"If the Land of Fire were the only one left in the world, wouldn't there be peace everywhere? Most importantly, killing them is far easier than making them understand peace."
The white hair on Uchiha Gen's forehead fell loose, accentuating his expression and making him look exactly like some grand villain.
"Kehehehe, with your and my strength, doing that wouldn't be difficult~"
Listening to that deranged laugh, Hashirama's mouth twitched uncontrollably. He could already tell that Uchiha Gen was mocking him.
"If you want to go, go yourself. I'm done talking. I need to think carefully about how to handle the aftermath."
He came in a hurry and left in a hurry. Hashirama had gotten only an ambiguous answer from Uchiha Gen.
After leaving the gates of Uchiha Gen's Clan Land, Hashirama raised both hands. Perhaps a balance of softness and strength was more suitable for the current Konoha.
"Honestly, they're all just too full with nothing better to do."
Holding a teacup, Uchiha Gen leaned against the window and looked down. Below him was a dense mass of busy figures. Only lofty shinobi like them spent all day pondering life ideals, occasionally losing their minds and gathering people for brawls. In the end, they were simply idle.
A few days later, the First Shinobi World War slowly sank into an eerie silence. Konoha stepped forward and unilaterally declared the war over, inviting the major hidden villages to negotiations. The location had not been announced.
After learning that Hashirama had still chosen this method of resolution, Uchiha Gen quietly left Konoha in disappointment.
"No wonder the Daimyo of the Land of Fire held more power than the Hokage later on. A bunch of violent organizations gave up using force and started talking about ideals instead. What a joke."
After leaving