Two-dimensional System of Mischief

When the brain 'dead' the human body, the various organs also lose their minds.

All of a sudden, the root ninjas who didn't know what to do, the root ninjas completely messed up.

Should we save Shimura Danzo, or continue to catch the thieves?

They don't believe that a single person can do this quietly in the root, so this is definitely an organized and strategic operation.

Root ninjas, there is only one truth, and they are the enemy!

They are not alone!

Shimura Danzo, who was lying on the ground, coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and finally recovered.

However, excessive blood loss, coupled with physical and mental exhaustion, made Shimura Danzo extremely weak for a while.

'It's over, the old man's painstaking efforts over the years are all gone.Who is it! ? '

Not only are the laboratories used for human experiments gone, but even the most important cells in them are gone.

The ninjutsu scroll library is gone, and the weapons and gold coins in the armory are gone.

Even him, the most important Sharingan is gone, oh no~

Sharingan is still there, but the bottle was broken, and Sharingan fell all over the place and cannot be used anymore.

"Master Danzo, what do you want to say!?"

The root ninjas were also very anxious. Looking at the old man Shimura Danzo, he stretched out his fingers tremblingly, but there was no sound when his mouth moved.

What does this make them do?It's too difficult for meow!

Still a shrill root ninja, after making a mute gesture to his companions, he moved closer to Shimura Danzo's ear.

The weaker Shimura Danzo couldn't speak loudly, but he looked at the root ninja lying in front of him with admiring eyes.

Seemingly remembering this person, Danzo Shimura trembled and spoke again.

Shimura Danzo: "Ah..."

The root ninja couldn't help nodding his head, as if I understood the picture under the mask.

Shimura Danzo didn't stop, and talked a lot to this root ninja in one breath, as if he was explaining his funeral.

When the root ninja couldn't hear the sound again, he turned his head and saw that the old man Shimura Danzo had lost consciousness.

"Quick! Send Danzo-sama to the hospital, and the others follow my command!"

Root Ninjas:  …

After the atmosphere paused for half a minute, the root ninjas came to their senses and nodded together: "Yes!"

Seeing Danzo Shimura being carried to the hospital, the root ninja nodded as if you were doing a good job, and the root ninjas around were waiting for the root ninja to delegate tasks like younger brothers.

"Go and clean up these houses."

The root ninjas who were named, suddenly you looked at me, and I looked at you and scratched my head in confusion.

They stared blankly at the boss who was pointing Jiang Shang, and they really wanted to say something.

This quilt is generally cleaner than a mouse, so do you need to clean it?

But scratching your head, under the stern gaze of this root ninja, trembling little brothers.

I could only accept my fate, and entered the house with a dustpan, broom, rag, and bucket.

The others gloated and looked at these unlucky guys, their shoulders were so swollen that they seemed to be unable to bear it, and they might laugh out loud at any time.

"How many of you? These rooms are handed over to you."

Well, the retribution has come, and sure enough, while he was gloating at the misfortune, the disaster also mercilessly fell on them.

Looking at the messy house, several people couldn't help but envy the partners who cleaned the armory and scroll storage before.

Under the arrangement of the big brother, these root ninjas quickly organized.

'But it seems strange, have we forgotten something? '

A root ninja holding a mop and mopping the ground raised his head, scratching the back of his head suspiciously.

After scanning for a week, the companions around also lowered their heads and concentrated on cleaning the sanitation.

Without a doubt, he also lowered his head and continued mopping the floor with full concentration.

Under the arrangement of this root ninja brother, in the crowded root base camp.Root ninjas of all aisles, have found something to do.

Looking at the surrounding area that became empty again in an instant, the root ninja brother nodded in satisfaction.

"I'm a painter~ I'm going to paint the new house clean and beautiful~"

This root ninja brother is humming a cheerful song under the mask with his hands on his back.

Like a strict overseer, he urges the ninjas around him to work.

"Report, the arsenal has been cleaned."

"Have you finished cleaning? Huh? Why is there still a speck of dust here? How can you be so casual as an excellent root ninja? The base camp is my home, and everyone is responsible for caring for their homeland. If you continue, I don't want to see any dust at home, understand?"

The root ninja with a confused face scratched his head speechlessly under the serious eyes of the latter piercing the soul.