This Danzo Is Weird!

Thinking about this, Danzo opened the system description once more.

> "Good Person System: This system aims to cultivate the host into a person of high moral character. The user can earn skill points and skill packs by helping others and receiving their gratitude."

"The host can use skill points and collected skill packs to enhance their strength, thereby helping more people."

"The cost to upgrade Attributes, Talents, and Skills of D, C, B, A, and S ranks are 1, 10, 100, 1,000, and 10,000 ordinary skill points, respectively."

"Attributes and Talents are divided into three sub-levels per rank, while Skills have no sub-levels."

"Golden Skill Points bypass rank restrictions and can directly upgrade Attributes, Talents, and Skills. They are acquired randomly, with a higher probability of generation from characters with greater impact on the world."

"The probability and quality of dropped skill packs depend on the level of gratitude felt by the target toward the host. The stronger the gratitude, the higher the chance and quality of the dropped skill pack."

In other words, with the 1,002 ordinary skill points he currently had, he could upgrade one A-rank skill or attribute once at most.

Alternatively, he could use them to improve attributes like Strength, representing raw power, Taijutsu, representing taijutsu proficiency, or Stamina, representing chakra reserves, and push one of them to A-rank.

One option was to further enhance his strengths, while the other was to shore up his weaknesses. Which path should he choose?

As Danzo was lost in thought, a sudden wave of intense pain surged through his right arm.

The next moment, the Hashirama Cells implanted in his body began to rampantly absorb his chakra and underwent terrifyingly rapid cell division and growth!

These cells differentiated into plant cells, causing numerous branches to pierce through the bandages wrapped around his arm, growing uncontrollably!

"Damn it!"

Danzo opened his other eye, its crimson Sharingan glowing ominously. He unleashed its powerful ocular power to suppress the rampaging arm.

Since the implantation of the Hashirama Cells, such outbursts had happened more than once or twice.

But this time, the rampage was far more intense than usual. Even the Sharingan struggled to contain it.

The cells burst with vigorous vitality, causing lush branches to sprout and grow taller and taller.

Looking at his right arm now covered in leaves and branches, Danzo's face darkened.

"The First Hokage conquered the world with Wood Release, and here I am doing landscaping?!"

This wasn't how it was supposed to work!

The unstable Wood Release was no help to him—it was a liability.

He couldn't very well rip off his bandages mid-battle and invite his opponent to admire his "green arm," could he?

That would be utterly ridiculous.

He had to find a way to stabilize the Hashirama Cells.

The Sharingan option was immediately ruled out. After all, there wasn't a war going on, and no clan had been wiped out. Where was he supposed to find a large number of Sharingan?

If it were the old Danzo, he might've taken the opportunity to "harvest" a few Uchiha to gather some Sharingan. But now, he was reformed.

"I've changed, sir. Truly."

Thus, he had to come up with another method. After much thought, there was only one option left...

　　"Let me see your limits, System."

"Add points!"

As Danzo channeled skill points into Wood Release Talent, a vast surge of energy erupted from within his body, concentrating on his right hand infused with Hashirama's cells.

In an instant, Danzo could feel a tremendous transformation in his arm.

The unruly green sprouts began to retract under his control, returning to their normal state.

If those Hashirama cells were previously like rebellious insurgents, always on the brink of mutiny, they had now become well-fed, obedient militia under his command.

Even without deliberate suppression, the cells would no longer rampage uncontrollably.

"Tsk, so the inability to control Hashirama's cells was entirely due to my lack of talent before?"

Danzo scratched his forehead.

It made sense. These were the cells of the God of Shinobi, the reincarnation of Ashura himself. Struggling to control them with his prior talent was only natural.

But then again, what's the big deal about the old Shimura Danzo?

I'm not that Danzo! That guy was just a scheming rat of the ninja world. I'm a sunny old man determined to spread kindness across the land!

Danzo firmly believed that with his altruistic nature, unyielding determination, and a tiny bit of help from the system, he would surpass both Hashirama and Madara to become the greatest shinobi in history.

After indulging in his little daydream, Danzo returned to reality, satisfied.

With the hidden threat of Hashirama's cells resolved, it was finally time to leave for the Village Hidden in the Rain.

Pulling back the tent flap, Danzo saw the children playing in the muddy field. The joy he felt from his recent power-up was replaced by calmness.

Once he left, those children would return to their fated lives.

Some might perish in the crossfire of warring shinobi as early as tomorrow. Others might grow up burdened by hatred, destined to bring more pain to the world...

They were as fragile as blades of grass, easily uprooted.

Yet, like grass, they were also resilient, capable of surviving even in the crevices of stone.

"Damn this war," Danzo muttered under his breath and quietly left the camp.

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A few days later, in the Amegakure

Hanzo of the Salamander, seated in his chambers, glanced at the intelligence report handed to him. His expression was one of disbelief.

"Are you joking? You're saying that Shimura Danzo is helping refugees in the Land of Rain for free?"

"Lord Hanzo, we saw it with our own eyes."

Several Rain ninja, here to report, wore bitter smiles.

Though they found it hard to believe, they had indeed witnessed the infamous "Darkness of the Shinobi World" aiding refugees.

He wasn't just distributing food for free—he even brought medicine and personally treated the wounded.

The grateful expressions of the refugees made it look like Danzo was the leader of the Rain Village, not Hanzo.

Hanzo, clad in his heavy armor and wearing a gas mask, narrowed his eyes in puzzlement.

His fingers drumming on the table betrayed his growing frustration.

Was the world going mad?

The notoriously ruthless Shimura Danzo was doing charity work?

No, there had to be a hidden agenda.

"Ssss..."

Hanzo rubbed his temples. No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure out what Danzo's true motive was.

Was he pretending to be a good guy?

There was no need!

Everyone in the shinobi world knew Danzo's methods. No matter how much he acted benevolent, no one would believe it.

Even if he were vying for the Hokage seat and trying to gain favor, wouldn't it make more sense to do good deeds in the Leaf Village? Why come to the Land of Rain?

Damn it! What's that bastard scheming?!