It has been two days since Shimura Danzo died. Hiruzen still couldn't believe it was real. He'd thought that man would outlive his reign as Hokage, maybe go as far as the next Hokage's reign, but Danzo died. Slowly. Painfully. Bleeding out, alone, on the floor of his office. Grieving wasn't something a Hokage had the luxury of. He had a village to lead, hundreds of ninja to control, a political climate to navigate while walking on eggshells, and a sword that didn't belong in Konoha currently being held by a genin with no hope of wielding it properly. And then, on top of all of that, he had a jounin, formally one of his most decorated Anbu, that had an abrupt personality change. That man had saved his life, completed some of the most difficult and dangerous missions Hiruzen had, and never questioned anything. He'd believed in the Hokage's law with no exceptions. And then he got genin.