Naruto : Infinite Buff

Fu Yamanaka. Beside him, Torune Aburame , his eyes hidden beneath the shadow of his mask. Both men had just arrived from the forest, bearing grim news. It had been a weeks since they last reported to Danzo, but this time, the information they carried was far more troubling than any before.

Danzo was seated in his usual place—a high-backed chair, his silhouette imposing against the dim light. His one eye was shut, and his hand rested lightly on the armrest, his posture unmoving. The room was suffocatingly quiet, the air thick with anticipation. Fu's report would break the silence, and Torune's steady gaze would ensure no detail was missed.

Fu cleared his throat softly before speaking, his voice low but precise. "Lord Danzo, we have gathered significant intelligence on the subject you asked us to observe." He glanced briefly at Torune, who nodded imperceptibly. Fu continued. "It concerns the about the boy."

Danzo's single eye opened slightly, the weight of his gaze settling on Fu. "Speak," he commanded, his voice thick with a blend of curiosity and caution.

Fu's breath caught, but he forced himself to meet Danzo's eye. "The kid has eliminated the Nine Elite Orphans—every last one of them."

Torune, without a word, slid a small dossier across the table. Fu's words continued, weighty and deliberate. "The Nine Elite Orphans, trained to the standard of Chunin-level operatives, were more than capable of matching Jonin in terms of combat prowess. Yet... he slaughtered them with ease."

Danzo remained still, but the muscle in his jaw twitched, betraying his reaction. Fu pushed on, describing the brutal efficiency of Amatsu's methods. "He didn't simply kill them, Danzo-Sama. He broke them first—mentally, physically, emotionally. He turned their deaths into something far worse than mere violence. He used psychological manipulation to force them into a state of pure terror." Fu's voice grew cold, the magnitude of the situation settling in his chest. "One of the orphans survived. He returned to the camp as a husk—empty, shattered."

Danzo's brow furrowed. "Explain."

Fu's tone remained matter-of-fact. "The survivor was left alive, not out of mercy, but to carry the message. To tell the rest of the orphans what happened to their comrades. Amatsu wanted them to feel fear. To break their spirits completely." Fu's voice dropped even lower. "It was not just a fight. It was... a statement."

Torune spoke for the first time, his voice calm but measured. "We also suspect that his actions have caused a shift within the camp. The remaining thirty-seven orphans are no longer following orders. They are no longer listening to us"

Danzo's lips twitched ever so slightly. A shift in the orphans? This could be more than a mere inconvenience—it could unravel something far worse. He pressed his fingers against his temple, considering the ramifications of such a rebellion. "The boy has a power unlike any I've encountered. But this... rebellion. You think it is his doing?"

Fu nodded slowly. "It is not just fear or grief. There is something else at play here. Some of the orphans have begun to view him as a leader—almost an idol. The trauma of watching their comrades die has shifted into something more dangerous. They now view the system that created them as the enemy. hi massacre was both a wake-up call and a catalyst for their revolt."

Danzo's eye narrowed. A rebellion among the orphans would weaken his grip on the camp, a camp already teetering on the edge of disarray. But it was more than that—it was a sign of Amatsu's growing influence, a dangerous potential that could spread far beyond the confines of these children.

Fu continued, each word heavy with the realization of just how much danger they were in. "The orphans are rebelling because of that kid Lord Danzo. They feel his power, and they are starting to emulate it. Whether they hate him, fear him, or admire him... they are beginning to follow him."

Silence descended once more. Danzo leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of his face. His eye, deep in thought, seemed to gaze into some distant future where Amatsu's power would no longer be a rumor but a real threat to his carefully constructed world.

"The boy is dangerous," Danzo said, his voice a low murmur. "Stronger than I anticipated. Smarter, more calculating. His methods show a depth of strategy and psychological insight that I have not seen in a long time."

Fu and Torune exchanged a glance, but both men said nothing. Danzo's mind was already racing, his fingers tightening into a fist.

"If I allow him to grow unchecked, he will not only bring destruction to Konoha—he will destroy me as well." His voice grew colder, more deliberate. "This boy... if he ever learns the truth, that I was the one who manipulated Hanzo to kill him... I will have no place left to hide."

Fu could feel the weight of Danzo's gaze, but he remained silent, understanding the magnitude of what was happening. The orphans' rebellion, Amatsu's growing power, and the terrible cruelty of his methods—it all painted a picture that was slowly becoming clearer.

Danzo exhaled slowly, a thin, predatory smile forming on his lips. "Then I will have to push him harder. I cannot allow him to grow. I cannot afford to wait."

Torune's voice cut through the air. "What will you do, Danzo-Sama?"

Danzo sat motionless, his figure swallowed by the shadow of the room. The only sound was the soft scrape of his fingertips against the armrest of his chair. His eye, dark and calculating, was fixed on the floor, lost in thought. In the dim light, his features were barely discernible—an unreadable mask of contemplation. He had expected trouble, yes. But this? This was something entirely different.

That kid was not just another tool, another pawn to be manipulated. No. This boy was something far more dangerous.

The report had been clear—The boy was a tactical genius, a prodigy with a mind as sharp as his blade. Danzo's hands clenched, his knuckles whitening beneath his cloak. This wasn't simply about strength.

A slow exhale left Danzo's lips, his thoughts continuing to race. He had always known how to use strength to his advantage. It was why he'd built ROOT, why he controlled the covert operations of Konoha, all hidden beneath layers of manipulation. But That kid? He wasn't like the others. His strength wasn't brute force—it was calculated, precise, and, most troubling of all, unpredictable.

Danzo's mind drifted back to his past, to the manipulation of Hanzo. He remembered the carefully laid plans, how he had played on Hanzo's attachment to his own ninja, twisting it into a tool to eliminate a potential rival. Hanzo unable to let go of his affection for his men, and Danzo had used that weakness against him.

Now, though, Amatsu was proving to be a far more formidable adversary. He didn't rely on emotional ties; he didn't care. He understood that people were merely stepping stones to his goals, to his plan. And that made him dangerous.

There was no sentimentality in Amatsu's methods. No hesitation. Just efficiency. He left one elite orphan alive—not to show mercy, but to send a message.

Fear was his weapon.

The thought made his eye narrow in frustration. The boy was a strategist—an enemy who didn't just defeat opponents, but broke them. Danzo had built his empire by understanding how to crush those who stood in his way.

But Amatsu? He would never break.

That realization sent a chill down Danzo's spine. This wasn't just a tactical threat. Amatsu was a strategic nightmare, someone who could dismantle his very foundation without ever raising a hand in public. A boy who manipulated emotions, turned fear into power, and used it to break those who might challenge him.

If allowed to grow unchecked, Amatsu would outmaneuver him. Danzo would find himself in the position of weakness.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of Danzo's lips. The boy was dangerous, yes. But so was he.

"Deliver this to Hanzo: That kid was the one who killed his 30 elite orphans."

Fu gave a shallow nod. Torune remained still. Neither asked for clarification. They did not need to.

Danzo exhaled slowly. A calculated move, one that required no intricate strategy, no elaborate deception. It was obvious, and that was precisely why it would work. Hanzo, the self-proclaimed god of Amegakure, would believe it instinctively.

Danzo continued, his voice steady. "The details do not matter. Whether he already knows or not, this will only confirm his worst fears. taht kid is strong. ruthless. dangerous. That is all he needs to hear."

Hanzo's mind was easy to read. A man obsessed with absolute control, with the future of his village, with the survival of his ideals. He valued his shinobi—especially the orphans, the ones meant to be his elite ninja. He had raised them, trained them, prepared them to be his blades. And now, they were gone.

Fu's voice came, emotionless. "Hanzo will retaliate."

Danzo's eye narrowed. "He will do more than retaliate. He will make it personal."

This was not just an attack on Amegakure. This was an attack on Hanzo's legacy. that kid had not simply killed his elite orphans—he had slaughtered them, erased their future, spat on Hanzo's vision. The wound was not just physical; it was ideological.

Hanzo would not let this go.

Danzo's fingers tapped against the wood of his desk. "He will come for that kid himself. There will be no delegation, no hidden hand moving from the shadows. Hanzo always eliminates threats personally."

Torune finally spoke, his voice quiet but firm. "He destroyed entire organizations over lesser provocations."

Danzo closed his eye, recalling past intelligence.

Hanzo had crushed rebel factions before they could even breathe. Small dissident groups, small bands, anyone who dared to challenge his rule—all erased before they became a real problem.

A boy, no matter how strong, was nothing in comparison.

Danzo leaned forward, resting his hands atop the desk. The game was set. There would be no retreat for Hanzo, no reconsideration. By the time the false information reached him, it would no longer be false.

Hanzo's anger. His hatred . His pursuit of that kid.

And that was all that mattered.

Fu bowed. "We will see it done."

Torune followed suit.

Danzo watched as they left, his expression unreadable. His mind had already moved beyond them, beyond even Hanzo's inevitable rage.

One problem moves another into place.

Hanzo will destroy Amatsu. or he will destroy Hanzo.

Danzo would simply watch, adjust, and move forward.

Because in the end, it did not matter who survived.

Neither he him self, would walk away unscathed.