Yoru didn't take that small incident to heart at all.
But his rare good mood had been completely ruined.
The calm state he had finally regained was once again disturbed by killing intent.
As for Danzo?
In Yoru's eyes, he was nothing more than a pitiful clown.
And Yoru had no regrets.
Those trash… dare to act arrogantly in front of me?
On the battlefield, he had slaughtered countless Rain ninja.
In terms of military merit, even the supreme commander Senju Senra wouldn't dare claim he surpassed Yoru by much.
He was—
Konoha's current hero.
The greatest contributor to the war's victory.
On top of that, Yoru had gained the absolute support of the Senju clan and its affiliated families.
Even the Hyuga main branch had begun showing goodwill toward him.
Sarutobi Hiruzen, at least for now, maintained a positive attitude toward him.
Under such circumstances—
A mere Danzo?
Yoru didn't even bother putting him in his eyes.
…
Konoha, a hidden underground facility—
Like the roots of a giant tree, endless corridors extended deep beneath the earth.
Dim candlelight flickered along the walls, giving the place a cold, eerie atmosphere.
At the very bottom—
A hall.
Danzo Shimura sat at the head seat, his face dark and twisted with anger.
Below him stood two kneeling Root operatives—
And one corpse.
"Trash!"
Danzo's teeth nearly shattered from grinding.
He hadn't expected Yoru to be so arrogant—
To directly kill his subordinate.
He shouldn't know about Root…
Suspicion flickered in his eyes.
Normally, Root operatives were mistaken for ANBU.
So why had Yoru attacked without hesitation?
Suddenly—
Danzo's pupils shrank.
Hiruzen… was it you?
He couldn't think of anyone else who might have revealed Root's existence.
Which only made his rage burn hotter.
"That brat… truly doesn't put me in his eyes at all!"
His voice was cold, like something crawling out of hell.
The two Root operatives lowered their heads even further.
But inside—
There was nothing.
No fear. No emotion.
They were tools.
If Danzo wished, they would die without hesitation.
Still—
In front of Yoru, they had felt something they couldn't suppress—
Instinctive fear.
That overwhelming killing intent had pierced straight into their bones.
Even they… had been terrified.
…
Danzo clenched his fists.
He had no good way to deal with Yoru.
Not now.
Yoru's reputation in Konoha was at its peak.
He had the backing of major clans.
Even Hiruzen himself would struggle to move against him openly.
Danzo had originally intended to summon Yoru using Root's authority—
But instead, his man had been killed on the spot.
And worse—
He couldn't even complain.
Because this was a private operation.
Reporting it would only hand Hiruzen leverage against him.
Danzo could only swallow his anger.
His face turned iron-gray.
"Blood Eagle."
A shadow stepped forward from the darkness.
"I have a mission for you."
"Go… and invite Yoru here."
He emphasized the word invite through clenched teeth.
There was no way he would personally lower himself.
But Blood Eagle was his most capable subordinate—
Sending him was already giving Yoru "face."
Because deep down—
Danzo had already realized something:
Yoru was no longer someone he could ignore.
If he could win him over—
Then with the Senju clan behind him…
His dream of becoming Hokage might finally be within reach.
…
Meanwhile—
Yoru was at home.
Training.
"245… 246… 247…"
Sweat poured from his body.
Every muscle trembled under extreme strain.
Each movement pushed him to his absolute limit.
Muscles tore.
Bones creaked.
Even his internal organs felt like they were splitting apart.
The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth.
And then—
A powerful regenerative force surged from within his body—
Rapidly repairing the damage.
"298… 299… 300!"
At last—
He collapsed.
Breathing heavily.
After regaining a bit of strength, he slowly sat up.
Clang—
A metallic sound echoed.
His right arm—
Had turned completely black.
Armament Haki.
Yoru stared at it, deep in thought.
Armament Haki's upper limit…
Was determined by a person's will.
Their spirit.
Their conviction.
If someone possessed an unshakable will—
A vast, ocean-like spirit—
Then the ceiling of their Haki would be limitless.
But potential wasn't strength.
To increase power—
He needed:
Stronger body
Stronger will
Better control
Armament Haki had two primary applications:
Hardening — like what he was doing now
Enhancing defense and attack through blackened armor
Infusion — coating weapons or abilities
A higher-level usage, increasing destructive power without visible hardening
For Yoru—
As a magma user—
Hardening wasn't the priority.
Infusion was.
"…Still too weak."
He muttered.
He had only recently begun training Haki.
It was impossible to reach mastery instantly.
But—
He could feel it.
His current strength was far below his true potential.
As long as he kept improving his physique—
His Haki would grow rapidly.
The real problem—
Was control.
He couldn't fully utilize the power already inside him.
"…Looks like I need to find Tsunade."
She was an expert in body control.
Far beyond him.
After washing up—
Eating—
Yoru lay down.
And soon fell into a deep sleep.
His exhausted body—
Finally at rest.
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