I have always wanted to do an evaluation of skills story on the Naruto characters at the Academy, especially after reading Final Evaluations! However I didn't want it to be a carbon copy of the work so I put my own spin on it featuring Danzo instead! Hope you all like it!
Enjoy!
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"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"
The echoes of a living nightmare carried endlessly down the corridors.
Every cry of agony.
Every whimper of regret.
Desperate for relief.
Desperate for mercy.
The broken sobs pleading for the embrace of the Shinigami.
And the prayers unanswered.
The squelch of flesh. The crack of bone. The ting of metal.
But the most terror came when there was no sound at all.
Physical pain can be endured.
The mind rarely has such will.
And everyone has a breaking point.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhaahhhhh!!!!"
Danzo Shimura stood silently within the shadowed halls, his presence as ephemeral as the illusions of mercy used to systematically break the traitors and prisoners unfortunate enough to be caught within the grips of the Konoha Torture and Interrogation Department.
With the shadows blanketing him he felt very much like the ghost of a former Era that he was.
Wordlessly he observed Ibiki's latest work through the one-way glass. Watching as the traitor was meticulously taken apart, piece by agonizing piece until there was no deception or secrets remaining.
It had taken all of 5 seconds for the traitor to reveal his true colors.
7 minutes for him to finish his rant against the Village.
17 minutes to reveal every child whose education he had sabotaged.
23 to detail every bit of intelligence he had sold, and another 5 to give up the names of all the recipients.
It had taken 29 minutes to learn that he had been Orochimaru's spy, and another 37 to determine with absolute certainty that he was nothing more than an expendable pawn.
In just an hour and seven minutes Mizuki Mumei was no more.
'Pathetic' Danzo sneered, disgusted with how such an unremarkable vermin had slipped through their notice.
He allowed Hiruzen to have his way for over thirteen years.
No more.
Having seen enough he turned to make his way down the corridors, the rhythmic clack of his cane echoing down the halls of the jail cells, a warning to those within as to just who would be sauntering by.
Prisoners huddled in the corners, making themselves appear as small and insignificant as possible in the hopes the bandaged warhawk would not turn his sights upon them.
Danzo paid the worms no heed.
His mind was set on rectifying a much larger issue.