Is This System's Surname Qin?
Konoha Year 1
Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara joined forces to end the Sengoku period, and with the power of the two strongest ninja clans, they established the first ninja village in the history of the Ninja World in the heart of the Land of Fire.
That village was named -- Konohagakure).
With the support of numerous ninjas and the general public, Senju Hashirama was revered as the First Hokage, becoming a symbol of peace and power.
Uchiha Madara, as one of the village's top decision-makers, worked with Hashirama to plan and build the future. They fought side by side and swore an oath to rewrite the fate of ninjas.
However--
Even the most ideal land can eventually sow the seeds of cracks.
With the system initially established and power taking shape, the village appeared prosperous on the surface, but undercurrents were lurking beneath.
Council affairs and management gradually came under the control of the Senju Clan, while the Uchiha Clan, despite being the founders, were quietly excluded from the core.
Madara noticed.
Those vows of "joint construction" seem to have been nothing more than Hashirama's monologue from the very beginning.
The co-governance he desired is gradually evolving into a system where "the Senju Clan are in charge and the Uchiha Clan vassals."
Hashirama still tried to resolve the rift with compassion, but Madara silently realized that this peace came at the cost of wariness and sacrifice towards the Uchiha Clan.
Silence, transformed into a fire in the heart.
He stood atop the mountain, overlooking Konoha, the land of hope he and Hashirama had built with their own hands, now fading further and further away.
The kaleidoscope spun silently, and a murderous intent began to emerge in his eyes.
"Peace? That's just the leftovers after the Uchiha Clan were sacrificed."
He sneered, just about to turn and leave—
Just then--
--Buzz!
An unusual tremor erupted from the void!
The world seemed to freeze in an instant, and Madara whirled around, his Sharingan instantly activating!
His eyes flashed with vigilance and killing intent, the ground beneath his feet trembled slightly, Chakra surged forth like flames.
That's neither the Flying Thunder God Technique nor a space-time Summoning Technique.
Without any medium or ripples, a figure slowly emerged from the almost imperceptible spatial "tear" as space was torn apart.
Madara acted decisively, taking a step forward with a Susanoo instantly condensed beside him, resembling a god or demon, and the violent Chakra bent all the trees!
That was his trump card.
"Who?" Ban shouted sharply, his tone already filled with murderous intent.
The man wore a long black robe with gold patterns, had a young face, and his black hair fluttered in the wind.
He stood there, like a crack between heaven and earth, his composure so profound it sent shivers down one's spine.
Ban's eyes narrowed suddenly, a strong sense of alarm rising in his mind.
He keenly sensed the aura emanating from that person—not the familiar fluctuations of Chakra, but a more primal, higher-level pressure, as if a divine mandate were pressing down upon him, as if a god were descending upon the world.
That was not any of the auras of his clansmen that he recognized.
It was neither like the Uchiha Clan's Fire Pulse, nor the Senju Clan's Life Flow, nor the Uzumaki Clan's Sealing Echo.
However, the man's facial features had a strange sense of déjà vu.
Black hair, deep eyes, a cold and composed expression, and an aloofness and majesty that emanated from his very bones... he was just like Indra, whose name was engraved on the stone statue in the tribe.
A strange mix of familiarity and unfamiliarity made Ban increasingly uneasy.
He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips forming a precise Fire Style hand seal, his eyes as cold as frost:
"Who exactly are you?" Madara asked coldly, his gaze sharp as a knife. "You wear the Uchiha Clan crest, yet you exude an aura and power I've never seen before."
He didn't act rashly. The man showed neither hostility nor respect, as if he were... surveying the ground beneath his feet.
This is the most dangerous enemy.
An unfamiliar "Uchiha Clan".
A bizarre way of arriving.
An aura that oppresses the very soul, yet it is entirely different from Chakra.
Madara's gaze narrowed slightly, and he had already made up his mind: this person was not an ordinary ninja, but more like some kind of "legacy" that had been hidden until now, or a "ultimate means" carefully laid out by some force.
Possibilities raced through his mind.
Are they hidden weapons from other major powers? Are they forbidden techniques experiments by the Uzumaki Clan? Or... yet another covert deployment by the Senju Clan?
If this person has malicious intentions--
Today, even if it means staining the mountains and rivers with blood, he will protect Konoha!
"State your identity and purpose." Madara's tone was as cold as ice. "If you dare to covet this land, I will show you what the wrath of Uchiha Madara truly means."
The newcomer nodded slightly, his tone calm yet authoritative. "My name is Uchiha Yoru."
"Uchiha Clan?" Madara's expression remained unchanged, but his pupils contracted slightly, his vigilance increasing. "The surname Uchiha Clan isn't something anyone can just casually utter."
"The way you appeared, the aura of your power... it's all too unfamiliar, too incongruous."
Uchiha Yoru didn't offer any further explanation. He simply raised his hand, and a metal artifact slowly appeared in the void, shaped like a tortoise shell with strange patterns.
Ban narrowed his eyes. The fluctuations on the artifact gave him a vague sense of déjà vu, as if "cause and effect" were being forcibly distorted!
He stopped asking.
A person who is too strong but doesn't explain himself is dangerous.
Ban snorted coldly, and the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan suddenly bloomed!
--Fire Style: Dragon Flame Song Technique!
Four fire dragons roared out, intertwining like snakes, and suddenly pounced towards Uchiha Yoru in mid-air!
The Susanoo skeleton appeared behind him, its overwhelming power surging to the heavens!
However--
Uchiha Yoru remained motionless, not even his Chakra was visible; he merely glanced at him.
"Smack."
The space trembled.
Uchiha Yoru's figure vanished instantly before Madara's eyes, as if he had never existed.
Not even a trace of scorch marks remained.
Madara froze in mid-air, his Chakra frozen at his fingertips, and the Kakkō stopped before his eyes.
The wind has calmed, and the clouds have stopped.
He withdrew his Ninjutsu, stared at the air where he had just poured out his power, and remained silent for a long time.
"Instantly disengage from the battlefield, without relying on Flying Thunder God..."
He whispered, his pupils contracted, and his gaze gradually darkened.
That person didn't even come to fight.
He glanced at him once, then disappeared.
That look in his eyes carried neither provocation nor hostility, as if—as if he were merely the first piece placed on the chessboard, while his opponent stood already beyond the endgame.
"Who is he... what does he want...?"
The wind whipped his cloak, and Ban stood atop the mountain, a long-forgotten complex emotion resurfacing in his eyes.
This newly established village, this land he and Hashirama created together... can it truly last?
For the first time, he felt a profound unease.
Perhaps, a war he cannot see has already quietly begun.
[Bite--]
[Time-space anchor point update detected]
[Main quest phase activated: Unify the Ninja World of this timeline]
[Random Mission: Resist the invasion of the Otsutsuki Clan from different timelines!]
Uchiha Yoru appeared from another mountain peak, his expression calm, looking down at this nascent world.
"Intrusion?"
"These guys are really blessed with good fortune..."
A cold glint flashed in Uchiha Yoru's eyes.
"But, is it unification again?"
He chuckled softly, "This system, is it probably surnamed Qin?"