Chapter: 36 Attack of Uchiha Tajima

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"Wow, what a beautiful view."

At the future site of the Hokage Rock, three young men were envisioning the future.

"It's decided," Senju Hashirama, full of excitement, spread his arms wide open.

"I'm going to build a village here."

"A place free of discrimination, where children won't have to fight on the battlefield, and all clans can live in harmony."

Beside him, Uchiha Madara also felt a surge of emotions, looking forward to that same future.

"What about you, Kyosuke? Would you like to help us?"

Both of them turned to the new addition to their group.

"Me?"

Kyosuke walked to the edge of the cliff, his gaze seeming to reflect the future image of the Hidden Leaf Village.

The Hokage building, Ichiraku Ramen, the food streets, the ninja academy...

His complex expression left the two beside him completely puzzled.

"I'm also looking forward to the village's construction."

"Hahaha, great!"

Hashirama was overjoyed to the extreme. For so many years, he had been unable to share his dream with anyone.

Not even his closest brother could understand his ideas.

As expected, people can truly understand each other, even the Senju and Uchiha.

"Madara, Kyosuke, I'm truly very…"

"Wait a minute," Kyosuke interrupted, cutting off Hashirama, whose expression was slightly twisted with excitement.

Speaking calmly, Kyosuke said, "Don't get too happy just yet. To the entire ninja world, we are insignificant."

"Yes, I understand. In the future, we will…"

"You're too naïve, Hashirama."

Once again, Kyosuke mercilessly cut him off. He turned his head, his gaze sharp.

"People's thoughts change with time, and you and I are no exception."

"When you truly understand the cruelty of war and the helplessness between people, you might not retain today's feelings."

Stopping the young man who was about to argue, his tone became somewhat heavy.

"Think carefully before speaking, or you'll only make me look down on your dreams."

Hearing this, Hashirama took a deep breath, his eyes firm as he said, "I will overcome the pain and keep moving toward my dream."

Looking at that seemingly genuine face, Kyosuke wanted to ask: What if I personally killed Tobirama? What would you do?

However, before he could speak, Madara quietly stopped him.

After some thought, Kyosuke decided not to press further.

Perhaps, just now, he had recalled the tragic future awaiting the Uchiha.

The great founders of the Hidden Leaf Village, one of the most powerful clans of the Warring States era, ultimately reduced to being suppressed by smaller clans like the Sarutobi and Shimura families.

Looking at it now, it was nothing short of a comic joke.

"No one can predict what the future holds," Kyosuke said with deep meaning.

No matter how things unfolded, the three of them at least exchanged their thoughts today.

After bidding farewell, with Hashirama leaving full of excitement, Madara suddenly asked, "Kyosuke, why are you here?"

Kyosuke shook his head with a wry smile and, instead of answering directly, mumbled something incomprehensible.

"I've noticed that whenever it involves Hashirama, you become very irrational."

"That's impossible! He's just an ordinary friend, don't overthink it."

Madara immediately launched into a series of denials.

"Be careful."

Unwilling to elaborate further, Kyosuke left him with only a warning: "If I can sense your movements, do you really think no one in the clan knows what you're up to?"

"If you keep hanging around him, you're bound to lose the clan's blessing."

"Yes, I understand—wait, what do you mean 'hanging around him'!?" Madara glared at him angrily.

In response, Kyosuke disappeared in a flash, far out of reach.

When it came to speed, even the best dancers couldn't match him.

With his companion's warning in mind, Madara refrained from meeting with Hashirama over the next few days.

Unfortunately, secrets can never be hidden for long.

One night, Uchiha Tajima cornered his son at home.

"Madara, who have you been meeting with recently?"

Tajima's tone was grim, his expression extremely angry.

At first, Madara prepared to casually make up a lie to get by.

But for some reason, he decided to probe his father's thoughts a little.

Three minutes later, Madara paid for his foolishness.

"The Uchiha making peace with the Senju and building a harmonious home together?!"

The clan leader stared at his son as though he were an idiot.

"You've been influenced by the enemy." Tajima's tone was filled with disappointment, almost as if scolding an imbecile.

"I can't believe you'd be so naïve. Have you told anyone else about this nonsense?"

"…Kyosuke knows too."

"Idiot!"

The clan leader nearly collapsed from rage.

"Who is Uchiha Kyosuke? He's your greatest rival for the future! You've handed him the perfect leverage to use against you."

Hearing this, Madara also started to lose his patience.

His father's constant talk of threats and conspiracies had long worn thin.

"I'm telling you, Kyosuke isn't the kind of person you think he is."

"Madara, I never imagined you'd be this naïve." Tajima, ever the stubborn and self-centered man, refused to listen to his son's reasoning.

For someone like him, the concept of mutual understanding simply didn't exist.

Snap!

With a casual snap of his fingers, over ten shadowy figures appeared in an instant. These were the family's elite secret ninjas, specially trained to handle matters the clan leader couldn't directly intervene in.

Their purpose was simple: to deal with problems—or people—that needed removing.

"Uchiha Kyosuke is guilty of treason. Take him down tonight. If he resists, execute him on the spot."

Tajima's cold gaze fell on his son. "What do you think of this arrangement?"

Madara clenched his fists. He knew his father was likely bluffing.

But he didn't dare gamble—losing this bet would mean losing everything.

"What do you want?"

Madara finally gave in, feeling utterly exhausted.

If persuading his father was this hard, convincing the clan would be impossible.

Kyosuke was right. To make everyone abandon their hatred would require extreme and oppressive measures.

Hoping for universal understanding? That was nothing more than a child's foolish dream.

Seeing his son concede, the clan leader waved his hand, and the secret ninjas vanished without a trace.

"Do you know who the person you met by the river is?"

Before Madara could answer, Tajima revealed the truth.

"His name is Senju Hashirama. Oh, you probably already know that. But do you know who his father is?"

"He's the son of Senju Butsuma."

Senju Butsuma—the current head of the Senju clan and one of the strongest figures of the Warring States era.

One of Madara's brothers had died at Butsuma's hands.

The hatred between the two clans ran deep, with both sides wishing death upon the other.

"Hashirama is…"

Madara's eyes widened slightly, unable to believe that his companion was the heir of the Senju clan.

Could this be destiny?

"Now you understand."

Tajima patted his son on the shoulder, his tone softening slightly.

"There's still time to turn things around, as long as you…"

[Chapter End's]

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