Seeing that Kumoi had thought the matter through and was not acting rashly, and that he placed immense importance on the Uzumaki Clan's role, Shui Yuan's concerns eased somewhat. He nodded.
"Lord Hokage is far-sighted. Shui Yuan had worried unnecessarily.
"If the Uzumaki Clan is needed, my clan will certainly not refuse."
Mito looked at the two before her—one an ambitious young Hokage intent on forging a new path, the other a new clan head who had endured many hardships and was steady and pragmatic. Though they had differences, their goals were aligned, and they could communicate rationally.
The last trace of concern in her heart gradually faded.
"Enough. This matter requires long-term consideration and cannot be decided today."
Mito concluded, bringing the subject to an end.
"Kumoi, you have expended considerable mental energy. Let us end here for today.
"Go back and rest well. Consolidate your cultivation.
"Shui Yuan, your injuries have not yet healed. You too must recuperate.
"As for the specific arrangements for the Uzumaki Clan, discuss them in detail another day with Monkey... the Hokage Assistant."
"Yes, Master's Wife (Aunt)."
Kumoi and Shui Yuan answered in unison.
The atmosphere in the reception hall gradually shifted from its earlier gravity and concern to the calm that followed a preliminary consensus.
The sun had already begun to set, casting the ancient room in warm hues.
Kumoi rose, solemnly bowed farewell to Mito, then nodded to Shui Yuan. Led by a maid, he left the Senju Ancestral Home.
His steps were steady, but his mind had already begun reviewing every exchange and every reaction from his confrontation with the Nine-Tails, considering how he might further pry apart that barrier of hatred at their next "meeting."
Behind him, Mito watched his departing figure. She then sensed the sea of chakra