead end, and the anger in his heart was burning. When both sides have the same intelligence, they must compete with their trump cards and power. But these two things were almost non-existent for Otonashi, who had just come out of the mountain.
"But my life can only be controlled by me."
A trace of ruthlessness flashed from the bottom of his eyes, and Otonashi had made a decision. Danzo also captured this look, and sighed slightly in his heart.
It doesn't matter. If he's unwilling, he can also be used for experiments. There are only two geniuses with Senju blood. It's just a matter of planting a curse seal.
He immediately let go, and the already cold teacup fell under the action of gravity. Otonashi's eyes were fixed on the teacup, and the moment it shattered would be the moment to draw the sword.
Bang!!
An explosive sound came from behind, but before the storm arrived, a slender white hand with red painted nails steadily grasped the teacup, only a few inches from the ground!
At the critical moment, but seeing that hand, Otonashi felt his breath stagnate, and his nervousness relaxed rapidly like a deflated balloon. Before he could speak, he heard a cold female voice.
"Lord Danzo, you should use hot tea when offering it to juniors. It's too impolite to do this."
Danzo suddenly raised his head to look at the blonde woman who had taken down the door, his knuckles trembling a few times, and his face sank: "Tsunade, can't you knock before entering?"
"Sorry, sorry, my hand slipped just now. I'll have someone fix it for you later." The woman smiled, flicked the teacup towards the table, and not a drop of water spilled.
Her smile quickly faded, and she stared at the other party with slightly heroic eyes. The masked ninjas behind her were all at a loss.
The newcomer was Tsunade Hime, one of the Sannin. As the granddaughter of the First, her status was even more transcendent. This could be seen from the fact that she fought bloody battles on the front lines but slacked off in the rear, yet no one dared to give her orders.
Not to mention Danzo, she could even ignore the Third's face.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and the confrontation ended without a word. Danzo saw Tsunade's determination, and after taking a deep look at Otonashi, he slowly turned around.
"No need, you guys go."
He walked into the depths of the room like this, without even saying half a sentence. But this calmness made Otonashi's pupils shrink. Before he could think about it, he was slapped heavily on the back.
"Let's go, are you staying here to die?"
"Yes." Otonashi didn't dare to stay any longer, silently thanking Uchiha Obito, and quickly left the room.
The corridor was still dark, but the ANBU had long since disappeared without a trace. Otonashi silently looked at the perfect curves of the woman in front. In fact, he didn't have much memory of Tsunade, only two impressions were deeply ingrained.
Very white, very big.
At this time, the winter wind blew, and his mind suddenly became clear. Thinking back on what had happened in less than half an hour, his fists slowly clenched.
Man is a knife, I am fish. It's like sailing against the current. From the moment he stepped onto the battlefield, it was impossible to make a fortune in silence. The waters of Konoha were so deep that it was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe.
Under the real black curtain, every ninja was a screw, and could be sacrificed at any time for the reason of 'for the good of Konoha'.
For Otonashi, he had long been prepared for sacrifice, but being sacrificed was not acceptable. There was not even the slightest possibility.
"Shimura Danzo..."
He silently recited this name, and while being vigilant, he released a bit of killing intent!