No!
To Make Madara Uchiha Believe!
10: Chapter 10: To Make the Uchiha Clan Believe?
No!
To Make Madara Uchiha Believe!
The sun gradually dipped below the horizon, and the sky grew dim.
However, for the Daimyo of the Land of Fire, even though electric lights were not yet widely adopted, his room was still brightly lit.
The flickering candlelight illuminated the room.
Under the warm glow, the smile on the Daimyo’s face became even clearer, revealing his unreserved appreciation for Makoto Uchiha.
“The future of the Land of Fire rests on my shoulders!” “If there is anyone in this land who can call the wind and summon the rain, it is me!” “Those shinobi clans should behave themselves and act as my shield against the elements!” Whether in terms of political mindset or personal stance, Makoto Uchiha and the Daimyo of the Land of Fire maintained a temporary tacit understanding.
The Daimyo did not want the Uchiha and Senju clans to unite, let alone see the emergence of a ninja village capable of conquering the Ninja World.
And currently, neither did Makoto Uchiha.
If the big shots didn’t die, how would he ever get a chance to rise to the top?
“Your Highness, do you truly believe the Senju and Uchiha clans can shake hands and ultimately discard a thousand years of blood feud?” “Several of our clan leader Lord Madara’s younger brothers died at the hands of the Senju, and Lord Izuna was killed by Tobirama Senju, Hashirama Senju’s younger brother.” Makoto Uchiha continued to steer the Daimyo with his words.
“Achieving such a thing should be extremely difficult…” the Daimyo said, shaking his head.
The Daimyo was all too familiar with the sordid history between the Senju and Uchiha clans.
Who could have imagined that overnight, the Senju and Uchiha would shake hands and stop fighting altogether?
Do you two clans not want to avenge your fallen kinsmen?
Especially that Senju patriarch, Hashirama Senju…
offering his own life just to gain Madara Uchiha’s trust, and even stabbing himself with a Kunai.
Putting aside the sheer absurdity of using a Kunai to do it, the Daimyo of the Land of Fire deeply doubted Hashirama Senju’s motives.
Could there really be someone so foolish and naive in this world?
You probably couldn’t find more than a handful of such people in the entire Ninja World.
Hashirama Senju was either an absolute simpleton, or a deeply scheming, thick-faced, black-hearted conspirator who was exceptionally ruthless to himself.
But could the leader of a top Kekkei Genkai clan in the Ninja World truly be a simpleton?
Obviously not!
Hashirama Senju was simply too terrifying.
The Daimyo shook his head as his mind wandered wildly.
The Hashirama Senju Threat Theory caused the Daimyo to overthink and let his imagination run wild.
Just as the Duke of Zhou once feared rumors, and Wang Mang was humble before his usurpation…
who could have guessed that in this deceitful Ninja World, there would actually exist a truly benevolent man who possessed absolute power yet strictly restrained himself?
Without a doubt, Hashirama Senju was a genuinely good man!
As clan leader, Hashirama Senju only needed to be unbeatable in battle; everything else was naturally handled by his external brain, Tobirama Senju.
But Makoto Uchiha couldn’t let such a good guy off the hook.
In most cases, nice guys only ended up with guns pointed at their heads!
Nobility is the epitaph of the noble, while baseness is the passport of the base.
Makoto Uchiha felt he was indeed slightly base.
But if anyone was to blame, it was that naturally evil Tobirama Senju and his penchant for racial discrimination!
Now!
He had to strike while the iron was hot and continue whispering poison in the Daimyo’s ear!
Listening to Makoto Uchiha’s words, the Daimyo’s face darkened slightly, and his tone carried a deeper meaning.
“The Senju patriarch…
I fear he has grander designs.” “A brilliant observation, Your Highness!” Makoto Uchiha immediately seized the opportunity, striving to press his advantage.
The more cautious the Daimyo became toward Hashirama Senju now, the greater Makoto’s future gains would be!
Keep going!
Keep going!!!
“Then, Your Highness, why do you think Hashirama Senju went to such great lengths—even risking his own life and giving up the chance to kill Lord Madara—just to earn his trust?
What is his true purpose?” The Daimyo stroked his chin, lost in thought.
Naturally, he couldn’t voice his true thoughts: *That bastard Hashirama Senju wants to rebel!* What if Hashirama Senju really did want to rebel?
Just like when America accuses you of having weapons of mass destruction, you’d better actually have them—the same logic applied here.
So, the Daimyo put on a serious face and said, “To make the Senju and Uchiha clans make peace?” “It’s to make people *believe* that the Senju and Uchiha clans can make peace!” Makoto Uchiha corrected him.
“To make the Uchiha Clan believe?” “Not the Uchiha Clan, but Madara Uchiha!” “The Uchiha Clan knows it’s impossible!” The Daimyo’s eyes widened, and his estimation of Makoto Uchiha reached a whole new level.
This young Uchiha possessed such mature and cunning foresight.
Even though it was only their first day meeting, and he didn’t even know Makoto’s personal preferences yet, the Daimyo already felt a sudden urge to marry his daughter off to him.
A daughter, after all…
to a Daimyo, her primary value lay in political marriages to win over people’s hearts.
So what if Makoto Uchiha was a shinobi?
It was hardly rare for nobles to marry into shinobi clans to coordinate relations and form alliances.
A deep integration where their interests intertwined…
If the Daimyo’s bloodline and the shinobi could achieve such a relationship, the Daimyo felt he could finally sleep soundly.
Even if something went wrong in the future…
he could just change his identity and pull off a backdoor listing under a new shell.
Moreover, Makoto was an Uchiha, hailing from the peak Kekkei Genkai clan of the Ninja World, and he even possessed the three-tomoe Sharingan.
Even if Makoto fooled around with his wife, got her pregnant, and handed him a bright green cuckold’s hat, the Daimyo would probably generously turn a blind eye.
He would even raise the child with care.
After all, being a step-parent to such elite bloodlines was nothing to be ashamed of!
In this Ninja World, countless nobles dreamt of such an opportunity, yet they had no way of even getting their foot in the door!
Because Kekkei Genkai clans would never offer such a chance.
The extent to which Kekkei Genkai clans valued their bloodline limits was unimaginable.
Some clans had even reached a pathological level—yes, exactly, like the Hyuga Clan!
Even if they married into nobility, the moment a child showed signs of a Kekkei Genkai, the clan would immediately take the child back.
Even the Daimyo could not break such a rule.
The more the Daimyo looked at Makoto Uchiha, the more he liked him.
However, Makoto wasn’t a mind reader and had no idea what was going through the Daimyo’s head.
Right now, his only goal was to squeeze money out of the Daimyo!
“Unfortunately, the Uchiha clansmen trust Lord Madara.” “Sooner or later, the Uchiha Clan will meet its demise because of the Senju!” Makoto Uchiha sighed.
He had to maintain his persona!
Everything he did in the future would not be for himself!
It would all be for the sake of the Uchiha!