Tobirama Senju Senju's Frustration: Just Thinking About What He'd Have to Face in the Future Made Him Sick!

The scenery along the Naka River was beautiful. Hashirama stood before a group of clan chiefs, full of vigor and determination, promising to build a peaceful village where children would never have to go to war again.

The eldest brother's ideals were too pure and too simplistic. With only his sincerity and unparalleled fighting prowess, he simply couldn't maintain the long-term stability of a ninja village.

Tonight, Hashirama finally understood the painstaking efforts and schemes he had kept hidden for years.

After the Hashirama left, the candlelight in the study continued to burn quietly, its warm yellow glow spreading across the desk and illuminating the clear lines of the documents throughout the room.

Tobirama put aside the pile of official business at hand, leaned back slightly in his chair, and slowly closed his eyes.

All the chaotic moments of tonight flashed through my mind, one by one.

Natsu's chilling, apocalyptic warnings, Hashirama's silent and restrained loneliness, Hashirama's rare display of confusion and self-doubt, and his own profound understanding of the Uchiha Clan, which he had never revealed to anyone before.

The fragmented images kept piecing together and interlocking, eventually forming a heavy question that loomed over my mind, one I could no longer avoid.

He opened his eyes, picked up his pen, and wrote on the blank page of the open Forbidden Technique notebook.

The handwriting was cold, hard, and neat, with the usual rigor and restraint, as two names were steadily written down— Hashirama Senju Madara Uchiha.

A horizontal line was drawn between the two names. Then, he paused slightly and gently drew a heavy question mark next to Madara Uchiha's name.

In another world, Madara finally went completely berserk.

The final battle at the Valley of the End became the end of his life, and also a heartache that Hashirama could never heal, leaving him entangled in regret and sin for the rest of his life.

What about the world?

The fingers gripping the pen tightened subtly, so much so that the pads of the fingers turned bluish-white.

He didn't need to deceive himself; the answer had already taken root in his heart long ago.

As long as Ban is still alive, the risk of him going completely out of control will never be completely eliminated.

This was never because Ban was inherently evil; quite the opposite, it was because he was too sentimental and too persistent.

His Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan was opened by stepping over Izuna Uchiha's blood;

The ideal of peace that he upheld Hashirama his life was supported and carried forward by Hashirama himself.

These two things were Ban's only obsession in his life, more precious than his own life.

But ironically, they were all firmly in the hands of the Senju Clan.

Izuna Uchiha died from his Flying Thunder God Slash Hashirama. Hashirama was his lifelong friend and the leader of the Senju Clan.

Madara could trust Hashirama a day or a year, willingly staying in Konoha and protecting this peace.

But can this heavy trust really last a lifetime?

If one day in the future, Hashirama suddenly passes away;

If the Konoha higher-ups betrays their original aspirations and completely betrays the Uchiha;

If all that remains in Madara's Mangekyo Sharingan vision is endless loss, years of accumulated hatred, and unfulfilled expectations... then the first person he will confront and settle scores with will be himself.

Therefore, he must prepare a worst-case scenario plan in advance.

It wasn't aimed at Madara, who was peacefully guarding the village at the moment, but rather at guarding against that unknown future where all bonds were broken and completely out of control.

Tobirama lightly touched the pen to the name of Hashirama Senju, his gaze calm.

If that day truly comes, the only one in the entire Ninja World capable of directly confronting Madara in his rampage will be his elder brother.

To preserve the last vestige of balance, a way must be found to bring the departed Hashirama back from the Pure Land to the mortal realm.

Impure World Reincarnation.

This Forbidden Technique was initially just a fleeting idea in his mind, created solely to reverse the tide of battle.

However, due to its extremely strong backlash, high risks, and violation of natural law and human ethics, even he, who has always dared to research Forbidden Technique, has been slow to push it to perfection.

But now, this technique must be put on the research and development agenda completely.

Could Hashirama alone truly suppress Madara, who had completely lost his reason and was acting recklessly?

not necessarily.

He still needs a second trump card, a second force capable of matching Madara Uchiha's top-tier fighting power.

The pen tip hovered over the blank space on the paper, hesitant to fall.

The candlelight flickered slightly, casting shifting shadows on the pages, and the internal struggle and weighing of emotions reached its peak at that moment.

After a long while, he took a deep breath, suppressing his resistance and awkwardness, and slammed his pen heavily onto the paper.

Izuna Uchiha.

Upon seeing these three words, Tobirama's brows instantly furrowed, so tightly they could almost trap fine sand.

This was the Uchiha he hated most and least wanted to be associated with in his life.

Compared to Madara, who is reasonable and has a strong sense of justice, Izuna Uchiha is stubborn, ruthless, and disregards all rules.

In past battles, there were never any probing or idle talk; every move was deadly, with the sole aim of taking the other's life.

He ended Izuna Uchiha's life with the Flying Thunder God Slash, a clean and decisive move. However, in that battle, Izuna Uchiha also left several deep, bone-revealing scars on his body, which have remained year after year, becoming marks that accompany him throughout his life.

Who could have imagined that, to this day, he would personally drag this mortal enemy back from the Pure Land to the mortal world, and put aside their blood feud to sit down and negotiate with him, and fight the enemy side by side?

Tobirama slammed his pen down on the desk with a clean, decisive motion, then leaned back heavily in his chair, pressing his throbbing, aching temples with his hand, feeling utterly bewildered.

He could even vividly picture the comical yet jarring scene in his mind.

The day after he completed the final hand seal of the Impure World Reincarnation, dust churned, and Izuna Uchiha's figure coalesced from the dust.

The moment that person opened his eyes, he would not listen to a word of explanation; he would only instinctively search for a weapon, attempting to strike him again and recreate the fierce battle of yesteryear.

Immediately following was that arrogant expression etched into his very bones; as he slowly and methodically wiped the blade, he uttered words of utter sarcasm, each one piercing to the heart's weak spot:

"Ha, Tobirama Senju? I never thought you'd end up like this, having to resurrect me to cover for you. What, your all-powerful older brother has finally realized he raised a useless, good-for-nothing younger brother?"

The more I think about it, the more frustrated I become; the more I think about it, the more absurd it seems.

Reviving Izuna Uchiha, joining forces with his lifelong nemesis to stop the rampaging Madara Uchiha, safeguarding the peace that Hashirama had Hashirama Konoha... If this were to be told, it would probably be the most ridiculous joke in the entire Ninja World.

But in the end, he didn't pick up a pen to cross out that name.

Within the Ninja World, apart from Izuna Uchiha, no one else could use the bond of blood ties between brothers to briefly slow Madara down and shake his mind when he had completely lost his mind.

The world sees the Senju Clan and Uchiha as mortal enemies, but only he knows that he and Izuna Uchiha share a similarity that others don't understand. They both fought with all their might to stand shoulder to shoulder with their brothers, and they both personally experienced the extreme pain of being separated from their loved ones forever.

If Madara were to truly meet an irreversible and destructive end, the one who could bail out this worst disaster would never be the Elder of Konoha, nor the younger generation of ninjas, but only the risky game that Tobirama Senju had laid out.

To protect the village that Hashirama had painstakingly built, and to prevent that pure and sincere ideal of peace from ultimately becoming a bloody joke, he had no way out.

He resurrected his most hated nemesis and put aside his lifelong grudges to cooperate with him.

This was the most comprehensive and resolute worst-case plan that Tobirama Senju, who was always calm, rational, and always planned carefully, could make for Konoha and for his brother.