Late at night, past eleven, Hashirama Senju stood atop a tall building, looking down at the brilliantly lit Daimyo Residence.
Compared to thirty-four years ago, the Daimyo Residence had expanded greatly. Traffic flowed endlessly through its streets, and it was far more prosperous than before.
Thinking of the current Konoha, which had barely changed from when he died, a complicated, indescribable emotion welled up in Hashirama Senju's heart. "Thirty-four years... The Daimyo Residence has developed into this, while Konoha has stood still..."
Uchiha Sanpo said calmly, "The Sarutobi, Shimura, Utatane, and Mito Clans have been sucking Konoha's blood this whole time. The funds they embezzled would be enough to rebuild three Konohas."
Hashirama Senju asked briefly, "What's your plan?"
Uchiha Sanpo took a finely drawn map from his coat and spread it out over the rock.
"We disguise ourselves as two samurai and use Shadow Clone Technique against the enemy. We start with the Mito Clan in the northern city and clear them clockwise."
His finger drew a circle over the map. "Then the Shimura in the western city, the Utatane in the southern city, and finally the Sarutobi Clan in the eastern city. That old bastard Sarutobi Hiruzen has to be saved for last."
Then he took two sets of samurai equipment he had prepared in advance from a Storage Scroll.
A while later, they had put on black iron armor and guards, sharp longswords at their waists, and dragon-shaped iron masks on their faces, making it impossible to see their true appearances.
Uchiha Sanpo said softly, "First Hokage, we're not here to kill, so control your strength. Just take all their money. Maybe I'll come visit them again next time!"
Hashirama Senju touched the black katana. "Don't worry, I'll spare their lives... After all, death would be too