Izuna's lips curled into a smile, but it was tinged with grief and anguish.
Without a doubt, he had once again recalled all the farces of the Warring States Period-
The Uchiha Clan and the Senju Clan had not become sworn enemies because of some ancestral hatred. After all, both great clans had long since forgotten the history and glory passed down through their names and bloodlines.
Rivalries and alliances between shinobi clans were common, and hatred and conflict never ceased. Even so, few shared a blood feud as enduring as that between the Uchiha and the Senju.
And if one truly traced that hatred to its origins, the reason was laughably absurd.
The Uchiha and the Senju were simply too powerful. Whenever one side was hired, the opposing faction would inevitably hire the other.
Through endless battles, the two clans wore each other down until a hereditary feud finally took shape.
Looking back now, Izuna could only marvel at how terrifyingly stupid it all had been.
Both the Uchiha and the Senju had focused solely on the enemies before them, overlooking the true masterminds sowing discord behind the scenes.
At first, they had fought only for money. By the end, they were even accepting jobs at reduced rates just to fight each other to the death.
In hindsight, none of it made any sense.
Even with Black Zetsu stirring up trouble, they had lost far, far too much for the sake of that senseless pride.
If they had been able to sit down and talk things through as they did now, so much hatred and tragedy could have been avoided...
Izuna let out a heavy sigh, his eyes reddening slightly with a bitter sting.
Deep down, he knew this was nothing more than hindsight.
"...The Land of Grass and