Under the cover of night, in the Uchiha Clan compound.
Clad in dark black armor, Madara Uchiha assembled the surviving members of the Uchiha.
Just a short while ago, the battle between Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju had come to an end, marking the official resolution of the long-standing feud between the Senju Clan and the Uchiha Clan.
Regrettably…
Madara Uchiha lost, and with him, the Uchiha Clan lost as well.
Hashirama Senju, that stat-busted monster of a shinobi, had defeated Madara Uchiha by the narrowest of margins.
According to the Senju Clan’s past conduct, Madara Uchiha should have been ruthlessly executed, and the remaining Uchiha hunted down like stray dogs.
Fortunately, however…
The current leader of the Senju Clan was Hashirama Senju.
He and Madara Uchiha had known each other since childhood, and despite being forced into conflict by their respective clans, they had forged a deep bond through countless battles.
Hashirama Senju not only refrained from killing the defeated Madara Uchiha, but wanted to rekindle their childhood dream together—building an ideal village.
Yet Madara Uchiha did not trust Hashirama’s words.
Bent on seeking death, he posed an impossible condition to Hashirama Senju.
“Reconciliation?” “Give me back my brother’s life first!” “Hashirama, either kill your brother Tobirama Senju, or commit suicide right here and now!” Madara believed that Hashirama Senju could never resolve this impossible dilemma.
In Madara’s eyes, Hashirama would never kill his own brother, nor would he commit suicide for Madara’s sake.
But to Madara’s utter disbelief, Hashirama Senju was truly willing to kill himself to buy peace between the Senju Clan and the Uchiha Clan.
And with that…
Madara Uchiha completely gave in.
The power of the Senju Succubus was terrifying indeed!
Madara Uchiha looked at his gathered clansmen.
He took a deep breath and spoke in a raspy, measured voice, “Clansmen, the war between the Uchiha and the Senju ends today.
I have decided to accept the Senju Clan’s truce agreement and bring an end to this conflict…” “From now on…
the Uchiha Clan will join hands with the Senju Clan to build a ninja village…” The atmosphere plunged into dead silence.
The Uchiha clansmen found Madara’s decision utterly unbelievable.
Was a thousand-year blood feud truly going to end just like that?
The clansmen who had died at the hands of the Senju Clan had cried out with their last breath, demanding the total destruction of the Senju and swearing that the Uchiha would avenge them.
Besides, how was this so-called truce agreement any different from a surrender agreement?!
“The proud Uchiha will never surrender!” Yet…
reality was cruel.
After a brief outburst of emotion, reason slowly returned to the Uchiha clansmen.
In truth, the Uchiha Clan had already lost.
Madara Uchiha had been defeated by Hashirama Senju, surviving only because of his old bonds with Hashirama.
Hashirama Senju’s matchless strength was more than enough to douse the flames of indignation and revenge burning within the Uchiha.
Right at this moment…
Makoto Uchiha stepped forward out of the solemn crowd.
Yes, he was a transmigrator.
In his past life, as an anime enthusiast, he used to haunt Bilibili, Tieba, Zhihu, and other platforms as a keyboard warrior, until one fine day, Truck-kun took notice of him and sent him straight into this damn Ninja World.
Makoto still remembered his excitement when he first transmigrated—he was a cheat-wielding protagonist with a System!
But very quickly…
excitement turned into disappointment, if not outright despair.
The System went like this: [Ninja Village Prosperity System: The more prosperous and powerful the ninja village under the host’s leadership, the richer the rewards Makoto Uchiha will receive.] [System Activation Condition: Become the leader of a ninja village.] What the hell!
Become the leader of a ninja village?
What kind of bullshit activation requirement was that?
Makoto had transmigrated way too early!
The Head-Patting Village of Konoha hadn’t even been founded yet!
Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, Hinata Hyuga…
figures he knew like the back of his hand in his past life hadn’t even been born!
All those late nights spent watching anime and tracking plotlines were completely useless in this timeline!
He had transmigrated into the Warring States Period!
In the Warring States Period, chaos reigned supreme.
Not just ninjas, but even ordinary people were beating each other senseless.
He had managed to survive until now entirely by being extraordinarily cautious—gathering every scrap of intelligence possible before missions, packing his bag with emergency Explosive Tags and Ration Pills…
And of course, the most crucial rule of all: whenever danger struck, always shield himself behind his teammates!
So what if he had a Three-Tomoe Sharingan?
Izuna Uchiha had a Mangekyo Sharingan, and didn’t he still get ambushed and killed by Tobirama Senju?
Besides, why did he have to become the leader of a village?
According to the original plot, Konoha Village would be established soon.
The First Hokage of Konoha would be Hashirama Senju.
The Second Hokage…
undoubtedly Tobirama Senju.
Even Madara Uchiha couldn’t compete with Tobirama Senju, let alone Makoto.
As for competing for Third Hokage…
if it were against Hiruzen Sarutobi, Makoto felt he might have a shot.
But that would require waiting until Tobirama Senju died during the peace talks between Konoha and Kumogakure—which was decades away.
Makoto didn’t think he could wait that long.
“Never mock a youth for being poor” was fine, but “never mock an old man for being poor” didn’t cut it!
The only way to activate the System was to forge his own path and create his own ninja village!
And right now was the golden opportunity!
“Lord Madara, our Uchiha Clan is going to reconcile and make peace with the Senju Clan?” “Is this a joke?!” “Our fallen clansmen are still waiting for us to avenge them!!
If we stop now, did the brothers who fought alongside us just days ago die for nothing?” “I will never accept this!” Under the eyes of everyone present, Makoto Uchiha stepped up to Madara Uchiha, speaking with righteous indignation.
He knew that peace between the Uchiha and Senju and the founding of Konoha were inevitable, but to branch off on his own, he needed a reason to break away from the Uchiha Clan.
Playing on the thousand-year feud between the Uchiha and Senju was the perfect excuse—ideally allowing him to lead a splinter group of Uchiha away.
The emotions of the Uchiha clansmen present were stirred once more, and they began rallying behind Makoto.
Makoto’s words carried great passion.
If Madara were willing to lead the Uchiha Clan in one final charge, they would follow him to life or death!
But Madara felt awful right now, his face darkening with gloom.
He understood the feelings of his clansmen…
but the clan had shed too much blood already.
A thousand years of bloodshed meant endless killing across generations.
If he wanted to end it all, bloodshed might be unavoidable, even if it meant striking down his own people…
*Yes, that’s right!
I am doing the right thing!
Most importantly…
Hashirama…* *Hashirama, if you faced the Senju clansmen, you would probably make the same choice, wouldn’t you?*