“Third Hokage, I hope you can keep your promise,” Uchiha Setsuna said pointedly.
Fugaku looked troubled.
“Elder Setsuna, since Lord Hokage has said so in front of everyone, he certainly won’t go back on his word.
Please, say no more.” Senya’s mouth twitched slightly.
‘Uchiha Fugaku is truly a miracle cure for low blood pressure!’ Livid, Uchiha Setsuna mercilessly scolded him in a low voice, “You’re the one who should shut up, you embarrassing disgrace!” “Sorry for the trouble, Clan Heads.” After scolding Fugaku, Uchiha Setsuna felt a bit better and pleasantly bid farewell to the other clan leaders.
The other clan heads politely saw them off.
Now that the news of Shimura Danzo plotting to steal the Uchiha clan’s Kekkei Genkai had been exposed—and looking at the situation, it was highly likely to be true—they also wanted to see how the Third Hokage would handle it.
Senya kept a low profile, blending into the crowd and returning with the main group.
Under the unspoken mutual understanding of both sides, a storm that could have turned Konoha upside down temporarily subsided.
Sarutobi Hiruzen watched the departing Uchiha, his thoughts dark and deep.
‘The Uchiha clan is becoming increasingly restless.
Today they dared to incite the entire clan to threaten the village.
I can’t even imagine what they might try to do in the future!
‘There are far too few ninjas like Shisui and Itachi who have truly grasped the Will of Fire.
I really shouldn’t have harbored unrealistic expectations for them!’ What exactly did the Uchiha want to do?
Senya simply wanted to lead the Uchiha to grind the Konoha higher-ups into dust!
Upon returning to the clan compound, Senya noticed a very interesting situation.
Most people were satisfied with today’s ‘visit’ to Sarutobi Hiruzen, and their morale was soaring.
For how many years had it been?
The clan had always swallowed their anger in the face of Konoha’s suppression, but today they had finally held their heads high!
As one of the leading figures, Senya gained the approval of many.
Only a small fraction of people were deeply worried.
They worried whether they would be punished by the Third Hokage for their insubordination today, and whether the clan would face retaliation later.
Regardless of what that fraction thought, Senya’s tense heartstrings relaxed slightly as he looked at the beaming faces around him.
He didn’t know exactly what the future held, but he would keep moving forward.
Uchiha Setsuna offered a few words of encouragement to everyone before dismissing them to their homes.
Uchiha Fugaku tried to speak with Uchiha Setsuna again, but ended up receiving another harsh scolding and left dejectedly with his wife and child.
“Senya, the place you live in is quite remote.
If you don’t mind, you should stay at my place for the time being.” Senya’s family circumstances were ordinary, and his house was located on the outskirts of the clan compound.
Once Konoha decided to make a move, those peripheral areas would be the first battlegrounds to bear the brunt of the attack!
Even if Uchiha Setsuna hadn’t brought it up, he would have needed to find a new place to stay.
Moving into Uchiha Setsuna’s residence would cause his safety level to skyrocket.
The crisis had not yet been resolved; one could never be too careful.
Besides, he wasn’t afraid of anyone noticing anything unusual when he routinely grinded his experience points.
There were no flashy golden special effects when he grinded experience, and even when he leveled up, only he knew about it.
In the eyes of outsiders, he would at most be seen as someone obsessed with training.
Senya thanked him, “Thank you for your concern, Elder Setsuna.
I was just thinking about temporarily changing my residence.” Uchiha Setsuna reached up and stroked his neat goatee, smiling.
“As long as you don’t find this old man too nagging.” “You are a pillar of the clan.
I couldn’t admire you more.” “Flatterer,” Uchiha Setsuna scolded with a smile, though the wrinkles on his face softened considerably.
Senya helplessly spread his hands.
“I just like telling the truth.” These words made Uchiha Setsuna beam with joy.
“If there’s anything you need to grab from home, go do it now.
If you need this old bag of bones to help, just say the word!” Uchiha Setsuna said amiably, dropping his authoritative airs as an elder.
“I just have a few clothes to pack.
You should go home and rest first, Elder.” Senya returned home and dispelled his shadow clones.
These two shadow clones had been grinding at home all morning, contributing a batch of experience points to Acting and Voice Mimicry respectively.
Acting LV2: 31/1000 Voice Mimicry LV2: 29/1000 “To complete the upcoming plan, LV2 isn’t quite enough.” “Within a week, I have to go all out and grind them both to LV3!” Senya naturally spent his precious time on these two ‘useless’ skills because they could play a much more crucial role.
He packed a few changes of clothes and kept the training notes Shisui had left him close at hand.
Before walking out the door, he looked back at his dump of a home and turned away without a shred of nostalgia.
At Uchiha Setsuna’s house.
After having lunch with the sexagenarian, Senya put down his bowl and chopsticks, picked up a napkin to wipe the grease from his mouth, and spoke seriously.
“Elder Setsuna, do you know how to enter and exit Konoha without alerting the Sensor Division?” Uchiha Setsuna stroked his beard and asked in return, “You want to leave?” Senya nodded.
He stood up and used the Transformation Jutsu to turn into Sarutobi Hiruzen.
Coughing twice, he spoke in a seasoned, authoritative tone, “I am preparing to pay a visit to the Daimyo.” His voice and demeanor were about thirty percent similar.
Uchiha Setsuna’s pupils shrank, and he asked with a trembling voice, “Are you planning to disguise yourself as Sarutobi Hiruzen to assassinate Lord Daimyo?!” How could that be possible!
He hadn’t lived long enough to want to die yet.
The Fire Daimyo was closely protected by the Twelve Guardian Ninja, every single one of them at the level of an elite Jonin.
Assassinate him head-on?
Senya dispelled the Transformation Jutsu and explained, “I plan to record a video of Sarutobi Hiruzen plotting a rebellion and send it to the Daimyo.” Uchiha Setsuna couldn’t wrap his head around it for a moment.
He understood every single word individually, but strung together, they left him utterly confused.
What did he mean by Sarutobi Hiruzen plotting a rebellion?
He himself was the Hokage of Konoha.
If anyone was going to rebel, it would be someone rebelling against him.
This was a limitation in mindset.
Just like in ancient feudal societies, unless the commoners truly couldn’t survive anymore, no one would ever think of rebelling.
In times of peace and prosperity, who in their right mind would want to rebel?
Senya spoke unhurriedly.
“Elder Setsuna, Sarutobi Hiruzen and Shimura Danzo are colluding together, secretly cultivating loyal death squads with the intent to rebel, assassinate the Daimyo, and crown themselves kings!
“Our Uchiha clan accidentally discovered their horrifying conspiracy and risked extermination to deliver this intelligence to the Daimyo.
“Unexpectedly, a traitor emerged within the clan and leaked the news.
Now, Sarutobi Hiruzen and Shimura Danzo are preparing to wipe out our clan before making their move against the Daimyo.” “Elder Setsuna, what do you think of this script?” Hearing this, Uchiha Setsuna trembled all over.
He never expected things could be done this way!
This was simply…
brilliant!
But when it came to actually executing it, he couldn’t help but feel a bit hesitant.
That was deceiving the Daimyo.
If it was discovered to be a fake, the consequences would be far too severe.
He abruptly stood up and paced back and forth in the room, unable to make up his mind.
Senya’s expression remained calm as he spoke chillingly, “Elder Setsuna, since we have decided to overthrow Sarutobi Hiruzen’s tyranny, we must be more ruthless!
More cunning!
More treacherous than them!” “The horn of war has already sounded!
We have no way back!”