Chương 258: New Dawn Part 2

Hiruzen's eyes were now fully focused as he grasped the scroll. With a pulse of chakra, the seal released its contents, rows of financial records unfolded across the desk. His gaze moved quickly across the numbers and procurement records, his mind already building connections. Despite the tension, his voice remained calm.

"Please continue." Hirotaka bowed slightly before replying in a calm, slow, and decisive tone.

"The first thing I noticed was unusual activity around the black market before the assassination attempt on Shisui. The fluctuations were small, almost invisible, but consistent. It suggested preparation." Hiruzen's eyebrow rose.

"That could be due to many factors." Hirotaka nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, Lord Hokage. However, the pattern drew my attention, and I began reviewing previous unresolved incidents, which led me to the assassination of Daiken." Hiruzen's hands froze for a brief moment before tightening slightly on the edge of the desk.

"Why did you go that far back?" Hirotaka's expression did not change. He did not reveal the personal nature of his investigation or the threat that had once been directed at him, nor the assassination attempt on his daughter. His voice remained measured and neutral.

"The two elders were very diligent. They believed that if an investigation into Elder Danzo was to be meaningful, it needed the correct scale. Looking only at a single incident would reveal nothing. Only patterns over time show the truth." Hiruzen nodded slowly, but unease settled deeper in his chest. That reasoning was correct. Danzo had never acted for a single goal. Every move was layered. Every plan served multiple purposes. His gaze returned to the records, and he began to see the structure more clearly.

Equipment, preserved rations, specialized materials, and chakra ink had been purchased through fragmented channels and scattered intermediaries. Nothing was obvious. Yet the timing aligned perfectly with both assassination attempts.

"These preparations could have been contingency planning," Hiruzen said slowly, more to himself than to Hirotaka.

"Danzo has always believed in readiness. He prepares for threats long before they appear." Hirotaka remained silent, allowing the Hokage space to think.

"It would not be unusual for him to build supply lines in advance," Hiruzen continued, though his tone had lost some certainty.

"That is a reasonable interpretation, Lord Hokage," Hirotaka replied gently.

"Each individual element can be explained. That is precisely what makes this investigation so difficult." Hiruzen looked up sharply. He understood the implication. Rationalization was possible. But patterns were harder to ignore.

"Do you have anything more conclusive?" he asked. Hirotaka handed him another scroll.

"This contains the identities of several merchants used as intermediaries for communication and logistics. In both cases, these individuals withdrew shortly before the ambushes. Their movements were too precise to be coincidence." Hiruzen opened the scroll and read, his expression tightening.

"These merchants had knowledge of ANBU operational patterns."

"Yes," Hirotaka replied.

"That alone is concerning. But there is more." He placed a final scroll on the desk.

"This document traces a steady financial stream routed in small, fragmented amounts through a network of merchant guild proxies to multiple members within ANBU. The transactions were designed to avoid attention. I followed the source as carefully as possible. The origin of these funds is convoluted and extremely vague, but I was able to connect it to Danzo-dono. This was the most difficult detail to uncover without alerting anyone." Hiruzen opened the scroll.

At first his face remained calm, but then his eyes stopped on a name. His fingers tightened slightly. He turned the page and saw another. Then another. These were not unknown operatives. They were loyal shinobi. One of them had stood guard during a crisis years ago. Another had once volunteered for a mission expected to end in death.

"This could be infiltration," Hiruzen said quietly.

"Root has always monitored threats within the village." He turned the page again. More names appeared. People he trusted. People he had recommended. The scroll trembled slightly in his hand. Hirotaka spoke softly, his tone respectful but uncomfortably precise.

"It is possible to rationalize each piece. One could say these preparations were unrelated. One could argue these operatives were gathering intelligence. One could claim this was simply contingency planning. However, when the full pattern is viewed together, a different conclusion becomes unavoidable." Hiruzen did not respond, but the air in the room grew heavier.

"Danzo-dono is not merely preparing for threats outside the village," Hirotaka continued.

"He is preparing for conflict within it." The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. For a long moment, Hiruzen remained completely still. Then his chakra surged outward, not violently but with crushing weight, filling the room with authority and barely restrained fury. The floor creaked beneath his feet, and the desk groaned slightly under the pressure as years of control struggled against his rising anger. The door burst open as ANBU rushed inside, weapons drawn.

"Lord Hokage, is there a threat?" They scanned the room quickly, but Hiruzen did not answer. Slowly, with visible effort, he drew the chakra back under control, compressing it tightly around himself. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady once more, though the strain beneath it was unmistakable.

"Thank you, Hirotaka-dono. This information is invaluable. I will ensure your efforts are rewarded." Hirotaka bowed deeply, relief visible.

"I am honored to serve the village, Lord Hokage." As he left the Hokage's office hurriedly, the door closing behind him. For a long time, Hiruzen did not move. His thoughts turned over every memory, every decision, every compromise he had made in the name of peace. Hiruzen wanted to think about Hirotaka's motives or his next move, but honestly could not. Rage was overwhelming his thoughts as he gathered the scrolls and handed them to the ANBU, speaking in a grim tone.

"Give these to Monkey. Ask him to investigate them thoroughly, and once he has verified the information, have him come here with Kakashi and Itachi immediately, with the results. And do not disturb me until they are here." He remained seated behind his desk after the ANBU disappeared, the silence of the office settling heavily around him. Slowly, he rotated his chair toward the wide windows overlooking the village.

His eyes lifted to the Hokage Monument as they always did when his mind grew burdened, settling first on the face of the Second. For a long time, he simply stared, the weight of decades pressing against his chest. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet and stripped of authority.

"Lord Tobirama… I did my best." The words came slowly, as if each one had to force its way past years of doubt.

"I protected the village through wars. I raised the next generation. Made sure they carried the Will of Fire as you taught me. I stepped aside when Minato was ready because that was what the village needed." His gaze shifted briefly to Minato's face, pain flickering across his features before he looked away in shame, thinking of Naruto. His face returned to the Second Hokage.

"I returned when the village needed me once more. I endured. I endured everything." The silence that followed was heavy, but his voice grew rougher when he spoke again.

"But I see now what you saw in him." His fingers tightened slightly against the arm of the chair.

"My friendship… my mercy… they made me blind. I told myself that as long as his methods protected the village, I could look away. I convinced myself that results justified the shadows." He exhaled slowly, shoulders lowering.

"That compassion was my strength. It was also my weakness." His eyes hardened as shame resurfaced when he remembered his best student, Orochimaru.

"You chose me because I stepped forward when others hesitated. Because I did not fear responsibility. And yet I hesitated when it mattered most." The reflection in the glass showed an old man, tired and worn, but the brief self-mocking smile that appeared faded quickly, replaced by something colder and steadier.

"Give me strength, Lord Second. When we meet again, do not judge me too harshly." The moment passed. Hiruzen straightened, the hesitation gone. When the knock came, his voice carried nothing but resolve.

"Come in." Three ANBU entered, and the door closed behind them. Without a word, he activated a sealing array that sealed the room in a private space, preventing any sound from leaking out. Kakashi and Itachi knelt on one knee, while the ANBU in the monkey mask knelt slightly behind them. Hiruzen's gaze rested on the masked man.

"Remove your mask." The ANBU hesitated.

"Lord Hokage, that…" Hiruzen cut him off calmly.

"It will not matter soon enough." The man obeyed. Kakashi's visible eye widened slightly, and even Itachi's attention sharpened. The resemblance was unmistakable. A younger version of Hiruzen stood behind them, colder and shaped by absolute duty, as if nothing else existed beside it. Hiruzen studied his son for only a moment before speaking.

"Report." The man answered immediately.

"The information has been partially verified. The ANBU mentioned in the records have been isolated without raising suspicion. Their recent financial activity matches the patterns described. With assistance from Yamanaka interrogators, we confirmed their connections to Root. We have also confirmed some of the black market purchases. As for the merchants, only one was present in the village. We arrested and interrogated him, and he indeed carried out the actions described in the scrolls.

However, he believed he was working for official ANBU operations, not Root. His testimony supports the claims. I have already sent trusted ANBU agents to arrest the remaining merchants. Once they arrive in the village, we will interrogate them as well to confirm the information." Hiruzen closed his eyes briefly. His hand rose to his hair, pulling slightly before he forced himself to stop.

"Continue." The ANBU nodded.

"We are still verifying the remaining records, but the probability of falsification is extremely low." Kakashi spoke then, his tone quiet.

"You expected this." It was not a question. Hiruzen did not answer. His gaze shifted to Itachi. The young Uchiha met it without hesitation, and in that silent exchange understanding passed between them. The Hokage leaned back slightly, his fingers resting on the desk as he considered the situation. For several seconds, he remained silent, his thoughts moving through possibilities, risks, and consequences. When he finally spoke again, his tone was calm, but the weight behind it was undeniable.

"Prepare a containment plan. Root agents within the village are to be arrested quietly and without bloodshed. Surround their known facilities. No one moves until I give the order." The three ANBU agents' posture tensed, but their obedience and loyalty were never in question, and they quickly prepared themselves for what was to come. His gaze returned to the monument beyond the window.

"The Second entrusted this village to me. I will not allow it to rot from within any longer." He rose slowly, but the movement carried quiet authority and a weight that filled the room. The chakra around him did not flare wildly but settled, vast and controlled, the presence of a man who had survived wars and buried friends without breaking.

"Since Danzo refused to come to my office, then I will go to his. We move tonight." The ANBU bowed and vanished without another word, leaving Hiruzen alone once more. He remained standing, eyes fixed on Tobirama's stone face, the warmth that had once defined him now replaced by cold resolve.