For the great nations, the [Kage] was necessary. When war came, they needed one unified voice.
As for the daimyo, they were merely products of the times.
During the First's era, the daimyo of the Land of Fire had been so afraid that Konoha, with its military and government as one, would destroy him that he had chosen to marry into the Senju.
Thanks to the bloodline passed down through generations, that blood-based legacy and the Senju name had allowed the Tokugawa clan to weather the crisis.
But that security only held when dealing with the Hokage's side. My Uchiha clan had never been on the same page as the daimyo's faction.
He had killed his own brother and a group of younger siblings. To make such a decisive call under these sudden circumstances, Tokugawa Ryuji had a cold heart. He was definitely a ruthless man.
Unfortunately for him, he had run into someone even more ruthless—and someone whose strength was so overwhelming it defied reason.
Things had already slipped beyond his control.
A pitch-black chakra sword had silently plunged into the ground in front of Tokugawa Ryuji. Though its blade looked slender, it had easily pierced his shoe, slipping between his toes and stabbing into the stone beneath. That immense power was a warning.
Veins bulged on Tokugawa Ryuji's forehead. Fear showed plainly in his eyes, yet he forced a smile onto his lips.
He did his best to look harmless.
It wasn't that he hadn't considered fighting back. He already had.
But he had made a mistake all the same: he had misjudged Uchiha Yuji's strength.
His Guardian Shinobi had once told him that even the Hokage of Konoha could be overwhelmed by sheer numbers—that with enough lives, they could pile up until he was dead. And they