Uchiha King's Doubts

The entire office fell into a deathly silence; even the faintest breathing could not be heard.

After a long silence, Uchiha King broke it once again.

He turned and sat back in the main seat, gently pushing aside the topographical map on the table that was more than half marked. He crossed his hands in front of the table, his expression sincere and solemn.

"I will tell you everything you want to know, without reservation."

"But I also want to ask you a question first. Where exactly do you come from? What is the state of the Uchiha from that other world now?"

Natsu took his seat at the end of the long table, with Yaoyu and Yakumi standing guard on either side of him.

Ban then calmly sat down beside him, exuding a composed aura and silently maintaining order.

You may ask any questions.

Natsu's tone remained calm and unhurried, as still as water. Only those who knew him well could hear the weight beneath that calmness, a weight powerful enough to overturn the entire Ninja World.

"But I also have a few questions that you need to answer truthfully. They concern your predictions about the future of the Ninja World, the path you plan for the Uchiha, and, more importantly, how much you are willing to pay and how much risk you are willing to take for the future of this clan."

He raised his eyes to look at Uchiha King in the main seat. His scarlet Sharingan was clear and bright, without a trace of hostility, only extremely calm scrutiny and weighing.

"If your answer satisfies me, I will bestow upon you a trump card. A trump card that will allow the Uchiha to break free from the shackles of fate, establish a permanent foothold in this Ninja World, and be free from the threat of annihilation."

As soon as he finished speaking, all eyes in the room focused on the boy from another world.

The arrogance of the Kaguya Clan, the coldness of Yuki, and the prudence of Ashina Uzumaki were all replaced by a mixture of curiosity, awe, and anticipation.

Everyone waited quietly, waiting for Natsu's questions, waiting for Uchiha King's answers, waiting for a conversation that could rewrite the fate of the Uchiha to slowly begin.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush."

Natsu leaned back slightly, casually resting on the chair back, her posture exuding a sense of pressure.

"You can foresee the threat posed by the Ōtsutsuki Clan and glimpse the future trajectory of the Ninja World. It seems we are of the same kind—fellow countrymen who have ventured beyond this pristine world to the true future."

His gaze fell lightly on Uchiha King in front of him, his tone straightforward and frank, without the slightest concealment.

"Your vision and future path are ultimately confined by the rules of this Ninja World."

But I'm different; I don't belong here.

"This arrival was ultimately an accident; I never intended to get involved in the conflicts of this era."

"But since you're here, I'll acknowledge your courage."

Natsu's assessment was exceptionally fair. At a time when the entire Uchiha Clan had sided with the Senju Clan and were trapped in the shackles of Konoha, it was Jin who, under immense pressure, managed to lead a branch of the clan away, avoiding the inevitable bloodshed. Such decisiveness and courage were rare even among the contemporary Ninja World.

"Following the original trajectory, I won't stay in this world for long. Senior Madara will eventually leave with me."

With a gentle touch, he shattered the deepest scheme in Jin's heart.

"This unexpected turn of events is enough to disrupt all your plans. Whether it's the upcoming Battle of the Valley of the End, or your secret hope that Madara will become completely disillusioned with Konoha and move to Flame Ninja Village, it will most likely all fall through."

The moment those words were spoken, the composed smile on Uchiha King's face shattered, and his expression subtly changed.

A bitter helplessness crept into his eyes, and he let out a low, bitter laugh.

"So, Lord Madara was ultimately going to leave with you."

He readily admitted his predicament, without putting on a brave face.

"Now, my entire plan has indeed been disrupted. To be honest, the current Flame Ninja Village doesn't have the strength to confront Hashirama Senju head-on. Without Lord Madara's presence, I can't hold this up alone."

Outsiders may not know, but Jin knows perfectly well that the Super-Kage Level level in the Ninja World has never been on the same level.

His current strength has already reached the threshold of Super-Kage Level level, easily surpassing Tobirama Senju. He would be a top-tier powerhouse capable of commanding any battlefield.

However, there is an insurmountable chasm between those who have reached the level of a Super-Kage Level Super-Kage Level, which cannot be bridged by ordinary efforts.

The Third Raikage, Nagato Uzumaki, and Tobirama Senju are all recognized by the world as being stronger Super-Kage Level.

But if we place them on the battlefield between Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju, are these people truly comparable?

The answer is self-evident.

Once Madara's Complete Susanoo was unleashed, mountains and rivers shattered wherever the blade struck. Apart from Hashirama of the same level, all other Super-Kage Level warriors who dared to take the blow head-on were either killed or severely injured, without exception.

Jin was very self-aware.

His current combat strength is only slightly better than Tobirama's.

With such strength, he has no chance of winning against Hashirama at his peak.

That overwhelming attack, the Buddha at the Summit, with its nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine giant palms crashing down, would level the entire land. How long could a mere Flame Ninja Village withstand it?

The anxiety in his heart piled up, but in the next instant, Natsu's voice slowly rang out, dispelling all his panic.

"So, I'll give you a chance."

Natsu raised her eyes, her scarlet Sharingan clear and bright, her tone calm yet resolute.

"A chance to prove yourself, to show you you can shoulder the future of the Uchiha. And the reward I offer is incredibly tempting—I can give you Origin power comparable to Indra's."

"What?!"

Jin's pupils contracted sharply, and an expression of disbelief instantly appeared on his face. He even unconsciously paused for a moment.

"Your Excellency Natsu, this is no laughing matter. You know Indra's identity and background better than anyone..."

As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced to the side, his gaze sweeping over Madara Uchiha beside him.

Ban keenly caught his gaze, and a layer of cold impatience instantly appeared on his brows. He simply turned his head away to avoid it.

Natsu had already told him all the secrets of the Ninja World, including the truth that Madara was the reincarnation of Indra's Chakra. But Madara never acknowledged this fateful bond.

He was Uchiha Madara, the ninja world's demon who dominated the Warring States period and looked down upon the world, and was by no means the reincarnation of the eldest son of the Six Paths.

His future and his achievements will always far surpass those of Indra, who is trapped in the cycle of fate.

Jin caught a glimpse of the coldness in Ban's eyes and immediately looked away sheepishly, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

He was well aware that his previous schemes were, in essence, aimed at scheming against this supreme leader of the Uchiha, using Madara's power to counterbalance Hashirama and secure a chance for the survival of the Flame Ninja Village. This intention was certainly not honorable.

In chaotic times, there is no absolute morality. Unable to defeat the gods and demons at the top, he could only proceed cautiously and seek survival through indirect means; he had no other choice.