A Hundred Years From Now, What Will You Have Left?

That night, Toji returned home.

Uchiha Chiri had already prepared a table full of hot dishes and was waiting for him.

That was one of the benefits of marriage: he could eat a warm meal at home instead of Ichiraku Ramen every day.

Even before the person closest to him, Toji deliberately put on a heavy-hearted, grief-stricken appearance. His acting was flawless, naturally drawing Uchiha Chiri's attention.

"Dear, did something go wrong with adopting Orochimaru?"

"No." Toji shook his head. "I've already taken Orochimaru in as my adopted son. He just wanted to keep living where he used to live and stay by his mother's side, so I agreed."

"Then what exactly—"

"Something happened to the Hokage."

Toji's voice was slow and heavy as he told Uchiha Chiri of Hashirama's death.

Chiri's face filled with shock. "How could it be so sudden? I saw him just a few days ago. He was clearly doing fine then."

Her reaction reflected that of most Konoha residents.

Konoha was not yet ready to lose Hashirama.

A sense of crisis instinctively rose within Chiri, and her mood grew heavy as well.

Over the past few years, every ninja village had steadily developed under the peaceful circumstances.

With Hashirama Senju dead, the current state of the Shinobi World would likely be difficult to maintain. Hashirama's lingering influence would not vanish overnight, but no one could predict how things would develop with time.

No one could say for certain that war would once again sweep across the Shinobi World as it had during the Warring States Period. But neither did anyone dare guarantee that war would never come.

The naive but capable Hashirama was dead. Next, Konoha would continue moving forward under the realistic Tobirama.

Konoha would inevitably make arrangements and adjustments in advance.

Toji noticed