The Senju Clan and the Uchiha Clan were already powerful.
They could even be considered the top, most formidable Kekkei Genkai clans in this Ninja World.
Now, they were shaking hands and making peace.
This was truly…
terrifying!
At the thought of the sheer strength of Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha, the Daimyo’s mind raced, his thoughts stretching far into the future.
So the Daimyo’s current mood was far from good.
In fact, describing it as absolutely terrible would be more accurate.
Yet, he couldn’t show it right now.
Makoto Uchiha was still standing right in front of him.
Makoto was an Uchiha; now that the Uchiha and Senju had made peace and called off their war, he should be happy about it too, right?
After all…
It didn’t look like Makoto Uchiha was a natural-born killer who enjoyed taking up a Kunai or Shuriken to cut people down on the battlefield at such a young age.
If you cut someone down today, you might be the one cut down tomorrow.
Who wouldn’t want to live a little longer?
Makoto Uchiha looked at the Daimyo’s stiff smile, chuckled, and teased, “Your Highness, you don’t look quite right.” “Are you feeling unwell?” “Would you like a medical ninja to examine you?” Deep down, the Daimyo wished the Uchiha and Senju would slaughter each other until the rivers ran with blood, until their clans withered away and both sides were wiped out entirely.
Yet, here he was, uttering insincere platitudes against his own will.
This was the dirty game of politics!
“N-No, that won’t be necessary,” the Daimyo of the Land of Fire stammered, offering a perfunctory excuse in the face of Makoto Uchiha’s sudden concern.
“I just didn’t sleep well last night, that’s all.” “Oh, then Your Highness must take good care of your health!” Makoto Uchiha said, his political awareness remarkably high.
“The future of the Land of Fire rests upon your shoulders!” Right now, he had to play the part of whichever stage he was standing on.
For now, he could pile a few more burdens onto the Daimyo’s shoulders!
Once his own foundation grew stronger in the future, he could help the Daimyo shoulder those burdens…
but now was not the time!
Flattered by Makoto Uchiha’s words, the Daimyo’s expression softened considerably.
Indeed!
The Land of Fire is indeed resting on my shoulders!
Makoto Uchiha, your political awareness is even higher than I imagined!
The Daimyo couldn’t help but view Makoto Uchiha in a new, much more favorable light.
The originally somber atmosphere eased slightly.
“Not only that…” “Hashirama Senju has a grand vision!” “Hashirama Senju intends to unite with Lord Madara to establish a hidden village for shinobi, gathering all the clans of the Ninja World together…
and ultimately sweep across the entire Ninja World.” “To rebuild the order of the Ninja World!” Makoto Uchiha hadn’t forgotten his main purpose today, which was to whisper poison in the Daimyo’s ear about Hashirama Senju, that honest man.
Of course, Makoto Uchiha wasn’t making up random rumors about Hashirama Senju.
This was indeed Hashirama Senju’s dream—to build a ninja village and integrate the clans…
though “sweeping across the Ninja World” was a bit of an exaggeration.
It was more like the “Plus” version of his ideal!
Makoto Uchiha continued to paint a picture of Hashirama Senju’s grand blueprint, speaking without pause.
However, these words sounded incredibly grating to the Daimyo of the Land of Fire.
Building a village, gathering all the clans under heaven, and sweeping across the Ninja World…
The Daimyo of the Land of Fire had zero doubt in Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha’s capabilities.
If those two joined forces, they could easily accomplish all three things.
For Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju, cladding the Giant Buddha in Susanoo and conquering the Ninja World together was no mere joke.
Conquering the Ninja World would take them minutes, honestly.
Not even a week.
Three days!
Unifying the Ninja World would be effortless.
Far too easy!
But why hadn’t Hashirama Senju done it?
Because he was benevolent.
He wanted peace in the Ninja World, not to become its ruler.
But the Daimyo of the Land of Fire would never think that way.
First, build an organization…
a ninja village.
Then, recruit troops and gather the shinobi clans.
Finally, conquer the world.
Isn’t this the classic three-step guide to rebellion?
Hashirama Senju, what on earth are you planning to do?
And rebuild the order of the Ninja World?!
Are you really doing this for “peace”?
I’m almost too embarrassed to call you out!
You’re clearly just coveting my royal robes!
How shameless!
Damn it…
couldn’t you make up a better excuse?
Does it have to be this blatant?
Once you ninjas unite, with you as the big boss, you’ll become a single, massive interest group.
In the future, will this Ninja World be ruled by us Daimyo and nobles, or by you ninjas?
Terrifying…
absolutely terrifying.
Hashirama Senju, you are too terrifying!!
As a political creature, the Daimyo of the Land of Fire was instinctively sensitive to such matters.
Because some things aren’t about whether you want to do them or can do them; rather, they happen naturally as events unfold.
Power always seeks out its most suitable master.
The robes symbolizing the Daimyo’s authority would somehow find their way onto Hashirama Senju’s shoulders.
Whether Hashirama wanted it or not, there would be “loyal subjects” who would gladly clear away the obstacle of the Daimyo and his cohort on his behalf.
“What a magnificent idea indeed,” the Daimyo said, his hands tightening on the armrests of his chair as he forced a tight, artificial smile at Makoto Uchiha.
Outside the window, the sky grew dark, with the last traces of the setting sun hanging on the horizon.
But he felt he probably wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight…
because he wouldn’t be able to sleep at all.
The smile on Makoto Uchiha’s face grew brighter.
He knew he had achieved his goal.
The more the Daimyo of the Land of Fire feared and resented the peace between the Uchiha and Senju clans, the more advantageous it would be for him.
“Your Highness, it seems you approve of this?” “Well…
I actually have some slightly different thoughts,” the Daimyo said, his head shaking violently back and forth like a rattle-drum.
He approved of Hashirama Senju establishing a ninja village, gathering the clans, and ultimately conquering the Ninja World?
Unless he had completely lost his mind!
The diplomatic goal of us Daimyo has not changed for a thousand years: to keep the Ninja World divided!
Let the Uzumaki Clan and the Senju Clan team up against the Uchiha Clan, let the Hyuga Clan and the Uchiha Clan form alliances and feud, and throw in the Kaguya Clan, the Kurama Clan…
In short, keep the Ninja World divided!
“Your Highness, I actually agree.
I also have a different perspective on the alliance between the Senju and Uchiha clans,” Makoto Uchiha nodded, speaking softly to the Daimyo of the Land of Fire.
Hearing Makoto Uchiha’s words, the Daimyo’s wide eyes lit up instantly.
He couldn’t help but look forward to what Makoto Uchiha would say next.
“As a true Uchiha, I believe it is absolutely impossible for the Senju and Uchiha clans to truly cast aside a thousand years of blood feud and shake hands!” “This is sheer madness!” The Daimyo nodded along vigorously.
Just look at that!
How sensible and sound Makoto Uchiha’s words were!
Now this is a true blue Uchiha clansman!
The Senju Clan are nothing but absolute heretics!
They must all be burned to the ground!