"Hmm…" Yo-Yo Ma fell into thought. "I can't really remember. I was transported here."
Transported?
Danzō's attention sharpened instantly.
What kind of jutsu could teleport someone directly from a mountain range into the heart of Konoha?
A dozen techniques surged through his mind—Flying Thunder, Heavenly Transfer Jutsu, maybe even Reverse Summoning, or some sort of sealed scroll with spatial function.
But he quickly ruled out Flying Thunder—this jutsu was notoriously difficult to master. In all of Konoha's history, only a handful had ever succeeded, and it required prior marking to be usable.
"You appeared here directly?" Danzō asked, voice low and cold.
"Yes, sir!" Yo-Yo Ma replied cheerfully, like a loyal, bootlicking mutt.
That ruled out Reverse Summoning and scroll-based methods. This place, just outside Root HQ, was under constant 24-hour surveillance. No one could sneak in undetected—not even a skilled jōnin. The surrounding area was tightly bound with barrier seals, monitored by elite sensory units.
To bypass that, someone would have to break the barrier without triggering a single alert.
Too risky. Too difficult.
Heavenly Transfer Jutsu—that made the most sense.
A high-speed spatial displacement technique, Heavenly Transfer didn't technically warp space like Flying Thunder did. It simply launched the subject through a straight-line trajectory at near-instant velocity. If the transporter didn't care about whether the payload survived… then it could work.
The problem was, most recipients would be turned into jelly upon impact—especially if they hit something like Konoha's defensive barriers.
But Yo-Yo Ma? The grotesque green idiot practically couldn't die. If anything could survive being used like a human bullet, it was this thing.
Was Kumogakure trying to kill me? Danzō frowned.
But he couldn't think of any real reason the Cloud would want him dead. If they wanted to assassinate someone, wouldn't they target the Third Hokage?
Why him?
And this—this buffoon—was the assassin?
How insulting.
"Dispose of it. I don't care how. Just don't let it follow me." Danzō's voice was like steel.
He didn't fully believe what Yo-Yo Ma said, but he also didn't care. He'd seen enough—this was a dumb, easily manipulated puppet. No real intel could be wrung from it.
A single Root operative should be more than enough to end this.
As the others walked away, one Root ninja stayed behind to carry out the task. Yo-Yo Ma said nothing—just continued to stare at Danzō's retreating back, grinning like a lunatic even as he took punches and kicks without resistance or complaint.
When Danzō finally disappeared down the path with his ANBU escort and remaining guard, Yo-Yo Ma's smile slowly darkened.
"Oh? Just the two of us now? I guess you've been left behind," he said with a twisted grin.
Despite having a blade skewered through his head and being pinned to the ground, Yo-Yo Ma didn't seem bothered in the slightest. He kept laughing like a clown.
Then, the wind stirred.
The Root agent blinked—there was no chakra to sense, but the breeze was definitely real.
"What did you do?" the Root operative demanded, just as the gusts intensified.
Yo-Yo Ma pulled a tiny electric fan from his jumpsuit pocket, cradling it like a sacred artifact. "Don't worry. Just a little fan. Thank the stars it didn't get broken—that would've made me so sad."
The fan's blades spun merrily in his hands, blowing away his drool in erratic gusts.
But the operative's eyes narrowed. Inside Yo-Yo Ma's open mouth, mosquitoes began to fly out—tiny, numerous, unnatural. Like they'd been bred and stored inside his disgusting body.
The Root ninja didn't move closer. Instead, he calmly performed Wind Release: Vacuum Bullet once more.
Compressed chakra tore forward and shredded the fan. The bugs scattered and burned midair, dead before they even hit the ground.
"Hu… hu… hu…" The Root ninja tried to speak—but no sound came out.
Yo-Yo Ma grinned wider.
His eyes locked on the small holes that had begun appearing in the ninja's throat.
"You really thought you could take me alone? How arrogant!"
He cackled as he spoke, saliva flying from his mouth.
Each droplet that landed on the Root ninja burned through flesh like acid, creating precise puncture wounds without pain or blood. Silent. Deadly. Invisible if unnoticed.
And in moments, it was done.
Yo-Yo Ma walked off slowly, leaving behind a corpse riddled with tiny, perfect holes—like someone had drilled through the ninja's body from every angle.
Stand: Yo-Yo Ma
Its ability is deceptively simple: it attacks through bodily fluids.
Every drop of saliva, sweat, or breath contains a corrosive force that bypasses pain receptors and silently punches holes through flesh and bone. Even casual exposure leads to fatal injury.
Its parameters aren't impressive—only its Durability ranks at A.
But what makes it deadly is its fully autonomous intelligence and immortality. No matter how much damage it sustains, it instantly regenerates. Combined with its repulsive behavior, childish demeanor, and sadistic tactics, Yo-Yo Ma becomes a nightmare to eliminate.
If you can't kill it—eventually, it will kill you.
After acquiring Yo-Yo Ma, Ishiki Kujo revised his Stand setup.
Left Eye (Saint's Left Eye): Scary Monsters
Right Eye (Saint's Right Eye): Weather Report
Sacrificed Stand: The Fool → replaced by Yo-Yo Ma
His new active combo: Scary Monsters and Yo-Yo Ma.
Then, using Heavenly Transfer, Ishiki launched Yo-Yo Ma directly into Root's underground sector beneath Konoha.
Before that, he'd tampered with its cognition via genjutsu—erasing all memory of Ishiki's real name and implanting only a single identifier:
JoJo.
It was a failsafe—one that ensured his involvement wouldn't be traced through Yo-Yo Ma's big, slobbering mouth.
Of course, even if it was traced, Ishiki didn't care.
Who'd believe a green-skinned ogre claiming to be sent by a "JoJo"?
And if someone tried to probe Yo-Yo Ma's mind with jutsu?
Good luck.
Everything inside was Ishiki's design—fabricated memories, curated illusions, even traps. He doubted anyone probing Yo-Yo Ma's thoughts would survive long enough to realize they were being deceived.
And even if they did?
Would they really believe such memories were real?
Couldn't they just be Transformation Jutsu projections? Misdirection? Shadowy illusions?
Ishiki didn't need to hide anymore.
He was already several moves ahead.