Chapter 67 At this point, it has become art—a world-famous painting!
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After the Kakashi incident, Hiruzen Sarutobi's reputation in Konoha plummeted. While his authority as Hokage remained intact, the damage to his public image left him reeling.
However, Uchiha Yi had no intention of letting him recover.
"Time to add more fuel to the fire," Yi muttered with a smirk.
Black Zetsu emerged from the ground, his sinister chuckle filling the room. "Everything is in place. Shall we begin?"
Yi nodded. "Let's give him a taste of his own medicine. Let's see how Hiruzen handles it when his own people become victims."
Using White Zetsu's mimicry ability and the covert skills of Black Zetsu, the plan was set in motion. Yi's shadow clone, clad in a White Zetsu shell, stealthily infiltrated the Sarutobi clan's residence. Their target: Asuma Sarutobi, Hiruzen's son.
Black Zetsu had already prepared the scene. Asuma lay unconscious, his sleep as deep as that of a newborn. If the goal had been to assassinate him, it would've been an easy task.
But Yi had no intention of killing him—at least, not yet. Asuma was far more useful alive.
Asuma was quietly taken to the guest quarters of the visiting foreign delegation. Using Black Zetsu's unparalleled abilities, the entire group was rendered unconscious. What came next was nothing short of absurd yet brilliant in its simplicity.
"Alright, White Zetsu, strip them down and pile them together!" Yi commanded with a mischievous grin.
"What next?" White Zetsu asked, his tone amused.
"Arrange them like this... then apply glue here... and more over there…" Yi outlined every detail.
By the time they finished, it was a masterpiece of mockery. A truly "artistic" tableau that would become the talk of the town.
Standing back to admire the scene, Yi chuckled. "This is what happens when you mess with me, Sarutobi. Consider it a gift from the Uchiha."
The Next Morning
As the sun rose over Konoha, its citizens began their day. The usual routine of bustling streets and daily chores was interrupted by an unusual commotion.
Curious villagers followed the sounds of laughter, gasps, and exclamations to the source of the uproar.
"What's going on?" one bystander asked.
"Oh my god! Is that… Asuma Sarutobi?" another cried out.
"What in the world is he doing with… them?!"
Gasps turned into whispers, and whispers turned into shouts.
There, in the middle of the plaza, Asuma lay entangled with several members of the foreign delegation. Their disheveled state, combined with the sticky glue that bound them together, painted a picture that left little to the imagination.
The villagers were both horrified and fascinated by the scandalous sight.
"This is… beyond belief!" someone exclaimed.
"Doesn't he have a thing with Kurenai? What's this supposed to be?"
"I can't unsee this!" another cried, covering their eyes.
Meanwhile, Asuma stirred awake. His groggy state quickly turned into panic as he realized his predicament. His hands were stuck, his body pressed awkwardly against others, and a crowd of gawking villagers surrounded him.
"What… What is this?!" Asuma yelled, struggling to free himself.
His struggles only made the situation worse. Every movement caused the glue to stretch, making the scene look far more suggestive than it actually was.
The crowd's laughter and gasps intensified.
At the same time, the foreign delegates also began to wake up. They looked around in confusion, their faces paling as they realized their compromising positions.
"What's the meaning of this?!" one delegate screamed.
"This is a setup! A trap!" another shouted.
But their protests fell on deaf ears as the crowd reveled in the absurdity of the situation.
Dark clouds of shame loomed over Asuma as he desperately tried to explain himself. But with glue covering his hands and body, and his awkward proximity to the others, his words sounded hollow even to himself.
News spread like wildfire. Soon, Hiruzen Sarutobi and his advisors were alerted. By the time the Anbu arrived to defuse the situation, it was too late. The damage was done.
Even Kurenai, who had been on her way to meet Asuma, stopped in her tracks when she saw the scene. Her face turned pale, and without a word, she turned and walked away.
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Back at his hideout, Yi couldn't suppress his laughter.
"This… This is art," he said, wiping tears from his eyes. "A masterpiece that even Deidara would envy!"
Black Zetsu emerged from the shadows, his smile as twisted as ever. "What's next?"
Yi crossed his arms, his expression turning serious. "The fallout from this will be enough to destabilize the Sarutobi clan for now. We've planted the seed. Let's sit back and watch it grow."
As chaos engulfed Konoha, Yi knew one thing for sure—Hiruzen Sarutobi's days of untouchable authority were numbered. This was only the beginning.
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