The meeting could no longer continue after this point.
Without waiting for Hiruzen Sarutobi to gather his thoughts or offer sophistry, Osamu turned and left the Hokage’s office without looking back, leaving the three behind to exchange bewildered glances.
Where had the Senju Clan gone?
After digging through Danzo’s memories, Osamu had deduced a rough answer: over the decades of Hiruzen Sarutobi’s rule, the Senju Clan had been wiped out almost entirely.
Their shinobi were dispatched on the most dangerous missions, while their civilians suffered fatal “accidents” in daily life—leaving them severely crippled and retired, or missing without a trace.
As for those who had vanished without a trace…
Feeling the marvelous vitality of Hashirama’s cells in his right arm, Osamu felt a chill run through his entire body.
Orochimaru’s research on Hashirama’s cells had never ceased, whether before or after his defection.
Danzo Shimura had secretly provided him with immense financial backing.
But where did the test subjects used to verify whether the survival rate of Hashirama’s cells was linked to blood relation come from?
Hiruzen Sarutobi had deliberately orchestrated all of this—could Danzo Shimura, Homura Mitokado, and Koharu Utatane truly have known nothing about it?
Those were the kin of their master—a master who had sacrificed his life to cover their retreat.
Osamu trembled, barely able to suppress a surge of nausea.
Interrogating Hiruzen Sarutobi just now had been alerting the enemy, but after receiving the entirety of Danzo’s memories, he had nearly been driven mad by the despicability and hypocrisy of those few elders.
Hiruzen Sarutobi could not be allowed to remain Hokage.
Osamu returned to Root at top speed.
Only after stepping into the familiar, shadow-drenched base did his body relax.
Slumping onto the floor in exhaustion, he looked at his two personal guards, who had suddenly appeared and rushed forward in concern to support him.
Osamu closed his eyes and hardened his resolve.
“Torune, confirm Tsunade’s current location for me.” “Once you locate her, do not make any contact or attempt to communicate.
Just report her exact position.” Now that his mind was made up, he had to act immediately.
Nearly ten thousand lives were at stake.
He could not, absolutely could not, be weak right now.
Torune Aburame bowed and departed on his orders.
Osamu closed his tired eyes, ignoring Yamanaka Fu’s worried inquiries, and sank back into thought to map out his next move.
Time was running out.
The Uchiha Clan had endured for this long for two reasons: first, many clansmen still clung to a desire for closeness with Konoha Village; second, on the surface, the Uchiha Clan lacked an overwhelming, top-tier force capable of holding down the fort.
Yes—on the surface.
No matter how famous Shisui Uchiha was, he was still publicly known as having only a Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
Yet Osamu knew that the current head of the Uchiha Clan, Fugaku Uchiha, had deliberately hidden his own Mangekyo Sharingan because he disagreed with the elders’ push for a coup.
And before long, Shisui Uchiha would also awaken his Mangekyo Sharingan.
The Uchiha Clan had been suppressed for too long.
They desperately needed a fuse to trigger an explosion—one that would either destroy Konoha or destroy themselves.
Not to mention Obito Uchiha, lurking in the shadows.
The greed of Hiruzen Sarutobi and his council could no longer be contained.
They had already devoured the wealth left behind by the Senju Clan, and now they were eager to lay their hands on the Uchiha Clan.
In such a dire situation, even if he found Tsunade and had this descendant of the Senju—who still held the title of Princess of the Land of Fire—step forward, could she really keep those three old fools in check?
Who…
who could truly…
Feeling Hashirama’s cells in his right arm stirring again due to his volatile emotional flux, a thought suddenly flashed through Osamu’s mind.
Inviting this person out…
No, this person was practically an idiot when it came to political maneuvers, but his combat strength was second to none.
If Osamu failed to persuade him when the time came, neither Konoha nor the Uchiha might survive.
In that case, he would have to summon this person’s insurance policy along with him.
However, if he summoned two Senju seniors in succession…
the Uchiha Clan…
A cold sweat soaked Osamu’s back.
He called up his system panel and instructed the system to open his current physical stats.
[Health Points: 413] Seeing this number, Osamu breathed a long sigh of relief.
It was enough.
The previous 5,000 Momo Points had been converted into Health Points at a ratio of 1:10.
Though he had expended some over the days spent teaching Gaara, it was still enough for him to use the item provided by the system orb.
[One’s Own Life Reincarnation (System Custom-Made Ultra-Perfect Pro MAX Supreme Deluxe Edition Designed Just for You)] [Consumes 100 Health Points to resurrect a specified deceased individual.]