“What a pathetic Senju Tobirama!
You think I can’t see right through you?”
“You’re jumping through hoops over nothing more than the title of village leader?”
“Hashirama and I are different from you…”
Without a doubt!
Uchiha Madara was still an idealist.
He had infinite hopes for the future of the village.
After all, this was a village that he and Hashirama had built with their own hands!
In his eyes…
It made no difference whether Senju Hashirama became the person in charge of the village or he himself took that position.
The most important thing was to carry out their shinobi ideals, ensure that children would no longer have to go to the battlefield, and ultimately achieve peace in the shinobi world!
The title of village leader was completely insignificant…
Could Hashirama really be shackled by worldly fame and fortune?
The great aspirations Hashirama and I share are something that a pathetic Senju Tobirama could never understand!
“Hmph…
Hashirama, your good little brother Senju Tobirama has already prepared everything for you.”
“In that case…
I have no objections.”
“Let’s do it that way!”
Uchiha Madara’s voice was as cold and impersonal as ever.
Hashirama…
I don’t mind you becoming the person in charge of the village.
But your little brother Senju Tobirama is pulling tricks right under my nose.
I’m unhappy about it…
So you have to make it up to me!
(I heard you’re supposed to spend tonight with that woman, Uzumaki Mito.
I hope you’ll know what to do!)
“Madara…
that’s not what Tobirama meant!”
“I’ve always thought you’d be more suitable to become the person in charge of the village.”
Senju Hashirama became anxious.
He could hear the hidden meaning behind Uchiha Madara’s words.
Madara…
He was throwing a tantrum!
What was he supposed to do?!
“All right, I still have things to do, so I’ll head back first.”
Uchiha Madara gave Senju Tobirama a cold glance, then looked meaningfully at Senju Hashirama.
After saying that, he turned around and left the room without looking back.
Hashirama, there are too many people here.
I’ll wait for you somewhere else!
Senju Tobirama was delighted when he saw this scene.
His scheme hadn’t seemed to have had the effect he’d imagined…
But the final result should still count as a success, right?
Senju Hashirama, on the other hand, looked extremely anxious.
He immediately put down the questionnaire report in his hands and hurried out the door after Madara.
The hallway…
“Madara…
wait for me!
Let me explain…
I’ve always supported you becoming the person in charge!”
“Didn’t I already say that this matter is settled?
I, Uchiha Madara, never go back on my word once I’ve agreed to something!”
Uchiha Madara folded his arms across his chest, still putting on his cool act.
Hashirama, I don’t care about the position of village leader!
What I care about is your attitude!!
“All right, then…
Madara…
are you free tonight?”
“Didn’t you say you were going to spend tonight with Mito?”
“Another day, another day!
Mito won’t mind…
Since I’m going to be the person in charge of the village, tonight is the perfect time for us to discuss how to plan the village’s future.”
“Hmph…
Honestly…
Fine!”
Hearing Uchiha Madara say that, Senju Hashirama immediately broke into a cheerful smile and slung an arm around Madara’s shoulders.
Then he turned toward the office they had just left and shouted loudly:
“Tobirama…
tell Mito that I’m not coming home to sleep tonight!”
Senju Tobirama: “….”
(I’m going to get used as Big Sister-in-Law’s punching bag again, aren’t I?)
That evening, Uzumaki Mito had prepared an entire table of food and was eagerly waiting for her husband, Senju Hashirama.
That expectant gaze…
That posture as she sat there…
She looked practically like a statue waiting for her husband to return.
And the result went without saying.
Uzumaki Mito would once again be spending the night alone.
The only person who came back was Senju Tobirama.
Since Senju Tobirama was a bachelor with no wife to cook for him, he had always come over to his big brother Senju Hashirama’s house to freeload off his meals.
Seeing that only Senju Tobirama had returned, Uzumaki Mito asked in confusion:
“Tobirama, where’s your big brother?
Why didn’t he come back with you?”
“Big Sister-in-Law, Big Brother asked me to tell you that he’s spending the entire evening with Uchiha Madara, so…
he won’t be coming home for dinner!”
Senju Tobirama answered nervously.
Uzumaki Mito: “Aaaah…
that inherently evil Uchiha Madara…
I *****!”
“******”
“And Tobirama, didn’t I tell you over and over again to keep an eye on your big brother and make sure he spends less time with that good-for-nothing Uchiha Madara?!”
“I made an entire table of food!
What am I supposed to do with it now?!”
Senju Tobirama: “Big Sister-in-Law, this is really difficult to deal with!”
(Big Sister-in-Law, you can’t even keep an eye on your own man.
How is that my fault?)
(And besides, I’m starving too.
Big Brother and Uchiha Madara ran off, and I’ve been working all day.
I can finish this entire table of food by myself!)
Uzumaki Mito: “Difficult?
Then don’t do it!”
Mito flipped the table.
…….
At the same time…
Uchiha Makoto was lying on his bed.
At this moment, he was both suffering and happy at the same time, his emotions so complicated that he couldn’t fall asleep.
After days of tireless effort, he had successfully secured sponsorship from the Daimyo of the Land of Fire.
The Daimyo of the Land of Fire had expressed his great appreciation for Uchiha Makoto’s idea of establishing a shinobi village, creating a fallback option for the Uchiha clan, and keeping the Senju clan in check.
He was even willing to provide Uchiha Makoto with a wide range of support, including but not limited to financial support, land and facilities, policy support…
and so on.
For the Daimyo, maintaining the balance of the shinobi world was extremely important!
Senju Hashirama’s attempt to bring the Uchiha clan under his control, establish a shinobi village, and then sweep across the shinobi world was an extremely dangerous idea.
The Daimyo was so worried about it that he couldn’t even sleep peacefully.
However…
The Daimyo’s support also had its limits.
Take financial support, for example.
The Daimyo had only initially provided Uchiha Makoto with one billion ryo in funding.
After all, Uchiha Makoto was still far too weak at this point.
His grand speeches reeked of the flavor of a pyramid scheme.
With nothing but threat theories and grand promises, the Daimyo couldn’t possibly support him wholeheartedly.
One billion ryo might seem like a lot.
Well…
For Uchiha Makoto personally, it really was an astronomical sum.
Using one million ryo as the minimum reward for an S-rank mission, Uchiha Makoto would have to complete a full one thousand S-rank missions.
If he followed the normal shinobi method of taking missions, he would probably have to spend his entire life working like a beast in the shinobi world, living frugally until he died, just to earn that much money.
But…
For a shinobi village—especially a newly established one where money was needed for absolutely everything—this could only be considered a very basic amount of startup capital.
He was short on money…
Still damn short on money!
Uchiha Makoto was genuinely troubled by this.
But thank goodness.
His efforts over the past few days had produced results.
Aside from securing the Daimyo’s support, he had also recruited a third-rate little shinobi clan—the Sato clan.
Its clan leader was named Kazuma Sato, and the entire clan consisted of only a dozen or so people.
But no matter what…
The shinobi village had finally been successfully established!
Of course…
None of that was the most important thing!
What mattered was…
Tonight, his system had finally met the requirements to activate.
“System, activate!”