Chapter 10

[AN: We hit 200 Power stones and I'm feeling generous.]

The following day dawned bright and clear over Konoha. Garp, his grandchildren in tow, followed Tsunade through the winding streets towards the Senju Compound. As they walked, Tsunade provided a running commentary on the village's history and layout.

"The Senju Compound isn't as lively as it once was." Tsunade explained, a hint of melancholy in her voice. "Many of our clan members have either fallen in battle or integrated fully into the village, choosing to live among the general population."

Yahiko, ever curious, piped up, "But why? Isn't it better to stick together?"

Tsunade smiled sadly. "It's complicated, Yahiko. The Senju believed in the village as a whole, not just clan loyalty. In a way, our dispersion throughout Konoha is a testament to that belief."

As they approached the compound gates, Nagato spoke softly, "It seems... even quieter than I expected."

"You're right." Tsunade nodded. "There are only a handful of us left who still reside here. Mostly the elders and those who prefer the traditional way of life."

They passed through the gates, entering a world that seemed frozen in time. Traditional wooden houses lined wide, immaculately kept streets. The air was filled with the soft rustling of leaves and the distant sound of flowing water.

"Wow." Konan breathed, her eyes wide as she took in the serene beauty of the compound.

Garp, uncharacteristically quiet, observed everything with keen interest. This place, with its air of faded glory and lingering traditions, reminded him of certain aspects of Wanokuni - though thankfully without the oppressive aura of corruption and decadence that had encapsulated it in it's later years.

Tsunade led them to a large, traditional house at the heart of the compound. "This is where my grandma Mito lives." she explained. "She's been eager to meet you, Garp-san."

As they approached the entrance, the shoji door slid open, revealing an elderly woman with striking red hair tied in two buns. Despite her advanced age, Mito Uzumaki carried herself with unmistakable dignity and power. The Diamond Mark on her forehead shined a deep read color as she looked at the new arrivals.

"Welcome." Mito said, her voice strong and clear. "I've been looking forward to this meeting, Monkey D. Garp."

Garp grinned broadly, bowing slightly in respect. "The pleasure is mine, Mito-sama. Your reputation precedes you."

Mito's eyes twinkled with amusement. "As does yours, Garp-san. Please, come in. I've prepared tea."

As they entered the beautifully appointed traditional room, Mito's gaze fell on the three children. "And these must be your grandchildren. Welcome, young ones."

The children bowed respectfully, even Yahiko managing to curb his usual exuberance in the presence of this impressive woman.

Once they were all seated around a low table, Mito gracefully began to prepare the tea. The room fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft clink of porcelain and the whisper of flowing water from the garden outside.

As Mito served the tea, she spoke, "Tsunade tells me you've had quite an impact since your arrival, Garp-san."

Garp chuckled, accepting his cup with a nod of thanks. "Oh, you know how it is. Can't seem to go anywhere without causing a bit of a stir."

Mito's lips curved in a small smile. "Indeed. Your... conversation with Hiruzen yesterday has certainly set tongues wagging."

Garp took a sip of his tea, his eyes twinkling over the rim of the cup. "Ah, word travels fast, I see. I hope I didn't ruffle too many feathers."

"On the contrary." Mito replied, her voice carrying a hint of approval. "I think it did the little monkey some good to be reminded that there are still powers in this world beyond his understanding. His ego has gotten greatly inflated in the past few years"

The conversation flowed easily after that, touching on various topics. Mito asked the children about their training and their impressions of Konoha, listening with genuine interest to their enthusiastic responses.

As the children became engrossed in examining some ancient Uzumaki scrolls that Mito had brought out for them, the conversation between the adults took a more serious turn.

"Garp-san." Mito began, her voice low and thoughtful, "I'm curious about your views on peace. In these troubled times, it's a topic that weighs heavily on many minds."

Garp set down his tea cup, his usual grin fading into a more contemplative expression. "Peace, eh? That's a heavy topic indeed, Mito-sama."

Tsunade leaned forward, clearly interested in hearing Garp's perspective.

Mito nodded, her eyes distant. "My late husband, Hashirama, dreamed of a world where children would not be sent to die on battlefields. Where villages could coexist in harmony. And yet, here we are, decades later, still embroiled in war."

Garp was quiet for a moment, his mind wandering back to his experiences in both this life and his previous one. "Hashirama-sama's dream was a noble one." he began slowly. "But I'm afraid I don't share his optimism about achieving such an ideal state of peace."

Mito's eyebrows rose slightly. "Oh? Do elaborate, please."

Garp leaned back, his massive frame making the tatami mat creak slightly. "In my experience - and I've seen my fair share of conflicts - true, lasting peace is like trying to catch the wind. The moment you think you've grasped it, it slips away."

He paused, gathering his thoughts. "People, by their very nature, will always have differences. Conflicts will arise, whether over resources, ideologies, or simple misunderstandings. It's an inescapable part of human nature."

Tsunade frowned. "That's a rather pessimistic view, isn't it? Are you saying peace is impossible?"

Garp shook his head. "Not impossible, no. But perhaps we need to redefine what we mean by 'peace'. Perfect harmony might be unattainable, but a world where conflicts are resolved without resorting to all-out war? That's something worth striving for."

Mito nodded slowly, her eyes sharp. "And how do you propose we achieve such a state?"

Garp's gaze drifted to the children, who were still engrossed in the scrolls. "By breaking cycles. By teaching the next generation that strength isn't just about how hard you can hit, but about who and what you choose to protect. Though, how hard you can hit is still important."

He turned back to Mito and Tsunade. "In my view, true peace can only be achieved when there's a force dedicated to protecting the weak and maintaining balance. Not through fear or oppression, but through genuine commitment to justice and the greater good."

Mito's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "You speak as if from experience, Garp-san. Have you seen such a system in action?"

Garp chuckled, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "Let's just say I've been part of an organization that tried to embody those ideals. It wasn't perfect - far from it - but it showed me that it's possible to strive for something greater than endless conflict."

Tsunade interjected, her voice tinged with frustration. "But how does that apply here? The hidden village system, the constant power struggles between nations - it seems like an endless cycle of violence."

Garp nodded gravely. "And therein lies the problem. The current system, with all due respect, is fundamentally flawed. It perpetuates conflict rather than resolving it."

Mito raised an eyebrow. "Strong words, Garp-san. Care to elaborate?"

Garp leaned forward, his voice low and intense. "The hidden villages, for all their talk of protecting their people, are essentially military dictatorships. They train children to be soldiers, send them to die in wars over resources and political squabbles. And the daimyos and other political leaders? They're too far removed from the consequences of their decisions."

He shook his head, a hint of anger creeping into his voice. "The ordinary people - the farmers, the merchants, the civilians caught in the crossfire - they're the ones who suffer most. And yet, their voices are rarely heard in the halls of power."

A heavy silence fell over the room. Tsunade looked troubled, while Mito's expression was unreadable.

Finally, Mito spoke, her voice soft but firm. "You paint a grim picture, Garp-san. But I can't say I entirely disagree. Hashirama's dream of peace through cooperation between villages has been twisted into a system of mutually destruction and despair."

Garp nodded. "Exactly. What's needed is a complete paradigm shift. A force that transcends village boundaries, dedicated to maintaining peace and justice for all people, not just those of a particular nation or hidden village."

Tsunade frowned. "But how would such a force be established? Who would control it? The temptation for abuse of power would be immense."

Garp grinned, some of his usual cheer returning. "Ah, now that's the tricky part, isn't it? It would require leaders of uncommon virtue, a strict code of ethics, and constant vigilance against corruption. Not an easy task, but not an impossible one either."

Mito studied Garp intently. "You speak as if you've given this a great deal of thought, Garp-san. Are you perhaps planning to create such a force yourself?"

Garp laughed, the sound booming through the quiet room. "Me? Nah, I'm just an old man looking after his grandkids. But who knows? Maybe the next generation will be the ones to bring about that change. And if they do, I wouldn't mind lending a hand every now and again."

His gaze drifted once more to Nagato, Yahiko, and Konan, who were now quietly discussing something among themselves. "They have the potential to see the world differently, to break the cycles that have bound us for so long."

Mito followed his gaze, her expression softening. "They seem like remarkable children. You must be very proud."

Garp's grin widened. "Proud doesn't begin to cover it. They've been through so much, and yet they still have hope for a better future. It's youngsters like them that give this old man hope."

The conversation shifted then, moving to lighter topics. Mito and Garp swapped stories about their respective grandchildren, finding common ground in the joys and challenges of raising the next generation.

As the afternoon wore on, Mito rose gracefully. "Thank you for this stimulating conversation, Garp-san. While we may not see eye to eye on everything, I believe we share a common hope for a better future."

Garp stood as well, bowing slightly. "The pleasure was all mine, Mito-sama. It's not often I get to engage in such thought-provoking discussion."

Mito's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Indeed. I hope we can continue this conversation in the future. Perhaps over a game of shogi next time?"

Garp laughed. "I'd be honored, though I warn you - I'm terrible at board games. My grandson Nagato here would give you a much better match."

As they prepared to leave, Mito addressed the children directly. "It was a pleasure meeting you all. Remember, the future is shaped by those who dare to dream of something better. Never lose sight of that dream."

The children bowed respectfully, clearly impressed by the elderly Uzumaki matriarch.

As they walked back through the Senju compound, Tsunade was uncharacteristically quiet, seemingly lost in thought.

Yahiko, unable to contain himself any longer, burst out, "Gramps, that Mito lady was amazing! And those scrolls - I've never seen anything like them!"

Konan nodded in agreement. "The sealing techniques described in those scrolls were incredibly complex. I wonder if they could be adapted to work with my paper techniques..."

Nagato, ever observant, looked up at Garp. "Grandfather, you seemed different when you were talking about peace. Like you were remembering something important."

Garp ruffled Nagato's hair affectionately. "Sharp as ever, my boy. Let's just say I've seen a lot in my time, both good and bad. It's given me a lot to think about."

As they reached the compound gates, Tsunade finally spoke up. "Garp-san, I have to admit, your words have given me much to ponder. The system we've built... perhaps it's time we started questioning whether it truly serves the people we're meant to protect."

Garp placed a gentle hand on Tsunade's shoulder. "Questioning is the first step towards change, Tsunade. And change, while often difficult, is sometimes necessary for growth."

As they made their way back into the bustling streets of Konoha, Garp though about the potential allies he may have just created for his children. The seeds of change had been planted - in Tsunade, and perhaps even in Mito.

The future was far from certain, but for the first time in a long while, Garp felt a glimmer of genuine hope. Not for a perfect, unattainable peace, but for a world where the next generation might have a fighting chance at breaking the cycles of hatred and violence.

As Yahiko's excited chatter about Mito's scrolls filled the air, interspersed with Konan's thoughtful questions and Nagato's quiet observations, Garp allowed himself a small, satisfied smile.

"Alright, you little rascals," he announced, clapping his hands together. "Who's up for some training? Can't let those Konoha kids show you up, now can we?"

The children's enthusiastic responses made Garp's grin even wider.

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