So the Leaf was in shambles. Those books were being released, and it wasn't like they were low quality either. Nah.

That shit was premium.

Motherfucker, sealing jutsu was used in this. Sealing jutsu to replicate the voices of Hiruzen and Danzo. Even a seal, if you allowed it, could animate the scenes in the pages.

Like come on, this was taking sealing to a whole different level. And maybe Jiraiya was stealing some lines for his Icha Icha Paradise. This would prove... quite useful.

Now into the next couple of lines:

"Danzo pressed closer, his voice low. 'One more cover-up, old friend. Just one more.'"

And then some talk about how everything he was doing was for the Leaf.

Hm, yeah, that checks out.

The thing was, they couldn't ignore this book.

1: It was too popular.

2: There were a lot of hints of truth within those pages.

For fuck's sake, it felt like Aizen had done some serious digging for that shit.

A few civilians were whispering nearby, pointing. The cover alone was unmistakable. At first glance, it seemed like bad erotica.

Then the author began listing very real, very classified Root facilities by name.

Location: Sector B-12, Root. Sealed Archives, Level 3. Retinal lock required.

Contents: Hashirama DNA research logs. Sealing diagram fragments traced to Uzushio origin.

Jiraiya's eyes narrowed.

"...The hell is this?"

He stood up, closed the book, and then pondered it even more. Some of that info was exactly how he remembered it from the last time he was down there.

When he went to check the author's source, he saw a few names.

{P.S.: I was able to get those lovely codes via the seals on the Root tongues. It was quite easy to reprogram it to only tell me the truth.}

...

Oh.

Oh well, damn.

Hokage's Office – 10 Minutes Later

Hiruzen was currently dealing with the pressure of the Daimyō telling him to step down. You know, couldn't have a bottom govern the Leaf. The village wouldn't be respected if their leader was a man who may or may not be a bottom.

However, before Hiruzen could grieve over the fact that he wasn't a bottom—he was the top. Yeah. Whatever helped him sleep at night.

His Enma pole 100% did not go anywhere near those Shimura cheeks.

The door was kicked open.

"HIRUZEN!!"

Tsunade.

She looked pissed. Absolutely livid. If looks could kill, he'd be dead a hundred times over.

Jiraiya followed right behind her, more serious than usual.

Danzo was already seated, arms crossed and looking thoroughly pissed.

Hiruzen exhaled. "Tsunade, I understand you're upset, but there's no need to shout—"

"Shut up," she snapped. "Where is it?"

Hiruzen blinked. "Where is...?"

"His arm."

She pointed directly at Danzo.

"Right. Fucking. Now."

As for why she was so pissed... well, if you scroll to page 69 of the book—if you could ignore the position Hiruzen was in—Danzo's arm was revealed. And when the author said what his arms were made of...

It was Hashirama cells.

That was her grandpa.

Danzo's expression tightened. "This is outrageous. You storm in here, waving some garbage pamphlet around like it's holy writ—"

"I'm not asking anymore." Her voice dropped, sharp and dangerous. "This... filth," she spat, tossing the book across the table, "mentions Hashirama cells. It accurately described your hidden labs."

Jiraiya, leaning casually against the wall, added dryly, "Page 214 specifically describes the chakra stitching technique used in your right arm. A pretty rare method... only seen in Kusa and Root."

Danzo's face darkened. "Are we truly giving credence to something that drew me shirtless with the Hokage?"

"Then show us your arm." Tsunade took a step forward. Her chakra flared like a storm rumbling under her skin. "Prove it's fake."

Danzo stood slowly. "How preposterous. As if I—I—would ever desecrate the grave of the First Hokage—my comrade, my hero."

He would.

And he'd do it again.

In a heartbeat.

And to think all of this was happening... because he messed with the wrong kid.

Oh well.

Womp, womp.

Seijuro was currently in uniform, his fox mask on, doing his job—guarding the Hokage.

He'd about expected this. He wanted Hiruzen to be forced to step down so that someone better could take over. Yes, this was also part of his plan. Now for stage four to take place—and have all the Elders expose shit about themselves.

Speaking of which, he was working on that right now. Aizen Sōsuke was currently raising their stress levels as we speak.

And by raising their stress levels, he meant killing members of their clans while sabotaging their economies.

You know. That good shit.

"...Danzo."

The elder turned to him.

"Show her the arm. If you have nothing to hide, this will end the matter. If the book is slander, let's clear your name now."

Danzo's eyes narrowed. "And if I refuse?"

"You'd look guilty," Tsunade snapped.

"I'd look like a man refusing to strip for an angry child."

Danzo turned to leave.

CLACK.

Two ANBU agents silently stepped into his path, blocking the exit. One of them shut the door behind them with slow finality.

Hiruzen's tone dropped an octave. "Danzo. Don't make this worse."

"Danzo, show your fucking arm!" Hiruzen barked, finally losing it. He had just read through a 300-page story of him getting his butt absolutely wrecked—no lube. He wasn't in the mood for any of Danzo's BS today.

Fuck that guy.

The whole 'No, I am doing this for Konoha' nonsense wouldn't fly.

Nada.

He should've had this attitude sooner... but oh well.

A/N I am waiting for Danzo to say his special line to activate the trap.