I am Danzō!

"I would like some time alone, the lake is beautiful today. You can have your lunch first." Said Jason to the woman behind his wheelchair.

"But Sir-" Before her maid could finish, Jason cut her off.

"Eat well, Lilia." Jason flashed a smile. He liked this maid. She was hardworking and a kind woman. Her motherly care was unrivaled.

Jason knew that better than anyone.

"But-"

"Please..." Lilia got cut off again by Jason's pleading tone.

"Sigh... Alright. I will only give you 15 minutes!" Lilia said forcefully.

"Hehe~ Thank you." Jason chuckled.

He raised his head, staring at the sky. It looked as if he was glaring at something beyond. A minute passed before he looked down again.

"15 years. That should be enough as a payment." Jason murmured to himself. Only he knew what he meant.

Fifteen years ago, Jason got into a car accident that led to his current state.

Fortunately, he had money. Although not rich enough to compare to the richest in the world, compared to a normal family, he was packed with money. His father was an elite, and he was also an elite. Both father and son knew how to make a lot of money.

Jason's mother died before he could even remember and his father did not remarry even after he set him up on a date a few times. They just bonded and got richer and richer.

However, 25-year-old Jason was driving from a business trip when he got hit by a speeding truck that had loose brakes.

Now, he was left with a completely paralyzed lower body, an amputated left arm, and a missing pinky finger from his right hand. It was a miracle that he was still alive.

As for the driver that hit him, he died of severe blood.

His injuries took him over three years to "recover". Now, fifteen years later, Jason grew tired. Reaching for his pocket, he took out two folded envelop.

One was addressed to his father and the other was to his maid. He reached out and carefully placed them on the ground. Then with a smile, he pressed the forward button of his wheelchair and headed straight to the depths.

...

Konohagakure, Root's Headquarters.

The old man who was asleep behind the desk suddenly sprung up. Like a startled child from a nightmare, he started sweating bullets.

"W-whats going on?!" Jason mumbled heavily.

Then he suddenly realized, much to his shock that he was on his feet, rooted inside an old-looking office-style room.

Jason hurriedly checked his body. Shock and confusion could not describe his current emotions.

He swung his head around, trying to look for a mirror, but unfortunately, he could not find any.

'Right, water!' He looked and looked again but could not find any. It was then that he knocked over the hundreds of filed printed papers on the table, scattering them on the floor.

He then heard a knock on the door.

"Danzo-sama, is everything alright?" It was sudden, but that voice seemed to have triggered a memory in his head. In an instant, selected memories of the owner of the voice behind the door suddenly flashed through his head.

Although there were hundreds of them, Jason only took 10 seconds of silence to process them. And that was just how the brain operated. As long as you don't focus too much on some memory, you could process them at a much faster pace.

Still, it wasn't just the memories about the man behind the door that he discovered, Jason also figured out whose perspective he was using. It was a man called Danzo, the name Danzo triggered another chain of memory but Jason was able to hold himself back from exploring it.

What mattered now was the man behind the door.

"Ah, Fū. Come in..." Jason calmly responded, as if the ten-second silence did not happen. He was surprised by his new raspy and aged voice. Still, it sounded quite cool. The door opened and a handsome young man entered.

He was well-built for his age. His hair was auburn and had a pair of amber eyes that seemed to pierce through one's heart. He wore a short, black jacket with red straps on the shoulders, a pair of black gloves, dark-colored pants, and regular shinobi sandals.

His name was Yamanaka Fu from the Yamanaka Clan. A genius selected by Danzo at a young age and was slowly brainwashed to follow and be loyal to the Root and follow all of Shimura Danzo's orders with questions... even if it meant sacrificing his life for the old man.

Jason watched as Fu knelt on the floor and started his report.

"Danzo-sama, the mission to assassinate the Juba Brothers of the Hidden Mist Village was successful," Fu stated calmly. As someone who had killed his emotions, death was just like the wind.

"Good job. You are dismissed. Ah, rearrange the paper before you go." Jason glanced at Fu then casually strolled out of the room. Acting like the original Danzo was easy for him. After all, he had seen his father act like that many times in front of his subordinates and would laugh with him later.

However, unlike his father who used it as a poker face, Danzo was a natural.

Jason strolled out of the Root Headquarters with great familiarity. The dark hallways and large pipes meant that this place was built in underground sewers.

As he walked, his face paled even further as the wrinkles on the visible part of his forehead wrinkled even more as he frowned. He felt disgusted but understood and admired the old man called Danzo.

He saw Danzo as ambitious, calculating, and had terrifying patience. It was to the point that Jason felt fearful. A man who had nothing to lose, no, a man who had lost everything could become the most terrifying enemy.

With no wife or a child and with his parents dead from the war, Danzo was indeed a man who had nothing to lose. He had plotted and waited for decades just to become the so-called Hokage.

Driven by his ideals! Ideals that were sharpened from the three Great Shinobi World Wars! An extremist whose passion to protect and bring back his village's glory led him astray.

Fearful of his death, Danzo began dealing with criminals. Madmen who would do everything just to achieve their goals.

"Orochimaru. That man, if he was on earth, he would be one of those mad, genius scientists usually seen in movies." Jason chuckled. Even though he was now in Danzo's body and had inherited his predecessor's sin, he did not care. What mattered the most was that he could finally move. He was now out of his chair which was full of misery.

"Now that I am given another chance, I should treasure it. Unfortunately, I possessed an old man, I need to find a way to live longer." Jason was an elite. He business a man who can easily control his emotions. But that accident hit him hard and the only thing that held him back from taking his life sooner was his father.

Jason did not want his father to live alone. He wanted his dad to have a reason to go home. And after 14 years, his father finally retired from work. He spent a year together with his dad before he was assured.

So right now, Jason had no lingering thought about his previous life. Still, it would be even better if he could find a way to send a message to his father that he was doing well and could now move again.

...

After nearly an hour of walking, Jason entered his predecessor's house. It was a neat-looking two-story house. On the first floor were the kitchen, a TV, a sofa, and another room in which Danzo placed his Shinobi Tools and weapons. On the table was a set of tea apparatuses.

The second floor had two rooms but the other room was empty. Inside Danzo's room were just a bed, a table, a lamp, and a closet, and the mirror that Jason needed the most was plastered on the wall.

Although he had seen Danzo's appearance in his memory, Jason still wanted to see it on his own. And there it was. The good, old Danzo. Jason had to admit it though, he had the appearance of a villain.

With no suspense, Jason slowly unwrapped his head. Slowly, he opened his right eye, revealing the chilling red eyes. The so-called Sharingan of the Uchiha Clan!

Jason immediately felt that a thin line of his chakra was slowly but surely being suctioned by the Sharingan. Although it was not being actively used, the Sharingan was still able to consume a little thread of his chakra. It was an eye containing great power.

"Uchiha Shisui's eye. If this existed on Earth, the one who can wield smartly it would probably become the most powerful man." As Jason absorbed Danzo's memories, he was also getting even more amazed and shocked at how Danzo lived now.

Jason returned his bandages and instead took out his right hand. Except for his subordinates, no one knew that Danzo's right arm was functional and could move like a normal arm. And sealed in this arm was a great secret.

It was an arm from one of Orochimaru's test subjects. The test subject possessed a unique genetic makeup that allowed for tissue and organ transplantation with absolutely no chance of rejection. That allowed Orochimaro to be able to transplant Hashirama's cells and ten more Sharingan in a single arm.

Although he knew that, Jason did not dare unlock the seal. Since he was still awkward with his new body, it would be a disaster if he could not control Hashirama's cell.

And with nothing more to do, Jason just lay on the bed, slowly assimilating and sorting out Danzo's memory. He wanted to eliminate the useless ones. After all, keeping them would just tax his mental strength even further.