"What's with those faces? You look like you've seen a ghost."
It was Danzo himself who spoke first, with a faint smile and dark shadows under his sunken eyes.
Fully conscious now, he looked at us from his bed, unable to move his body.
Everyone rushed to his side immediately.
"It's good to see you awake, Danzo," Snow spoke first, with the others quickly following his lead. Even Ghost, who was usually quiet, offered a few words of encouragement.
But among them all, I found myself sitting at the back, silently staring at him in a daze.
All the way to the end, Danzo kept speaking with a smile, his voice calm—so different from the sharp tone he used to have.
Barely able to lift the upper half of his body, paralyzed as he was, he looked weak.
Too weak.
He wasn't the same lively Danzo I knew.
The explosive aura that used to surround him was gone, replaced by the stillness of a sick man who could collapse at any moment.
