“Clumsy Tobirama Senju!
Did you really think I wouldn’t see right through you?” “Does the mere title of village leader have you jumping through such hoops?” “Hashirama and I are different from you.” Without a doubt, Madara Uchiha was still an idealist at this point, harboring boundless expectations for the village’s future.
After all, this village had been built by him and Hashirama with their own hands!
In his eyes, it didn’t make a difference whether Hashirama Senju became the leader of the village or he did.
What mattered most was that they could carry out their Nindo, keep children from ever having to go to the battlefield again, and ultimately achieve peace in the Ninja World!
The official title of leader was completely trivial.
Could someone like Hashirama really be bound by worldly fame and fortune?
How could the clumsy Tobirama Senju possibly comprehend the grand ambitions he and Hashirama shared?
“Hmph…
Hashirama, hasn’t your dear brother Tobirama Senju already prepared everything for you?” “Since that’s the case…
I have no objections.” “Let’s just go with that!” Madara Uchiha’s voice was as cold and detached as ever.
*Hashirama…
I don’t care if you become the leader of the village, but your brother Tobirama Senju is pulling petty tricks right under my nose.
I’m not happy about it.
So, you’d better make it up to me!
(I heard you’re supposed to spend tonight with that woman Mito Uzumaki, so I hope you know what to do!)* “Madara…
Tobirama didn’t mean it that way!” “I’ve always believed you are more suited to be the village leader than I am.” Hashirama Senju grew a bit anxious.
He had caught Madara Uchiha’s subtext.
*Madara…
is throwing a tantrum!
What should I do!* “Anyway, I have things to take care of, so I’ll be heading back.” Madara Uchiha’s cold eyes swept over Tobirama Senju, then cast a meaningful look at Hashirama Senju.
With that, he turned on his heel and left the room without looking back.
*Hashirama, there are too many people here.
I’ll wait for you somewhere else!* Seeing this play out, Tobirama Senju was quite pleased.
Although his scheme didn’t work out exactly as imagined, the final outcome could still be considered a success.
Meanwhile, Hashirama Senju looked incredibly anxious.
He immediately tossed aside the survey report in his hands and rushed out after him.
In the hallway.
“Madara…
wait for me!
Let me explain…
I’ve always supported you being the leader…” “Didn’t I say that it’s settled?
I, Madara Uchiha, never back out of a promise!” Madara Uchiha kept his arms crossed over his chest, still playing it cool.
*Hashirama, I don’t care about the leader’s title!
It’s your attitude I care about!!* “Alright then…
Madara…
are you free tonight, then?” “Didn’t you say you were going to spend tonight with Mito?” “Some other day, some other day!
Mito won’t mind.
Since I’m going to be the village leader, tonight is the perfect time to discuss how we should plan the village’s future with you.” “Hmph…
Honestly…
fine, then!” Hearing Madara Uchiha say this, Hashirama Senju instantly beamed.
He slung his arm over Madara’s shoulders, then turned his head back toward the office and yelled at the top of his lungs: “Tobirama!
Tell Mito for me that I won’t be coming home to sleep tonight!” Tobirama Senju: “…” *(Am I going to be Sister-in-law’s punching bag again?)* That evening, Mito Uzumaki, who had prepared a table full of food, was waiting for her husband, Hashirama Senju, with eager anticipation.
Her longing gaze and the way she sat there made her look like a living “Husband-Waiting Stone.” Naturally, the outcome went without saying.
Mito Uzumaki was destined to spend another night in an empty room.
The only one who returned was Tobirama Senju.
Since Tobirama Senju was a bachelor without a wife to cook for him, he had always come over to his elder brother Hashirama’s house to freeload meals.
Seeing only Tobirama return, Mito Uzumaki asked in confusion, “Tobirama, where is your brother?
Why didn’t he come back with you?” “Sister-in-law, Brother asked me to let you know…
he’ll be spending the entire night with Madara Uchiha, so…
he won’t be coming home for dinner!” Tobirama Senju replied, trembling with trepidation.
Mito Uzumaki: “Aaaaaargh!
That inherently evil Madara Uchiha…
I *****” “******” “And you, Tobirama!
Didn’t I repeatedly warn and implore you to keep an eye on your brother and stop him from hanging around that wretched man Madara Uchiha so much?!” “I made a whole table of food!
What am I supposed to do with it now?!” Tobirama Senju: “Sister-in-law, this is very hard to handle…” *(Sister-in-law, you can’t even keep a handle on your own man, and you’re blaming me?)* *(Besides, I’m starving right now.
Brother ran off with Madara Uchiha, and I’ve been working all day.
I could easily finish this entire table of food by myself!)* Mito Uzumaki: “Hard to handle?
Then don’t handle it at all!” *(Mito flipping a table.jpg)* *** Meanwhile.
Makoto Uchiha was lying on his bed.
At this moment, he was in a state of painful ecstasy, his mind so complexly conflicted that he couldn’t fall asleep.
After his relentless efforts over the past few days, he had successfully secured sponsorship from the Daimyo of the Land of Fire.
The Daimyo of the Land of Fire highly appreciated Makoto Uchiha’s idea of establishing a ninja village to secure a fallback route for the Uchiha Clan and keep the Senju Clan in check.
He was willing to offer Makoto Uchiha a series of support, including but not limited to funding, land, policy backing, and so on.
To the Daimyo, the balance of the Ninja World was of the utmost importance!
Hashirama Senju’s attempt to absorb the Uchiha Clan, build a ninja village, and subsequently sweep through the Ninja World was incredibly dangerous in the Daimyo’s eyes.
It caused him so much worry that he hadn’t slept soundly in days.
However…
the Daimyo’s support had its limits.
For instance, regarding financial backing, the Daimyo only provided Makoto Uchiha with an initial ten billion ryo.
After all, Makoto Uchiha was still far too weak.
His pitches carried a heavy scent of a multi-level marketing scheme; the Daimyo wasn’t going to offer full support based solely on doomsday threat-mongering and empty promises.
Ten billion ryo seemed like a lot.
Well…
to Makoto Uchiha as an individual, it was indeed an astronomical sum.
Calculated by the standard minimum of one million ryo for an S-rank mission, Makoto Uchiha would need to complete a full 1,000 S-rank missions to earn it.
If he took on missions in the conventional way of a ninja, he would probably have to work like a Pal in the Ninja World, pinching pennies until he died just to earn this sum.
But if this money were to be used for a ninja village, especially a newly founded one where money had to be spent on everything, it could only be considered a very basic starting fund.
He was broke.
He was still so damn broke!
Makoto Uchiha had a massive headache over this!
But heaven had mercy.
His hard work over the past few days had borne fruit.
Aside from gaining the Daimyo’s support, he had also taken in a small, third-rate ninja family—the Sato Clan.
The clan head’s name was Kazuma Sato, and the entire clan consisted of only about a dozen people.
But no matter what…
his ninja village had finally been successfully established!
Of course, none of that was the most important part!
The important thing was that tonight, his system had finally met the conditions to activate.
“System, activate!”