Make Konoha Great Again!

The dinner prepared by the children was relatively rough, but enjoying the fruits of one's own labor added a great deal of flavor to the meal.

Yamanaka Chujiu also told a few short stories to further set the mood, coordinating with the Heart Severing Realm to stir the emotions of everyone present.

As the atmosphere grew increasingly fervent, Yamanaka Chujiu clearly felt the limit he had vaguely sensed before.

He knew that for him, the most critical turning point had arrived.

Glancing at Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Shisui, he hesitated for a moment before making up his mind.

He tapped his bowl to capture everyone's attention, then began to speak: "Today, we created a miracle in Konoha."

"Some said it would take three years to successfully reclaim this wasteland, but we did it in a single day!"

"Some said it was impossible to harvest in winter, yet we successfully harvested our crops and even got to eat them!"

The children laughed heartily. Uchiha Itachi's face flushed slightly, but surprisingly, he felt no embarrassment; instead, he felt his heart open up, filled with the joy of resonating with others.

Yamanaka Chujiu waved his hand and continued: "The Konoha we live in was, from the very beginning, the product of a miracle."

"Fifty years ago, everyone believed that peace between shinobi clans was impossible, but the First Hokage did not believe it, and Uchiha Madara... did not believe it either!"

"Those two great shinobi cast aside their narrow-minded hatred and joined hands to sow the seeds of peace upon this land. From that moment on, Konoha was born, and the era of shinobi villages began."

"Some say the era of shinobi villages is worse than the Warring States Period. In the thirty-six years since the First Hokage passed away, twenty full years have been spent at war. Furthermore, the scale of the shinobi participating has expanded crazily, from hundreds or thousands to tens of thousands."

"They are right, but they are also wrong!"

"The scale of war has grown, and the death toll in individual battles has increased, but they fail to see that there are places in the shinobi world that have not seen the flames of war for many years, and many people are no longer forced into displacement by conflict."

"At least within the Five Great Nations, such places exist, and aside from Kirigakure, the Five Great Shinobi Villages are relatively peaceful."

"Therefore, Konoha is a place where miracles are born!"

Uchiha Shisui and Uchiha Itachi stood up in excitement, clapping desperately.

Finally, someone had acknowledged the contributions of the Uchiha, and that person was none other than their trusted senior, Yamanaka Chujiu.

Both of them were so moved they were on the verge of tears.

The other children looked at the two Uchiha with surprise, thinking to themselves that the Uchiha were the clan that founded Konoha—no wonder they were so proud.

Under the twenty years of tireless effort by Shimura Danzō, and the intentional or unintentional suppression by the Third Hokage, the reputation of the Uchiha was truly poor.

The children had only accepted Itachi and Shisui out of respect for Yamanaka Chujiu.

Now, hearing Yamanaka Chujiu speak the true history, their feelings naturally shifted.

Thinking of the hard work the two had put in today and their enthusiastic attitude toward everyone, a sense of closeness arose spontaneously, giving them the feeling that "we are all on the same side."

Yamanaka Chujiu waited for the emotions to brew. Although he remained silent, the Heart Severing Realm was operating at full capacity, maintaining the children's high spirits and preparing for the next wave of momentum.

"However..."

"Is today's Konoha still a land of miracles?"

"Would a true land of miracles allow the Senju Clan, who founded the village, to vanish without a trace?"

Kazamatsuri Harume silently clenched her fists, her teeth biting tightly together.

"Would a true land of miracles treat the Uchiha Clan, who also founded the village, as enemies to be guarded against and despised?"

Uchiha Shisui's pupils constricted as he recalled the encirclement by Root on the Night of the Nine-Tails and the increasingly intense conflicts of the past few days; his eyes unconsciously activated the Sharingan.

"Would a true land of miracles allow the clans that joined at the beginning to decline one by one until they perished?"

"Would a true land of miracles treat ten-year-old children as shinobi, throwing them onto the battlefield to slaughter fierce enemies?"

Every time Yamanaka Chujiu posed a question, the children shouted "No!" in response. The voices grew louder and louder, and by the third time, it was like a roar of rage.

"No!"

"No!!"

"Absolutely not!!!"

Yamanaka Chujiu suddenly stopped. He met the eyes of all fifty-five children simultaneously, and a mysterious connection gradually formed between them.

It was not a thread of mental power, but a more miraculous thread of faith.

But the connection was tightest, of course, with his first believer, Uchiha Itachi. The thread of faith had not only completely solidified into shape, but a continuous stream of power of faith was pouring over.

It was not spiritual power, nor was it the power of emotion; it was the power of faith truly condensed from belief.

Just a small amount of the power of faith from this child, Uchiha Itachi, poured into Yamanaka Chujiu's heart, evolving into a sun within his soul.

Or, according to the terminology of Eastern immortal cultivation, it condensed a Void Elixir—the embryonic form of a Golden Core.

This Golden Core was not the one formed by shattering a nascent soul, but the Great Dao Golden Core of "swallowing a grain of golden elixir into the belly, my fate is determined by me, not by the heavens."

Yamanaka Chujiu understood in his heart: his critical turning point had arrived!

Just as the emotional brewing reached its peak, Yamanaka Chujiu stood up so that everyone could see him.

He said loudly: "Konoha should not be like this!"

"The Konoha of the First Hokage was bathed in the radiance of ideals; the Konoha of the Second Hokage continued to prosper through rational planning; the Konoha of the Fourth Hokage was brief like a flash of lightning, yet filled with hope."

Under the rule of the Third Hokage, everyone in Konoha was shrouded in the shadow of failure and faced a terrifying threat known as the "Execution Line."

Even if they encountered just a single accident, a ninja and their family would be silently executed, with absolutely no chance for self-preservation.

Commoner ninjas were in constant danger, and even the powerful ninja clans were not safe.

The Senju are finished, the Uzumaki are finished, and the Hatake, Kurama, Shiranui, Gekko, and Kato clans are either extinct or down to their last remaining member.

Admit it! You cannot stand the hypocrisy of Hiruzen Sarutobi!

Admit it! You cannot stand the evil deeds of Shimura Danzō even more!

It cannot go on like this; we must stand up and oppose the evil rule of Hiruzen Sarutobi!

We must let Konoha shine once again with the glorious ideals of the First Hokage and the rationality of the Second Hokage!

We must make Konoha great again!

Uchiha Itachi jumped up: "Make Konoha great again!"

Uchiha Shisui raised his arms and shouted: "Make Konoha great again!"

Just a little more, just a little more!

Yamanaka Chujiu took a deep breath and shouted to all the children: "We are the hope of Konoha, the future, and the heirs to the great cause of the First Hokage!"

"We will surely succeed!!"

The infusion of a sense of ownership completely ignited the children's passion; everyone jumped up, hugging each other and cheering.

Lines of faith converged, and wisps of the power of faith flowed in.

Yamanaka Chujiu gasped for air, having crossed the threshold of his limits.