In truth, Madara Uchiha already believed what Hirofumi had told him.
He simply couldn’t bring himself to accept it yet.
The Uchiha Clan had betrayed him, yes.
But they were still the Uchiha.
His family, once upon a time.
A clan of incomparable glory during the Warring States Period.
And they had just been wiped out like that?
Just gone like that?!
The thought left Madara Uchiha’s heart in an incredibly tangled state.
“Brat. This old man knows you have knowledge of many things. So — exactly how did the Uchiha Clan come to be destroyed? What happened during that time? Who made the move!”
On those last words, the chakra within Madara Uchiha’s body surged with crushing oppression.
Even as a mere wisp of a chakra clone, Hirofumi could feel it inside the Summoning Space, wave after wave of terrifying pressure rolling off the man.
He watched Madara Uchiha sitting there and simply settled himself down on the ground as well.
“Well, this story — it’s like a child without a mother. It’s a very long tale, you see, because the child has no mother…”
“Then make it short!”
“It all starts from the Warring States Period…”
Madara Uchiha went completely still.
The Warring States Period?!
His own era?!
The Uchiha Clan had been at the absolute height of their power during that time.
How could their destruction possibly have anything to do with it?!
Hirofumi’s voice rolled on.
“So, during the Warring States Period, two incredibly powerful ninja appeared. One was named Hashirama Senju. The other was named Madara Uchiha…”
The further Madara Uchiha listened, the stranger his expression became.
Surely this little brat wasn’t about to sit here and recount the entire story of the warring era and the founding of the Hidden Leaf Village to him.
“Brat! This old man is asking you why the Uchiha Clan was wiped out, and by whom! What in the world are you bringing up the Warring States Period for?! This old man lived through the Warring States Period, do you honestly think there is a single thing about it this old man doesn’t already know?!”
“See… there you go again, getting impatient…”
“AAAARGH! Brat! This old man’s patience has limits! Keep dragging this out and don’t even think about this old man teaching you anything ever again!”
“Alright, alright. Long story short, after Tobirama Senju became the Second Hokage, there was a sustained campaign to suppress the Uchiha Clan!”
“This old man already knows that! That wicked Tobirama Senju! Every word out of that mouth was about the evil Uchiha! In this old man’s view, that bastard Tobirama Senju was the most sinister creature in this entire world!”
“Right.
And the current Third Hokage of the Hidden Leaf Village happens to be a former student of Tobirama Senju’s.
Danzo Shimura, who you saw today, is also a student of Tobirama Senju’s.
After those two came to power, they inherited Tobirama Senju’s outstanding ideology.
Which was that all Uchiha were evil.
That all Uchiha were a destabilizing force.
So, with the Third Hokage’s silent approval and Danzo Shimura’s planning, the Uchiha Clan massacre was set in motion.
The Uchiha were slaughtered to the last, leaving only Sasuke Uchiha as the sole surviving seedling inside the Hidden Leaf Village.
As for what happened after that, you can probably guess.
The eyeballs of every dead Uchiha were dug out, and that scheming old snake Danzo Shimura had a whole arm’s worth of Three-Tomoe Sharingan transplanted onto himself!”
Madara Uchiha’s expression turned deeply dark.
“Brat. So the ones who set all of this in motion were Hiruzen Sarutobi and Danzo Shimura?!”
“That’s right!”
“Then who was the one who actually struck?! Don’t tell me the entire Hidden Leaf Village launched the massacre against the Uchiha Clan?! The Uchiha’s strength was no small thing, I simply don’t believe that just those two alone could have wiped out the entire clan!”
“Actually, you’ve guessed wrong. Not a single other person in the Hidden Leaf Village laid a hand on them. Not even Hiruzen Sarutobi and Danzo Shimura themselves.”
“Then who struck?!”
“Itachi Uchiha.”
“What?! Itachi Uchiha?! The Uchiha who survived outside the Hidden Leaf Village, the one you mentioned before?! But Itachi Uchiha is an Uchiha. Why would Itachi turn on their own clan?!”
Madara Uchiha was momentarily overwhelmed with agitation.
It was simply beyond imagining.
The one who had destroyed the Uchiha Clan was an Uchiha.
Honestly, this was harder to believe than Hashirama Senju suddenly growing a brain.
“Just now I only agreed to tell you what was going on with the eyeballs on Danzo Shimura’s arm. I never agreed to tell you anything else, extra information comes at a separate price!”
“Brat! What more do you want?!”
“Pay up!”
“So what exactly do you want?!”
“Act on my behalf once!”
“Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”
Hearing that, Hirofumi felt a pang of disappointment.
He’d known all along that one piece of information wouldn’t be nearly enough to get Madara Uchiha to act for him.
A shame.
Madara Uchiha hadn’t budged.
“Well, forget it then. I’ve already told you everything anyway. Starting today, you’d better teach me properly! I trust that the great Madara Uchiha would never go back on his word. After all, I do stand a chance of summoning Hashirama Senju down the line, and you wouldn’t want Hashirama Senju to find out that Madara Uchiha is someone who breaks promises, would you?! Hehehehehehehehehehe…”
“Hmph! Insufferable brat, who do you take this old man for?! Since this old man already gave his word, this old man will absolutely instruct you properly! But be warned… this old man’s methods are very harsh. I hope you can hold up!”
“As long as you keep your word. Alright, I’m almost home — we’ll talk later!”
Inside the Summoning Space, Hirofumi’s figure vanished without a trace.
Madara Uchiha sat alone in the silence, expression unreadable.
The fall of the Uchiha Clan had still dealt a tremendous blow.
Traitors or not, they had once been his family.
After a long while, Madara Uchiha stopped dwelling on it.
“Hmph! Insufferable brat! You want this old man to teach you properly, do you?! Heh… oh, this old man will teach you properly, all right! That peculiar binding contract means this old man can’t lay a hand on you directly, but during training… this old man can put you through absolute hell, can’t I?! Hehehehehehehehehehe…”
The strange laugh slipped out, and Madara Uchiha hastily clapped a hand over his own mouth.
“Damn it! This wretched laugh, it’s simply too bizarre. How on earth did this old man catch it from that insufferable little brat?! Though… it does feel rather satisfying when it comes out… Hehehehehehehehehehe…”
➤ Next: Madara Uchiha Builds a House
Chapter 14 – Madara Uchiha Builds a House
“Father! Mother! I’m home!”
“Hirofumi, you’re back!”
A middle-aged woman in casual house clothes hurried out.
This was Hirofumi Ito’s mother in this life.
Hanako Ito.
Hanako Ito had once been a civilian ninja with no family name.
When young, Hanako had met Aoyama Ito during a mission, and the two eventually got together.
Since Hanako was a civilian with no surname, the Ito Clan name was taken on.
“Mother, what smells so good — what did you make today?!”
“Your favorite! Guobaorou and four-happiness meatballs!”
Because Hirofumi had transmigrated into this body from birth, he had introduced quite a few strange and curious things from his previous life over the years.
Food being one of them.
There was really nothing to be done about it.
The Naruto world was honestly lacking in cuisine — ramen and grilled meat were already considered top-tier dishes.
Beyond small novelties, he had also considered bringing some of his previous life’s technology into this world.
But he had ultimately been helpless about it, because he simply had no talent for invention or creation.
On top of that, the Naruto world’s technology tree had been developed in completely the wrong direction.
The theoretical knowledge he had picked up in his previous life was entirely useless here.
A few years back he had tried tinkering around with it for a while, then eventually gave up.
He truly did not have Orochimaru’s gift for becoming a great inventor.
Hanako Ito had no idea what had happened to Hirofumi at school today.
Neither Aoyama Ito nor Taiga Ito had said anything about it, after all, what good would it do even if Hanako knew?
It would only add to the worry.
Since Hirofumi had already come home safely, the two of them simply let it go.
After dinner, Hirofumi returned to his room.
Today’s system binding had caught him completely off guard, and it had also shifted his plans for the future ever so slightly.
Originally, his plan had been simple: train as hard as he could, reach whatever level of strength he could manage.
After all, if you transmigrate once, you can’t very well skip out on experiencing the wonders of Chakra, right?
As for becoming a savior?
He wasn’t the main character.
He knew exactly what he was worth.
When the time came, he would cling tightly to Naruto and the others, find a beautiful wife to spend his days with, and whenever he had nothing better to do, visit some famous hot springs and soak up the warmth of this world.
Or maybe the older sisters at the izakaya would be nice too.
After all, this world did offer those kinds of special services, didn’t Jiraiya always go?!
He had spent his last life working himself to the bone.
Couldn’t he enjoy himself this time around?!
His plan for the rest of his life had simply been: keep the music playing, keep dancing.
But now everything was different.
The arrival of the system had made his future hazy and uncertain.
And most importantly, he had acquired madara uchiha as a…
summoned beast!
And his future would only bring him more and more support.
He had already obtained Indra’s Chakra, which meant he genuinely had the possibility of one day reaching a level on par with madara uchiha.
If that was the case, there was no reason to just lie flat and do nothing.
The passion, the friendships, the bonds of the Naruto world, who wouldn’t want to experience all of that?!
And deep in Hirofumi Ito’s heart burned the same ambition shared by every person of Chinese descent.
Bring glory to one’s ancestors.
Conquer the lands to the farthest reaches.
Water one’s horses at the sea beyond the horizon.
Literally watering horses beyond the horizon might not be on the table in this world, but being chosen by heaven to reign and prosper forever?
That was absolutely achievable.
After all, this world had countries.
Just thinking about it made his heart surge.
Who didn’t harbor dreams of being the First Emperor?!
He also had a concrete plan for the system’s capabilities.
Summons came in five tiers: white, green, blue, purple, and gold, corresponding to genin, chunin, jonin, elite jonin, and kage-level respectively.
He had no interest in white-tier or green-tier weaklings.
In this world, quantity alone almost never translated into quality.
Never mind a hundred thousand genin, even a million genin-level ninja probably wouldn’t be enough to keep up with a single powerhouse like madara uchiha!
So his targets would focus entirely on high-end combat power.
He wasn’t asking for all of them to be Hokage-level, but at minimum they needed to be jonin, right?
As for chunin and genin, low combat strength aside, whatever he could extract from them probably wouldn’t amount to much either.
Those low-tier jutsu held no appeal for him right now.
He could learn directly from madara uchiha.
He trusted what madara uchiha had told him.
The guy was a total tsundere, sure, but he always followed through on what he promised.
With that settled in his mind, Hirofumi closed his eyes, gathered his Chakra, and slipped into the Summoning Space.
And the moment he arrived, he was immediately dumbstruck.
The great madara uchiha.
The demon of the Shinobi World.
What on earth was he doing right now?
Building a house?!
That’s right.
madara uchiha was genuinely, seriously building a house.
The Summoning Space was lush with greenery, filled with birdsong and the scent of flowers, a complete little world unto itself.
There were even wild animals wandering around inside.
Hirofumi couldn’t quite wrap his head around what the Summoning Space actually was, and could only marvel at how incredible the system was.
madara uchiha had already gathered a considerable amount of timber and was currently using Fire Release jutsu to char and carbonize the wood.
Beside the timber sat a foundation already laid down with Earth Release jutsu.
“Madara… busy, are we?!”
“Hmph! You infuriating little brat!”
madara uchiha was clearly not cut out for construction work.
Killing people could be handled with ease, but building a house was genuinely a difficult spot to be in.
Back when going out with hashirama senju, it had always been hashirama senju who handled the housing situation.
After all, with hashirama senju’s abilities, a clap of both hands could produce any structure imaginable.
And after madara uchiha left the Hidden Leaf Village, the solution had simply been to find a cave in the ground and make do.
The environment inside the Summoning Space was genuinely not bad.
The one problem was that there was nowhere to live, sky for a blanket, earth for a bed.
madara uchiha had also grown bored, so on a whim decided to try building a house.
What had not been anticipated was that this infuriating little brat would walk in and catch the whole thing.
And with that look on his face, no less.
Was he mocking this old man?!
Despicable.
That ridiculous smile was mocking him, wasn’t it?!
This old man is the great demon of the Shinobi World, is there something strange about building a house?!
“Well… Madara, if there’s anything you need, you can just tell me. This world belongs to me, so adjusting the environment is easy.”
Hirofumi Ito snapped his fingers.
A three-story villa materialized in front of madara uchiha.
➤ Next: The Tsundere Madara Uchiha
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