Main World.
Konoha Year Twenty-Two, summer.
British Continent, New Capital.
Imperial Palace, Consort Jin's bedchamber.
Sunlight streamed through the thin window gauze, casting golden patches on the floor. Tsunade sat at the dressing table, holding a wooden comb and slowly combing her long golden hair. In the mirror, her face was expressionless, but an indescribably complex emotion lingered in her eyes.
She came from Shinobi World No. 1, the world where Tobirama Senju had been publicly tried by Danzo. She had seen Tobirama Senju brought low, seen his wretchedness, seen his despair. But she had never imagined that this world's Tobirama Senju could suffer even more-betrayed by his disciples, drained by Konoha, and finally dying alone in a sickbed.
Toyotomi Yinglang sat beside her, holding a cup of hot tea, a faint smile on his lips. His gaze rested on Tsunade's profile, as though waiting for her to ask the question that had been lingering for so long.
"Yinglang."
Tsunade finally spoke, her voice very low.
"Hmm?"
"Do you... still intend to let Tobirama Senju live another life as an Uchiha?"
Toyotomi Yinglang set down his teacup and leaned back in his chair.
"I did intend to once. But after witnessing Danzo's Rebellion, I've abandoned every thought of letting him live again."
Tsunade's brows furrowed slightly.
"Once? You really thought about letting him be reborn?"
"I did."
Toyotomi Yinglang nodded.
"My original plan was to have him reincarnated into a branch of the Uchiha. To let him watch the Senju Clan, which he had built up with his own hands, fall into complete decline, and watch Konoha, which he had poured his heart and soul into establishing, dragged step by step into the abyss by the disciples he had personally taught. I wanted him to experience racial discrimination and unwarranted