At that time, Uchiha Kazu Senju Clan conquered the world together. Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama were called the "Two Heroes". What a glorious scene Uchiha Clan was.
Later, Madara left, Hashirama died, and Uchiha began to be excluded, monitored, and driven to the edge of the village.
He spent his whole life in that kind of depression.
He thought that Uchiha would go on like this forever.
Suffering and lingering, until one day, completely disappeared in the long river of history.
But now--
He saw hope.
A young man spent several years building such a successful career in Kumogakure.
A young man who was so beloved by the people of Kumogakure that Third Raikage personally nominated him as his successor.
A young man brought them, the exiles who had left their homes, to this new land.
"Father." His grandson, a teenage boy, suddenly said, "Is that man in red armor Lord Shaoyu?"
Kazuo nodded.
"It's him."
The boy's eyes lit up.
"He's so powerful!" The young man's voice was full of admiration, "I heard someone say that he hit ten thousand Iwagakures by himself! He also killed seven thousand! He forced all Tsuchikages to surrender!"
Kazuo looked at his grandson's excited face and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Yes." He said, "He is very powerful."
"I will be as powerful as him in the future!" The young man clenched his fists, "I want to become Kumogakure's ninja and protect everyone like Master Shaoyu!"
Kazuo's eyes turned red again.
He reached out his hand and gently touched his grandson's head.
"Okay." His voice was choked with sobs, "Good boy, ambitious."
Next to him, a middle-aged woman gently pulled her husband's sleeve.
"His father." She whispered, "We... really made the right choice?"
The husband glanced at her, then looked at the red figure in the distance, and was silent for a moment.
Then he nodded.
"We made the right choice." He said, his voice was very soft but firm, "We made the right choice."
The woman's eyes were red.
"I... I thought... I would regret leaving Konoha..." she murmured, "Now it seems... lucky... lucky to be here..."
The husband held her hand.
"Yes." He said, "Fortunately I'm here."
In the crowd, more and more people began to have red eyes.
Not because of sadness, but because of emotion.
It's because I see hope.
A young mother hugged her child and whispered to her child.
"Baby, have you seen that person? That's Master Shaoyu. He brought us here. From now on, you will grow up here and you will no longer have to be scolded as 'evil Uchiha' like your mother did when she was a child."
The child didn't understand, he just babbling and laughing.
His mother hugged him tightly and shed tears silently.
A middle-aged ninja looked at the red figure in the distance and murmured, "Master Shaoyu, thank you. My life will be yours from now on."
An old man, leaning on a cane, said tremblingly, "I have been waiting for this day for a lifetime."
A young man clenched his fists, his eyes flashing. "I will be as strong as Mr. Shaoyu in the future!"
A girl, looking at the red figure, blushed on her face. "Shaoyu Master... so handsome..."
The welcoming crowd gradually dispersed and the cheers gradually died down.
Shaoyu stood at the entrance of the village, looking at the reluctant villagers with a faint smile on his lips.
Behind him, the ten Jonin who had followed him all the way back had gone home, leaving only Shisui and Lianhuo still with him.
"Brother." Shisui said softly, "Are you tired? Go back and rest?"
Shaoyu shook his head.
"There's no rush." He said, "Let's go see the tribe first."
Shisui was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
He knew what the elder brother meant. The more than six hundred new tribesmen were brought out from Konoha by the elder brother himself.
They are still unfamiliar with Kumogakure and are still worried about their future life. What they need most at this moment is the appearance of their big brother.
Even just showing up can put them at ease.
"Let's go." Shaoyu said.
The three of them walked towards the temporary residence of the Uchiha clan.
The temporary station is located in the center of Kumogakure.
It was a few years ago that Third Raikage personally assigned the residence to the first batch of defectors Uchiha.
There were only a few dozen people at that time, and it was more than enough to live here. There was space in the yard for training, and the house was simple but adequate for living. Most importantly, it was a place of their own.
But now, more than 600 people live here.
Shaoyu stood at the door of the station, looking at the bustling crowd inside, frowning slightly.
It's really small.
The open space in the yard was filled with temporary tents, and the originally spacious training ground was now packed with people.
The old man was sitting by the tent basking in the sun, the children were chasing and playing in the narrow open space, the young people were practicing Taijutsu in the corner, and the woman was busy cooking in front of the makeshift stove.
He stepped into the station.
"Master Shaoyu is back!"
Someone yelled, and the entire station immediately started to boil.
"Shaoyu Master!"
"Master Shaoyu is back!"
People came from all directions and gathered around him, their eyes full of expectation and gratitude.
The old man was holding a cane, the child was squeezed in the gap between the crowd, and the woman was holding the baby on tiptoe. Everyone wanted to get closer to him, and everyone wanted to say a word to him.
"Master Shaoyu, are you okay?"
"Sir Shaoyu, I heard that you hit ten thousand Iwagakure by yourself?"
"Master Shaoyu, when can we settle down?"
Various voices came and went.
Shaoyu raised his hand to signal them to be quiet.
The crowd gradually became quiet, and everyone looked at him.
Shaoyu's eyes swept over these faces, some were familiar, some were unfamiliar, some were young, and some were old. Every face was filled with expectation and trust.
He took a deep breath and spoke.
"Everyone." His voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, "I have wronged you these past few days."
Some people in the crowd shook their heads and some waved their hands.
"No grievance, no grievance!"
"Shaoyu-sama, please don't say that!"
"If we can follow you out, we won't feel wronged!"
Shaoyu smiled.
He said, "But this place is indeed too small. Crowding more than 600 people into a place with dozens of people is not a long-term solution."
He paused.
"So, I will find you a bigger place. A place that truly belongs to us."
There was a burst of cheers from the crowd.
"Long live Lord Shaoyu!"
"We believe in you!"
Shaoyu raised his hand to signal them to be quiet.
"But before that, you have to squeeze in for a few more days." He said, "I will pick you up after I have settled everything."
No one has any complaints.
They believe Shaoyu.
Trust the man who brought them out of Konoha.