Carrying Can't Be Done, the Warrior and the Marksman Started Fighting, and the Support Is Very Helpless

Watanabe Ichiro returned to the Uchiha Clan Compound to go through the succession procedures, and amid the rather unconvinced gazes of his clansmen, he quite steadily became the true head of the Uchiha Clan, sitting in the highest seat of the already repaired council hall as the first white-haired patriarch of the Uchiha.

Down below, among the crowd bowing in submission, one clansman raised his head slightly, casting a resentful gaze.

Watanabe Ichiro scanned over, oh? It was an old acquaintance, the former third-in-command of the Uchiha Clan, Uchiha Kagami.

Watanabe Ichiro recalled all his interactions with him: when he returned to the clan at age four, Hashirama Senju had placed him in that person's care for a night, and later...

Later there had been no interaction to speak of. Could this guy be resenting me because Madara Uchiha didn't pass the position of patriarch to him?

Watanabe Ichiro activated his Sharingan and swept a glance across, and Uchiha Kagami immediately lowered his head, no longer meeting his gaze.

Feeling a sense of amusement in his heart, Watanabe Ichiro stood up, patted the Uchiha Gunbai in his hand, and pointed at the seating area below.

"Everyone, I know you aren't very satisfied with me as this patriarch. So I'll put my words right here: any Uchiha clansman, as long as you can defeat me fair and square, you can replace me in the position of patriarch at any time."

"However, don't bring out petty underhanded tricks to make a fool of yourselves. I believe our generation of Uchiha still possesses a glory of our own, right?"

"So, my clansmen! Work hard to grow stronger, and let me see your capacity!"

"I very much look forward to someone being able to defeat me fair and square. And then, lead the Uchiha Clan toward a more glorious future! Make the Uchiha even greater!"

His remarks made the clansmen feel at ease to a certain extent.

They weren't blind; the living conditions of Watanabe Ichiro from childhood to adulthood had always been witnessed by the clansmen. He had lived in a remote part of the clan compound since childhood, being ostracized and subjected to cold violence.

Although there was the suppression of the reigning patriarch, the clansmen hadn't made sarcastic remarks or taunts toward him, but putting themselves in his shoes, if they had been placed in Watanabe Ichiro's living conditions, it would be hard to say they would feel any sense of belonging to the Uchiha, let alone lead the Uchiha to greater heights.

Resentment, disgust, and in the extreme case, wiping out the entire clan were all possible.

With lingering grievances in his heart and strength in his body, such a person had become the patriarch. How could ordinary clansmen possibly feel at ease?

They always felt a chilly draft around their necks at night, and they had to sleep with one eye open while the other stood guard; otherwise, if they fell asleep too soundly, they would likely have their throats slit in the middle of the night.

But now, listening to these remarks from Watanabe Ichiro, they gradually sketched in their minds the image of a patriarch who worshipped force and looked down on crooked, underhanded paths.

For a moment, it felt as though the "White-Haired Demon" who had walked out of the council hall covered in blood just days ago wasn't all that terrifying after all. If one didn't actively provoke his bad side, one probably wouldn't be targeted.

Watanabe Ichiro feigned an inadvertent glance at Uchiha Kagami, who showed no reaction at all, which was actually a bit strange.

However, soldiers come, we block; water comes, we earth. He didn't believe a mere Uchiha Kagami could cause him to overturn.

Before he knew it, seven days had passed.

Tobirama Senju's shadow clone packed a sack full of the Scroll of Seals and medical talismans and stood by near the battlefield waiting. The moment the sound of combat inside stopped, he would immediately head over to provide support.

To be honest, even now, he still had no idea why the two of them had started fighting.

His Flying Thunder God Cursed Seal had been erased by the battlefield of the two, and he couldn't find an opportunity to teleport across.

The Reverse Flying Thunder God developed in the lab, which could conversely transmit talismans sent by others, was still present on Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha, but that required the cooperation of the person being teleported.

Yet no matter who Tobirama Senju called out to, there was no response; the two of them were completely absorbed in their fight.

Tobirama Senju was speechless, feeling extremely anxious in his heart, but his own strength made it completely impossible for him to participate in the conflict between the two. He could only stabilize Konoha first, hold down the fort at the center of the Hokage Building, cup his chin in his hand, and watch chips of wood fly everywhere and blue light splash about in the distance.

Alas, with the time these two had to fight, why didn't they go fight the other four great nations? I could use the Flying Thunder God to help teleport them, wiping out the Land of Lightning and the Land of Water in the morning, and the Land of Wind and the Land of Earth in the afternoon.

Once this job is done, the shinobi world belongs to Konoha.

How wonderful.

Hahaha, it's just a pity that Big Brother's personality doesn't allow for such ruthlessness. His heart is too soft; even when I use a prisoner of war to conduct an experiment, he lectures me...

Wait!

Tobirama Senju discovered a blind spot. Since Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha had been playing together since childhood, what irreconcilable matter could possibly cause them to make such a huge fuss?

On a personal emotional level, if Madara Uchiha were a woman, then Big Brother definitely would have married her directly, and it was unlikely that conflicts would arise.

On a conflict of interests, could it be related to Konoha? Very likely.

Economically, both of them were idiots. Not to mention having conflicts, just asking them to do arithmetic was a struggle, so there definitely wouldn't be any problems on this front. Politically, there had been no recent changes in the shinobi world. Education... medical...

Tobirama Senju eliminated them one by one, his train of thought finally leading toward the truth.

"It couldn't be that Madara Uchiha wanted to launch an attack outward against the four nations, and Big Brother Hashirama wouldn't allow it..."

Ah, this. The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

He gazed out worriedly into the distance, only hoping these two wouldn't fight too fiercely. The present Konoha couldn't bear the consequences of losing both of these supreme deities at the same time.

The sounds gradually died down, and Watanabe Ichiro and Tobirama Senju's shadow clone immediately rushed to the center of the battlefield. Along the way, Wood Release fragments and scorched marks from fire could be seen everywhere.

The wind blew across the shattered ground, revealing two figures: one lying down, and one standing.

Madara Uchiha died in battle, and Hashirama Senju was heavily wounded and exhausted.

Yet this time, Madara Uchiha didn't die from a sneak attack from behind; his entire chest was caved inward. He died in a head-on duel, dying in a clash of ideologies-which could be considered a good ending.

Tobirama Senju breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to support Hashirama Senju.

As for Watanabe Ichiro, he supported Madara Uchiha's corpse, sorrowfully stealing his human tissue to leave materials for [Impure World Reincarnation].

In the distance, Black Zetsu pounded the ground in agony.

Ah, my Madara, how could you just die like this? You haven't even seen my Infinite Tsukuyomi plan yet! Damn it, which heartless bastard stole the stone tablet I modified with such difficulty? You really aren't human!

Ding, Black Zetsu's grief was converted into a large batch of points on the system.

Feeling the points enter his account, Watanabe Ichiro was barely able to keep his expression from cracking. He "painfully" collapsed over Madara Uchiha's body, his body trembling with sobs as he choked out, "Lord Madara..."

His restrained, mournful cry dealt a critical blow to Hashirama Senju. Staring with a pale complexion at Madara Uchiha's motionless corpse, Hashirama Senju's body swayed a few times. His bottomed-out chakra began to break apart, and he instantly vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Big Brother!"

Tobirama Senju cried out in alarm, and the medical scrolls and various rescue measures at his side went into action one after another.

In the distance, Black Zetsu raised his head to stare at Watanabe Ichiro, muttering to himself.

"Right, I still have Uchiha Ichiro. He is the next hope!"

"I must take control of him. I must seize the future to successfully save my mother!"