Uchiha Tajima's Advance

"Wow, what a beautiful scenic route."

The future Hokage Rock, three young men were envisioning the future.

"I've decided," Senju Hashirama said excitedly, spreading his arms. "I'm going to build a village here."

"A haven where there's no discrimination, where children don't have to fight on the battlefield, and where all clans can live in harmony."

Beside him, Uchiha Madara's heart was also surging; he looked forward to that future as well.

"Kyosuke, will you help us?" Both of them looked at their new recruit simultaneously.

"Me?" Kyosuke walked to the edge of the cliff, his eyes seeming to reflect the future image of Konohagakure.

The Hokage Building, Ichiraku Ramen, Food Street, Ninja School. His gaze was so complex that the two beside him couldn't figure him out at all.

"I'm also really looking forward to the village being built."

"Hahaha, great." Hashirama was ecstatic beyond measure. For years, his dream had been something he couldn't share with anyone.

Even his closest brother couldn't understand his thoughts.

Indeed, people can understand each other, even the Senju and the Uchiha.

"Madara, Kyosuke, I really, truly..."

"Wait a moment." Kyosuke interrupted the visibly emotional Hashirama, speaking calmly. "Don't get happy too soon. We're insignificant to the entire Ninja World."

"Yes, I understand. In the future, we'll wait..."

"You're too naive, Hashirama." Kyosuke interrupted him again without politeness, turning his head, his eyes filled with sharpness. "People's thoughts change with time, and it's the same for you and me."

"When you truly understand the cruelty of war, and the helplessness between people, you might not still have today's feelings."

Stopping the youth who was about to retort, his tone became somewhat somber. "Think carefully before you speak, or I'll only look down on your dream."

Hearing this, Hashirama took a deep breath and said with a determined look, "I will overcome the pain and keep moving towards my dream."

Looking at the sincere face, Kyosuke wanted to ask, what would you do if I personally killed Tobirama?

But before the words could leave his mouth, Madara beside him quietly stopped him.

After thinking about it, Kyosuke didn't press further. Perhaps, just now, he had remembered the tragic fate of the Uchiha in the future.

The founder of Konohagakure, one of the most powerful clans during the Warring States period, had eventually been reduced to being coerced by minor clans like Sarutobi and Shimura.

This seemed like a huge joke from the current perspective.

"No one can say for sure what the future holds," Kyosuke's words were full of meaning.

Regardless of the process, the three of them today had finally exchanged their initial thoughts.

After bidding farewell, and with the excited Senju Hashirama gone, Madara suddenly asked, "Kyosuke, why did you appear?"

Smiling wryly and shaking his head, Kyosuke didn't answer his question. Instead, he muttered inexplicably, "I've noticed you become very agitated when it comes to Hashirama."

"How could that be? He and I are just ordinary friends. Don't overthink it," Madara immediately denied it three times.

"Be careful," Kyosuke, unwilling to say more, left him with a warning. "I can sense your movements. Do you really think no one in the clan knows what you're doing?"

"With him, you'll never get the blessing of your family."

"Hmm, I know. Wait, what do you mean 'with him'?" Madara glared at him fiercely.

As a result, Kyosuke flashed away and disappeared far into the distance.

In terms of speed, even several Dance Kings couldn't match him.

With his friend's reminder, Madara didn't meet with Hashirama for the next few days.

Unfortunately, paper couldn't wrap fire forever.

One night, Uchiha Tajima cornered his son at home.

"Madara, who have you been meeting with recently?" Tajima's tone was gloomy, and he looked extremely angry.

Initially, Madara planned to make up a lie to brush it off.

But for some reason, he decided to probe his father's thoughts a little.

Three minutes later, Madara paid the price for his foolishness.

"The Uchiha and Senju cease hostilities and build a beautiful homeland together? What kind of nonsense is that?!" The Clan Head stared at his son as if he were an idiot.

"You've been influenced by the enemy," Tajima asked in a tone of disappointment. "I didn't expect you to be so naive. Have you said these things to anyone else?"

"...Kyosuke knows too."

"Idiot!"

The Clan Head almost fainted. "Who is Uchiha Kyosuke? He's your biggest competitor in the future. Aren't you handing him leverage over you?"

Hearing this, Madara also became impatient. He hated his father's constant talk of threats.

He had heard such words too many times over the years. "Father, Kyosuke isn't the kind of person you think he is."

"Madara, I truly didn't expect you to be so naive." Tajima couldn't listen to his son at all. In fact, he was a stubborn old man who was always set in his ways.

Such people only understood obedience; the concept of mutual understanding was nonexistent to them.

With a soft snap of his fingers, over a dozen dark figures instantly appeared around them. These were the clan secret ninjas specially trained by the Uchiha.

Their purpose was simple: to handle matters or people the Clan Head found inconvenient to deal with himself.

"Uchiha Kyosuke's crime of colluding with the enemy is confirmed. We will apprehend him tonight. If he dares to resist, you may execute him on the spot." Uchiha Tajima stared intently at his son, asking sinisterly, "What do you think of this plan?"

Madara clenched his fists. He knew his father was likely trying to scare him.

The problem was, he couldn't afford to gamble. If he lost, everything would be irreversible.

"What exactly do you want?" Madara finally compromised.

This time, he felt utterly exhausted.

Persuading his father was already so difficult, let alone the clan members who harbored hatred.

Indeed, Kyosuke was right. To make everyone abandon their hatred, extremely forceful methods were necessary.

Hoping everyone could understand each other?

That was merely a child's idle fantasy.

Seeing his son compromise, the Clan Head waved his hand, and the secret ninjas vanished without a trace.

"Do you know who the person you met by the river was?"

Before Madara could answer, Tajima revealed the truth: "His name is Senju Hashirama. Oh, you probably know that, but do you know he is the son of Senju Butsuma?"

Senju Butsuma, the current Clan Head of the Senju of the Forest, was undoubtedly one of the absolute top super-experts of the Warring States Period.

One of Madara's cousins had died at his hands.

The animosity between their clans was as deep as the sea; each wished for the sudden demise of the other.

"Hashirama..." Madara's eyes widened slightly. He never expected his friend to be the Young Clan Head of the Senju Clan.

Could this be fate?

"Now you know," Tajima said, patting his son's shoulder with a softened tone. "There is still room for reconciliation. As long as you..."

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