“Elder Setsuna, you must accompany Clan Head Fugaku to tomorrow’s negotiations.
Upon arriving at the venue, demand that Sarutobi Hiruzen have all the clan heads of Konoha present as witnesses.” “What if Sarutobi Hiruzen refuses?” Senya’s eyes burned with conviction as he confidently replied, “To lull us into a false sense of security, he won’t refuse—as long as our stance is firm enough!” Uchiha Setsuna nodded, signaling Senya to continue.
“Once all the clan heads have arrived,” Senya revealed a clean smile, “demand that Shimura Danzo unwrap the bandages covering his right eye and right arm.” Uchiha Setsuna’s heart skipped a heavy beat, his voice suppressing his anger.
“His right eye was replaced with Shisui’s?” Senya stated with absolute certainty, “Yes, his right eye has already been replaced with Big Brother Shisui’s Sharingan!” Shimura Danzo was indeed a ruthless man.
To conceal the Sharingan and Hashirama cells on his body, he had long used bandages to wrap his head and arm, appearing in various occasions in this guise to avoid suspicion.
“Shimura Danzo will never agree to that.” Senya wasn’t surprised.
“Of course he won’t.” As long as Danzo hadn’t lost his mind, he would absolutely never agree to this demand.
His right eye and right arm must remain hidden in the shadows!
In the ninja world, secret techniques and bloodline limits were highly valued.
These were the very foundations upon which ninja clans relied for survival!
Coveting another clan’s secret techniques and bloodlines was tantamount to an open declaration of war, a feud that would only end in death.
Even Shimura Danzo would have no way to justify it.
Because such actions crossed the bottom line of every ninja clan!
“At the meeting, you only need to adamantly insist that he murdered Uchiha Shisui and stole our clan’s Sharingan.
Whether he agrees or not, it will spark suspicion among the other ninja clans.” “This will buy our clan more time to respond.” Once the seeds of doubt were planted, they would take root and sprout.
This was the first failsafe.
If the Uchiha clan were to be immediately exterminated, the other ninja clans would inevitably associate it with many unsavory implications.
Once trust is broken, the village will become impossible to govern.
Between two evils, one must choose the lesser.
As long as Sarutobi Hiruzen hadn’t gone mad, it was highly likely he would temporarily halt any action and instead choose to gather or fabricate evidence of the Uchiha’s crimes.
This was not something that could be accomplished in a day or two.
As a result, the night of the massacre would be delayed.
And Senya’s goal would be achieved.
He wasn’t just delaying this time to grind experience and secretly develop his strength.
Uchiha Setsuna pondered Senya’s words, weighing the pros and cons.
As people aged, the passage of time enriched their life experience far beyond their youth; when faced with choices, they tended to overthink.
Senya rested both hands on the edge of the table and leaned forward slightly.
“Elder Setsuna, our clan has no way out!
Shimura Danzo and Sarutobi Hiruzen are in cahoots.
Offending him won’t make the outcome any worse, but if we don’t, our clan will lose its final opportunity!” Uchiha Setsuna let out a self-deprecating chuckle.
He prided himself on being decisive and ruthless, yet he never expected that when push came to shove, he would need a junior to remind him of that.
“Fine, I will take this gamble with you!” Uchiha Setsuna’s eyes were as sharp as an eagle’s.
“If the situation develops as you predict, I will unconditionally support all your actions from now on!” *Finally!* Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Senya pushed a palm-sized recording device in front of Uchiha Setsuna and spoke in a deep voice, “Please rest assured, Elder.
I would never joke about the clan’s safety or my own life.” “Whether it’s true or not, we will find out tomorrow!” Uchiha Setsuna looked down at the recording device on the table and asked in confusion, “What is this?” “A voice recorder, a device that can capture sound.” Senya demonstrated how to operate it on the spot and said, “Elder Setsuna, please use this to record the conversation at the venue tomorrow.
I have a great use for it.” Uchiha Setsuna tinkered with it himself for a moment before putting the device away.
“Additionally, I need to visit the Military Police Force headquarters tomorrow to review some documents.
I will need authorization.” Uchiha Setsuna had a decisive personality; once he made a decision, he would no longer hesitate.
He said, “I will have Hikura coordinate with you.” Holding back his inner thrill, Senya calmly thanked him, “Thank you for your trust, Elder Setsuna.” Uchiha Setsuna shook his head.
“Everything is for the clan.” Senya stood up, two flames of candlelight reflecting in his burning eyes.
“Everything is for the clan!” The two conversed for a long while.
Uchiha Setsuna was getting on in years, and everything that needed to be said had been said.
Senya didn’t linger any longer and took his leave.
Returning home, he lay on the sofa, silently pondering if there were any loopholes in his earlier responses.
After reviewing and analyzing everything, he confirmed there were no flaws, and his tense heartstrings finally relaxed.
As his mental and physical tension eased, exhaustion washed over him.
He casually washed up, left a Shadow Clone to sleep on the bed, and crawled under the bed himself to fall into a deep slumber.
Early the next morning, Senya crawled out from under the bed, full of energy.
He stared at the pitch-black space beneath the bed, paused for a moment, and then his gaze turned fierce.
“It’s all Sarutobi Hiruzen, Shimura Danzo, and Uchiha Itachi’s fault that I can’t even sleep in peace!” Just so he could sleep comfortably, no matter what, he had to slaughter them all!
He left his Shadow Clone at home to continue grinding his acting and vocal mimicry skills.
These two skills were absolutely crucial and directly tied to his subsequent plans.
After heading out and eating breakfast, Senya set off for the Military Police Force headquarters.
Having only one failsafe wasn’t reliable enough.
Who knew if Sarutobi Hiruzen might suddenly lose his mind?
For the sake of his own life, he needed to add another failsafe.
Uchiha Hikura was already waiting at the agreed-upon location early on.
The one who came was his Shadow Clone; his true body was accompanying Uchiha Setsuna.
To Senya, it didn’t matter whether it was a Shadow Clone or the true body, as long as the job got done.
Ever since the Nine-Tails incident, the Uchiha clan had been forcibly relocated to the outskirts of the village.
Commuting to the Military Police Force headquarters for work every day took up a significant amount of time on the road.
Being isolated from the rest of Konoha’s populace was one of the reasons the Uchiha could be so easily wiped out.
It was hard to say that Sarutobi Hiruzen didn’t have this exact intention in mind when he mandated the Uchiha clan’s relocation back then.
Walking into the Military Police Force headquarters, everyone looked lethargic.
With meetings happening every day recently, the clan’s morale was restless, and no one could calm down enough to serve the villagers.
With Uchiha Hikura leading the way, coupled with the token in his hand, Senya easily entered the archives room.
The filing cabinets inside were stuffed with all sorts of documents.
“Senya-kun, if I may be so bold to ask, what exactly are you trying to investigate here?” Senya smiled.
“I’m looking for someone.
A carpenter.” “A carpenter?” Uchiha Hikura asked in surprise.
“Yes, he is very important.” With an outsider present, Senya didn’t elaborate further.
He turned his head and spoke politely to the archive administrator, “Please help me pull up the registration records for all personnel entering and exiting the village over the past year.”