Uzumaki Mito's Discontent

Finally, the three members of the Senju family, father and sons, departed.

Tajima couldn't defeat Butsuma, and Hashirama's outburst of power was astonishing.

Even the Clan Head couldn't find fault with the two, though he knew clearly that Kyosuke and Madara hadn't fought with their full strength.

"Hmph, let's go back."

It was evident that Uchiha Tajima was extremely unwilling.

This also indirectly reflected the threat the entire Uchiha clan was currently facing.

Perhaps not wanting his son to rekindle their past, as soon as they returned to the camp, the Clan Head immediately ordered the two to depart at once.

"Don't push yourself too hard in anything," Tajima patiently instructed the two before they left. "Uzumaki Ashina's strength is terrifying. You are no match for him yet."

"Remember, you must ensure your own safety."

"Yes!"

The Southern Army led by Kyosuke marched in front, with the main force cultivated by Uchiha Madara at the rear.

A ninja force of nearly five hundred people set off in a grand procession towards the western battlefield.

"Madara," Kyosuke found the Dance King, who had been distracted the whole time, and decided to talk to him. "What's wrong? Still haven't recovered from your disappointment?"

"Hmph, don't think I don't know you had the ability to take that Senju brat hostage," Madara retorted unconvinced.

He was unwilling to fight his friend, but had Kyosuke not also held back?

He was too young to try and provoke him with words.

Beside him, Kyosuke was slightly dumbfounded. They were having a perfectly normal conversation, so why did he suddenly become tsundere?

Had he triggered some kind of switch?

After a few seconds of silence, Madara hesitated before deciding to tell the truth.

Perhaps Kyosuke was the only person he could confide in.

"Do you think there's still a chance to realize that dream?" the Dance King looked very lost.

What he wanted wasn't some village, but an environment that provided a safe life for his younger brother and clan members.

As long as Izuna was safe and the children didn't have to go to war at such a young age, his wish would be fulfilled.

A humble thought, it shouldn't have appeared on Uchiha Madara.

However, at this moment, Uchiha Madara was not the centenarian living in hiding in the underground cave.

Being excessively young, he was actually an ambitious youth who wasn't good at expressing his emotions.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have become friends with Hashirama.

Unfortunately, in the cannibalistic Warring States Period, his wish was as difficult to achieve as unifying the Five Great Nations.

War never ceased. Even if the Uchiha and Senju united one day, there would still be threats from the other four countries.

Wars between nations would only become more brutal.

When the contradictions between countries were resolved in the future, Black Zetsu would not stand idly by; he would constantly instigate disputes between people.

At that time, the Land of Fire would inevitably be implicated.

Fine, even if several people joined forces to completely defeat Otsutsuki Kaguya, there would still be other threats lurking in the shadows.

Sooner or later, the Otsutsuki from the universe would arrive.

Not many were needed; ten enemies of Kaguya and Isshiki's level would be enough to destroy the entire Earth.

Peace?

It wasn't that easy.

Kyosuke couldn't explain these words to the Dance King, but he could express his views on the matter of the village.

"Don't worry, a village will be established sooner or later," Kyosuke said calmly, to Madara's surprised gaze. "The specific time depends on when you and Hashirama can grasp the power."

"Once you completely control the Uchiha and secure the position of Clan Head, you can marry Hashirama then."

Upon hearing this, Madara frowned in confusion. "You're talking nonsense again, but what you're saying makes sense. I hope that idiot can also figure this out."

"You mean Hashirama," Kyosuke said meaningfully. "He's much smarter than you think."

"Madara, the truly foolish one is you."

Land of Fire, Western Battlefield, the Uzumaki Clan's pre-war base.

"Father!"

Inside the tent, Uzumaki Ashina, with his head full of red hair, was reading documents.

He was in his prime, not the white-haired old man he would become later.

Under normal circumstances, the Uzumaki clan had a lifespan far exceeding that of normal people. Even when on the verge of death, they generally wouldn't show obvious signs of white hair.

Clearly, Uzumaki Ashina's death likely had other hidden reasons, probably related to the sealing jutsu he was researching.

For example, the method of sealing the Tailed Beasts.

For example, creating a Sealing Jutsu master connected to the Shinigami.

Of course, these were all studies he conducted in private, and outsiders were almost completely unaware.

For Uzumaki Ashina, the most troublesome matter at the moment was how to send away the fierce young girl before him.

Seeing her father lost in thought, the girl forcefully slammed the table, nearly overturning the entire desk.

The girl possessed a delicate face, with long red hair tied into twin buns, and a crown-like ornament on her head.

As her hair fluttered, a diamond-shaped mark on her forehead could be seen.

She was none other than the princess of the Land of Whirlpools, Uzumaki Mito.

"Father!" she roared ferociously, pulling out an intelligence report and thrusting it almost into her father's face.

"The Uchiha reinforcements are about to arrive."

"Oh," Uzumaki Ashina nodded indifferently, showing no signs of panic.

He was the one who founded the Land of Whirlpools, a powerhouse, not just of this era, but the greatest Sealing Jutsu master of the past thousand years.

What need was there to pay special attention to two brats who were still in diapers?

If he had the spare time, he might as well continue perfecting the sealing Ninjutsu of the Adamantine Sealing Chains.

Seeing her father's indifferent demeanor, the pouting Mito quickly turned and left, feeling that her father was excessively proud and arrogant.

How powerful an opponent the Uchiha were, it was impossible to overstate their importance.

The Uzumaki Clan had to give their all if they chose to intervene in the war.

Only by forming the deepest possible alliance with the Senju could the Land of Whirlpools ensure generations of peace and security.

First, the Uchiha must be completely eliminated; this was the prerequisite for both sides to form an offensive and defensive alliance.

In Mito's eyes, her father's current complacency was a betrayal of trust.

After all, Senju Butsuma was no saint, and offending him would put the Land of Whirlpools in a precarious position.

"No, I must do something."

Mito, accustomed to taking the initiative, decided to head to the front lines herself to meet the two commanders who were around her age.

"Speaking of which, the Uchiha really have no one left if anyone can become a divisional commander."

It was clear the young girl did not believe those two had any real substance.

Rumors?

They were just to fool idiots. Without fabricating a few geniuses, how could Uchiha Tajima smoothly transfer power?

In the end, these were just the common tactics of family succession.

"Let me, Uzumaki Mito, expose their true colors."

The young girl tossed her twin buns and led her personal guard out.