(Uchiha Shisui: Lord Tajima, if Itachi stood on the Uchiha Clan’s side and clashed with the Village’s Ninja, the final result would be nothing more than mutual destruction.
The Village’s strength would be greatly reduced, then it would be invaded by other Villages taking advantage of the situation, and then the Fourth Shinobi World War would happen early.
That is all.)
(Uchiha Izuna: You want to say it was all for the sake of peace?
Foolish!)
(Senju Tobirama: You who have never experienced life in the Village cannot understand the importance of peace.)
(Uchiha Madara: Peace?
Don’t joke.
Even if the Uchiha Clan was exterminated, didn’t the Fourth Shinobi World War still happen?
It was only a matter of time.)
(Uchiha Tajima: To slaughter one’s own clan for a few brief years of peace is truly foolish!
Besides, you don’t understand the power of the Mangekyō.
Once you make a move, how long could Konoha Village’s Ninja hold out?
At that time, the Village would be the Uchiha Clan’s Village!)
(Senju Hashirama: Rule relying on violence will not last.
Even if the Uchiha Clan seized power in Konoha, they could never win the hearts of the people.)
(Uchiha Izuna: So we deserved to die, is that it?)
(Uchiha Ichiyo: Lord Izuna is right.
What did we do wrong?)
(Uchiha Wa: If not for the Village’s oppression, who would have embarked on the path of a coup?
You saw how those higher-ups treated us, didn’t you?)
(Uchiha Naoya: And those villagers too, Konoha Village simply couldn’t tolerate us.
It would have been better if we hadn’t built the Village with the Senju in the first place.)
Senju Hashirama stared at that last sentence, his fingers icy, his lips pale, his constricted pupils filled with shock.
‘It would have been better if we hadn’t built the Village with the Senju in the first place.’
So, does that mean he was wrong?
Hashirama hung his head, visibly dejected.
If it weren’t for the fact that souls in the Pure Land cannot shed tears, he would probably be crying already.
Even with such frequent battles during the Sengoku period, the Uchiha Clan was not exterminated.
The Village built for peace caused the Uchiha Clan to disappear into the long river of history just a few decades later.
“What kind of expression is that?
It’s ugly as hell.”
“Madara?”
He raised his eyes, meeting Madara’s stinky—yet unable to hide his concern—face, and couldn’t help but be stunned.
Madara is truly very gentle.
“You aren’t regretting it, are you?” Madara sat down beside him and asked.
Hashirama’s gaze dimmed slightly.
“I firmly believed that building the Village was for peace.
I thought Konoha Village was my ideal.”
“But you left.
You said this wasn’t true peace.”
“Now, suddenly seeing the development of Konoha decades later, even I am starting to doubt it.
Was building the Village really the right thing to do?”
The Uchiha were exterminated, and the Uchiha in the Pure Land harbor hatred for Konoha from the bottom of their hearts.
The wars continue—the First Shinobi World War, the Second Shinobi World War, the Third Shinobi World War.
In the future, there will be the Fourth Shinobi World War, and perhaps a Fifth Shinobi World War.
Who knows when the war will truly end?
“So you regret it?
You regret building the Village?
You admit you lost?
You admit you lost to this false peace?” Madara asked, his tone a bit strange.
His gaze was fixed on Hashirama, not knowing what kind of answer he wanted to get from him.
“No.”
Hashirama suddenly raised his head, his gaze becoming firm again.
“The establishment of the Village was definitely correct; it’s just that something went wrong somewhere in the middle.”
“So the Village is sick.
I think that’s it.
As long as we cure the Village’s illness, peace can come again, as long as we work hard!”
Madara stared at him blankly, then suddenly curled his lips in a brazen smile.
“This is the Senju Hashirama I know, even if he is very foolish.”
But he didn’t hate it; it looked much better than that confused and dejected look.
“So, Madara, do you acknowledge me now?”
Hashirama’s eyes lit up suddenly, looking at Madara eagerly, like a puppy waiting for its meaty bone.
“No.”
Uchiha Madara refused decisively.
“I said, I want to achieve true peace.
That is an absolutely ideal path, completely different from yours.”
“You will never understand.”
“Ah, can’t you tell me what it is?”
It was the same thing Madara said before leaving the Village.
Hashirama felt a bit disappointed hearing it.
“But aren’t you dead now?
How are you going to achieve that ideal?
Do you want to be resurrected like Tobirama?”
Hashirama looked extremely dejected.
Tobirama was gone, and if Madara left too, he would be very lonely.
Most importantly, the current Madara is very dangerous.
Letting him be resurrected probably isn’t a good thing.
“Hmph, that’s none of your business.
I’m leaving now; Izuna is waiting for me.”
Madara brushed off his sleeves and stood up to leave.
“Eh???
Aren’t you going to watch with me?”
“No, Izuna hates you too much and doesn’t want to stay with you.”
“Alright then.”
Hashirama felt disappointed and dejected.
Most importantly, he wanted to figure out what Madara was planning.
Konoha Village.
Tobirama, in the Hokage Office, suddenly received a message.
“Danzō escaped?”
He narrowed his red eyes, and killing intent burst forth suddenly.
“Didn’t I tell you to seal his Chakra?
He was so severely injured; how did he escape?”
“Reporting, Nidaime Hokage, we did indeed seal his Chakra, but it’s very strange.
According to the Anbu who were injured, Danzō’s wounds suddenly healed, and the Chakra seal was also broken.”
“Tobirama-sensei, what exactly is going on?”
Hiruzen, Koharu, and Homura looked at their teacher with some trepidation and asked cautiously.
“Perhaps it has to do with his right arm.”
Tobirama frowned tightly.
If he had known, he should have removed that seal when capturing him.
However, forget it…
Anyway, he already had his Flying Thunder God Mark on him.
When he had time, he would go find him again.
“First, list Danzō as an S-rank rogue Ninja.”
“Yes.”
[The documentary was only a few minutes long.
After it finished playing, the screen returned to the news station.]
[Female Host: This documentary’s broadcast has triggered great discussion within Konoha Village and even throughout the Ninja World.
Some are hurling insults at Danzō Shimura, the Sandaime Hokage, and Uchiha Itachi.]
[Male Host: Some also feel that the Uchiha Clan deserved it.]
[Female Host: So, what is the true significance of this documentary, and how should history be evaluated and defined?]
[Male Host: Today, we have specially invited the Rokudaime Hokage, Kakashi Hatake, and the Dean of the Konoha Historical Research Institute, Tomikawa Haruki, to the scene to explain it to us.]
“Kakashi-sensei!!!”
Naruto yelled, pulling Kakashi-sensei out to watch the screen.
Kakashi had a “please spare me” expression on his face, looking like he had lost the will to live.
Why is the future me so high-profile?
Even appearing on TV?
It doesn’t seem like his style at all.
Appearing is fine, but why does it have to be seen by people of this era?
It’s so embarrassing.
(Senju Hashirama: Wow, finally I can see the real person!
The previous shot was too far away; I only saw a black mask.)
(Senju Tobirama: He does indeed wear a mask in person.)
And a head of white hair just like his; one look and you know he’s just as smart.
Tobirama decided that after finishing the current matters, he would have Kakashi follow him to learn.
He will definitely be a very good Hokage in the future.
[The two hosts sat on either side, leaving the two middle seats vacant.
Suddenly, two men walked in from off-camera.]
[The one in front had silver-gray hair and was wearing a brand-new, fiery red Hokage haori cloak that covered him from neck to toe, concealing him completely.]
[His face was also covered by a black mask.
From head to toe, the only visible parts were his hands and his two exposed eyes.]
“Eyes…”
Kakashi’s breath hitched.
The Sharingan was gone.
His fingers holding Sasuke’s medical record trembled slightly.
His dejected expression looked exactly like a child who had lost their candy.
The Rokudaime Hokage on the screen smiled with a gentle expression, looking approachable.
Combined with the half-face exposed, it made him look quite handsome.
No matter who it was, the first time they saw him, they would unconsciously feel a sense of closeness to him.
However…
Obito, hiding in the Kamui Dimension, couldn’t suppress a burst of intense killing intent.
His whole body exuded a terrifying aura, as if he were about to go kill someone the next second.
“Where did the Sharingan go?
That trash Kakashi!”