The Senju clan and the Uchiha clan were already incredibly powerful…
They could even be called the strongest and most elite Bloodline Clans in the entire shinobi world.
And now they had made peace…
This was truly…
Terrifying!
Then there were Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara.
The strength of those two shinobi…
The Daimyo couldn’t help but think of many things, even going so far as to consider the matter from a much longer-term perspective.
So the Daimyo’s current mood was extremely unpleasant…
Hmm…
It would be more accurate to describe it as absolutely terrible.
But the Daimyo couldn’t show it immediately, because Uchiha Makoto was still standing in front of him.
Uchiha Makoto was also an Uchiha clan member.
If the Uchiha and Senju clans had made peace and abandoned their war, he should be happy about it too, right?
After all…
Uchiha Makoto didn’t look like a natural-born killing maniac who enjoyed holding kunai and shuriken on the battlefield and cutting people down at such a young age.
If you cut someone down today, someone else might cut you down tomorrow.
Who wouldn’t want to live a little longer?
Looking at the Daimyo’s stiff smile, Uchiha Makoto smiled as well before teasing him.
“Your Highness, your expression seems a little off.”
“Are you feeling unwell?”
“Do you need a medical ninja to examine you…?”
The Daimyo clearly wished with all his heart that the Uchiha and Senju clans would slaughter each other until the rivers ran red with blood, their clansmen dwindled away, and both clans were wiped out completely.
Yet now he had to force himself to say polite words he didn’t mean.
This was the filthiness of politics!
“No…
no need.”
“I just…
didn’t sleep well last night.”
Faced with Uchiha Makoto’s sudden concern, the Daimyo could only give him a perfunctory answer.
“Oh, then you must take good care of yourself, Your Highness!”
“The future of the Land of Fire rests on your shoulders!”
Uchiha Makoto’s ideological awareness was quite high.
At this point, he needed to sing whichever mountain song belonged to whichever mountain he was climbing.
Right now, he could add a little more weight to the Daimyo’s shoulders!
Once he had grown stronger himself, he could help the Daimyo shoulder some of that burden.
But now was not the time!
A single sentence from Uchiha Makoto made the Daimyo’s expression look much better.
That’s right!
The Land of Fire rests on my shoulders!
Uchiha Makoto, your ideological awareness is even higher than I imagined!
The Daimyo couldn’t help but look at Uchiha Makoto in a new light.
The gloomy atmosphere eased somewhat.
“That’s not all…”
“Senju Hashirama has an ambitious idea!”
“Senju Hashirama intends to join forces with Lord Madara to establish a shinobi village belonging to shinobi, gather all the shinobi clans in the entire shinobi world together…
and ultimately sweep across the entire shinobi world.”
“Reestablish the order of the shinobi world!”
Uchiha Makoto hadn’t forgotten his real business.
He had begun today’s main task—
Putting some poison in the ear of the honest man, Senju Hashirama.
Of course…
Uchiha Makoto wasn’t fabricating rumors about Senju Hashirama out of thin air.
This really was Senju Hashirama’s ideal…
Establish a shinobi village, accept the various shinobi clans, sweep across the shinobi world…
Hmm, that last part didn’t seem to be part of it.
This was the upgraded, plus version of his ideal!
…..
Uchiha Makoto began painting a grand blueprint of Senju Hashirama’s ambitions, talking nonstop.
But those words sounded extraordinarily grating to the Daimyo.
Establish a shinobi village…
Gather all the shinobi clans under its banner…
Then sweep across the entire shinobi world…
The Daimyo had absolutely no doubt about the abilities of Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara.
As long as the two of them joined forces, they could completely accomplish all three things.
For Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama…
“Susanoo wrapped around the Buddha, the two of them flattening the shinobi world” wasn’t simply a joke.
Sweeping across the shinobi world?
Honestly, they could do it in the blink of an eye.
They wouldn’t even need a week.
Three days!
Unifying the shinobi world would be incredibly easy.
Far too easy!
But why didn’t Senju Hashirama do it?
Because he was kind.
He wanted peace in the shinobi world, not to become its ruler.
But the Daimyo certainly wouldn’t think about it that way.
First, establish an organization…
Establish a shinobi village.
Then recruit troops and gather forces…
Bring the various shinobi clans under his banner.
And finally, sweep across the world.
Wasn’t that the classic three-step package for rebellion?
Senju Hashirama, what exactly are you trying to do?
And you want to reestablish the order of the shinobi world!
Is that really for the sake of peace?
I almost feel embarrassed to call you out on it!
You’re obviously lusting after my robes, aren’t you?
You shameless bastard!
Damn it…
Couldn’t you come up with a better excuse?
Do you really have to make it this obvious?
You shinobi have joined together.
With you as the big brother leading the way, you’ve become a single community of shared interests.
Then in the future, who will have the final say in this shinobi world?
Us daimyos and nobles?
Or you shinobi?
Terrifying…
This was simply too terrifying.
Senju Hashirama, you’re terrifying!!
As a political creature, the Daimyo of the Land of Fire was instinctively sensitive to such matters.
Because some things weren’t about whether you wanted to do them or whether you were capable of doing them.
As circumstances developed and changed, certain things would naturally fall into place…
Power would actively seek out the master most suited to wield it.
The robe symbolizing the authority of the Daimyo might somehow end up on Senju Hashirama’s shoulders…
Regardless of whether Senju Hashirama wanted it or not…
There would naturally be loyal and capable ministers willing to eliminate obstacles like the daimyos on his behalf.
“That’s truly an incredible idea.”
The Daimyo unconsciously tightened his grip around the armrests of his chair, then spoke to Uchiha Makoto with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
Outside the window, the sky was gradually darkening…
A sliver of sunset hung on the horizon.
But he felt that he probably wouldn’t need to sleep tonight…
Because there was simply no way he could fall asleep.
The smile on Uchiha Makoto’s face grew even brighter.
He knew he had achieved his objective.
The more the Daimyo feared and dreaded the reconciliation between the Senju and Uchiha clans…
The more beneficial it would be for him.
“Your Highness, judging from your reaction, do you agree with this?”
“Hmm…
I do have a slightly different opinion.”
As the Daimyo spoke, he shook his head repeatedly, the movement resembling a rattle drum.
Agree with Senju Hashirama establishing a shinobi village, gathering the shinobi clans, and ultimately sweeping across the shinobi world?
Unless he was insane!
The diplomatic objective of the daimyos had never changed throughout the past thousand years:
Create a divided shinobi world!
Let the Uzumaki clan and Senju clan join forces against the Uchiha clan, let the Hyuga clan ally with and fight the Uchiha clan, and then there were the Kaguya clan, the Kurama clan…
In short—
Divide the shinobi world!
“Your Highness, I actually feel the same way.
I also have a different opinion regarding the alliance between the Senju and Uchiha clans.”
Uchiha Makoto nodded and said this to the Daimyo of the Land of Fire.
The moment the Daimyo heard Uchiha Makoto’s words, his eyes immediately lit up.
He couldn’t help but eagerly anticipate what Uchiha Makoto would say next.
“As a pure-blooded member of the Uchiha clan, I believe that the Senju and Uchiha clans could never truly abandon their thousand-year feud and make peace!”
“This is simply outrageous!”
The Daimyo immediately nodded involuntarily.
Just listen to that!
Look at how proper Uchiha Makoto’s words were!
Now this was what a true Uchiha of the Plain Yellow Banner should sound like.
The Senju clan?
They were heretics!
They all needed to be burned to death!