The setting sun gradually disappeared.
The sky grew dark.
But for the Daimyo of the Land of Fire, even though electric lights had yet to become widespread, the room was still brightly illuminated.
The lamplight flickered.
Under the light…
The smile on the Daimyo’s face became even clearer.
His smile openly displayed his appreciation for Uchiha Makoto.
“The future of the Land of Fire rests on my shoulders!”
“If there is anyone in the Land of Fire who can command the wind and summon the rain, that person is me!”
“Those shinobi clans should obediently shield me from the wind and rain!”
Whether in terms of ideological outlook or personal position, Uchiha Makoto and the Daimyo of the Land of Fire had reached a temporary understanding.
The Daimyo didn’t want the Uchiha and Senju clans to join forces, much less did he want a shinobi village capable of sweeping across the entire shinobi world to appear.
And Uchiha Makoto didn’t want that either right now…
If his big brother didn’t die, how would he ever have a chance to rise to prominence?
“Your Highness, do you really believe that the Senju and Uchiha clans can make peace, to the point of ultimately abandoning their thousand-year feud?”
“Our clan leader, Lord Madara, has lost several younger brothers to the Senju clan.
Lord Izuna in particular was killed by Senju Tobirama, the younger brother of Senju Hashirama.”
Uchiha Makoto continued guiding the Daimyo with his words.
“Achieving something like that…
must be difficult…” the Daimyo said, shaking his head.
When it came to the mess between the Senju and Uchiha clans, the Daimyo knew it all too well.
Who could have imagined…
That overnight, the Senju and Uchiha clans would actually shake hands and make peace, simply deciding to stop fighting!
Didn’t the two clans want to avenge their fallen clansmen?
Especially the Senju clan leader, Senju Hashirama…
He had been willing to use his own life to gain Uchiha Madara’s trust, even stabbing himself with a kunai.
Putting the issue of whether a kunai could actually hurt him aside…
The Daimyo of the Land of Fire genuinely suspected Senju Hashirama’s motives.
Could someone really be this foolish and naive?
There probably weren’t many people like that in the entire shinobi world.
Either Senju Hashirama was an idiot…
Or he was a deep-minded, shameless schemer who was extremely ruthless toward others and especially ruthless toward himself.
But as the leader of one of the shinobi world’s top Bloodline Clans, could he really be an idiot?
Obviously not!
Senju Hashirama…
He was simply too terrifying.
The Daimyo shook his head as his imagination ran wild.
The Senju Hashirama Threat Theory had unknowingly sent the Daimyo into a state of paranoid overinterpretation.
“During the days when Duke Zhou feared rumors, and before Wang Mang’s rebellion was revealed, who could have imagined…”
In this treacherous shinobi world, who could have imagined that a genuinely kind man would emerge—someone who possessed absolute power while simultaneously exercising strict restraint over himself?
Without a doubt…
Senju Hashirama was a good person!
As the clan leader, all Senju Hashirama needed to do was be strong enough to fight…
As for everything else, his external brain, Senju Tobirama, would naturally take care of it.
But Uchiha Makoto couldn’t let such a good man off the hook right now…
Good people could only be the ones with guns pointed at them in the vast majority of circumstances!
Nobility becomes the epitaph of the noble, while baseness becomes the passport of the base.
Uchiha Makoto felt that he was being just a tiny bit despicable…
But if anyone was to blame…
He could only blame that inherently evil Senju Tobirama.
The man simply loved racial discrimination!
Now!
He had to strike while the iron was hot and keep poisoning the Daimyo’s mind!
…….
Listening to Uchiha Makoto’s words…
The Daimyo’s expression darkened slightly, and his reply carried an obvious implication.
“The Senju clan leader must have some grand ambition.”
“Your Highness is wise!”
Uchiha Makoto immediately seized the opening and did everything he could to expand his gains.
The more cautious the Daimyo became toward Senju Hashirama now, the greater Uchiha Makoto’s future gains would be!
Keep going!
Keep going!!!
“Then, Your Highness, why do you think Senju Hashirama went to such great lengths…
even risking his own life and giving up the opportunity to kill Lord Madara, all to gain Lord Madara’s trust…
What exactly is his objective?”
The Daimyo stroked his chin and thought for a moment.
Naturally, he couldn’t directly say what was in his heart…
“Senju Hashirama, damn it, he’s planning a rebellion!”
What if…
Senju Hashirama really did want to rebel?
When America threatens you with weapons of mass destruction, you’d better make sure they actually have them.
The same principle applied here.
So the Daimyo said in a serious tone, “To make the Senju and Uchiha clans reconcile?”
“To make people believe that the Senju and Uchiha clans can reconcile!”
Uchiha Makoto corrected the Daimyo’s mistake.
“To make the Uchiha clan believe?”
“Not the Uchiha clan.
To make Uchiha Madara believe!”
“The Uchiha clan knows that it’s impossible!”
The Daimyo’s eyes widened involuntarily, and he looked at Uchiha Makoto with even greater admiration.
This young Uchiha had such a sharp eye despite his age.
In fact, even though this was only the first day the Daimyo had met Uchiha Makoto, and he hadn’t even figured out Uchiha Makoto’s preferences yet, he already felt an urge to marry his daughter to him.
His daughter…
For a Daimyo, the most important thing was to make use of her value in a political marriage and win people’s loyalty.
Uchiha Makoto…
So what if he was a shinobi?
It wasn’t unusual for nobles to arrange marriages with shinobi clans in order to coordinate their interests and form a community of shared benefits.
You have me in you, and I have you in me…
If the Daimyo’s faction and the shinobi could establish such a relationship, the Daimyo of the Land of Fire felt that he could sleep peacefully from then on.
Even if something happened in the future…
He could simply change identities and relaunch under a new shell.
Besides…
Uchiha Makoto was an Uchiha, a member of one of the shinobi world’s top Bloodline Clans.
And he had three tomoe in his eyes at that!
Even if Uchiha Makoto were to fool around with his wife and somehow get her pregnant, giving him an impressively green hat…
The Daimyo might even be magnanimous enough to pretend he hadn’t noticed.
He would even raise the child properly.
After all, there was nothing shameful about taking over such a situation!
Who knew how many nobles in this shinobi world wished they could take over such an arrangement?
The problem was that they couldn’t even find a way in!
Because Bloodline Clans never gave people such opportunities.
The importance Bloodline Clans placed on their inherited kekkei genkai was unimaginable.
Some Bloodline Clans had even taken it to an unhealthy extreme…
Yes, that’s right.
The Hyuga clan in particular!
Even when they entered into political marriages with nobles, if the child born from such a marriage displayed a kekkei genkai, the Bloodline Clan would immediately take the child back to the clan.
Even the Daimyo couldn’t violate such a rule.
The more the Daimyo of the Land of Fire looked at Uchiha Makoto, the more pleasing he found him.
But Uchiha Makoto couldn’t read minds, so he had no idea what was going through the Daimyo’s head.
All he wanted right now was money from the Daimyo!
….
“Unfortunately, the Uchiha clansmen believe in Lord Madara.”
“One day, the Uchiha clan will walk toward destruction because of the Senju…”
Uchiha Makoto sighed.
He had to establish his image properly!
Everything he did in the future wasn’t for himself!
Everything was for the Uchiha clan!