The Konoha -patterned table on the dome of the conference hall gleamed coldly in the candlelight, like a layer of solidified frost. As soon as Tsubasa finished speaking, Sasuke Sarutobi's teacup slammed onto the marble floor with a loud bang. Amidst the cracking sound, veins bulged on his neck, and his eyes burned with rage. "What you're doing will plunge Konoha into utter ruin!" He abruptly stood up, his chair scraping against the floor with a harsh sound. "I'd like to see how many clans will still exist in Konoha in three days!" Before the words were even finished, he flicked his sleeve, his cloak billowing sharply behind him, and strode out of the conference hall.
"What do those call children know about governing a village!" A chill ran through the elder of the Shimura Clan, his trembling fingers twisting and gripping the fabric tightly within his sleeve. "Our Shimura Clan will leave Konoha tomorrow. I refuse to believe that our clans will have no way to survive after leaving Konoha." His voice was filled with resentment and determination, his aged face flushed with emotion.
The Inuzuka Clan's gaze was resolute as he slammed his hand on the table. " The Inuzuka Clan will always support Konoha! Only a fool would leave Konoha if there were strong people to rely on." His words were firm and resolute, radiating loyalty to Konoha.
Shikaboshi Nara lowered his voice, his eyes filled with worry and caution, and said to Momiji Yamanaka and Chozan Akimichi beside him, "In three days, I'm afraid Konoha will be half gone. Our three clans can't afford to cause any more trouble after the last upheaval, or we risk being wiped out." He paused, his gaze sweeping meaningfully over Tsubasa, "From now on, whoever becomes Hokage, we'll support them. Lord Tsubasa is so young, yet his strength is immense. The Uchiha Clan and Hyuga Clan haven't left Konoha, and with the Senju Clan added, Konoha still has at least 70% of its strength remaining." His tone conveyed both concern for the situation and an assessment of Tsubasa's strength.
The family members who supported Tsubasa rose one after another, their footsteps echoing heavily against the corridor walls, particularly jarring. As the last oak door creaked shut, Tsubasa's fingertips swiftly Hand Seals, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. A pale blue barrier, like Spiderweb, enveloped the entire hall. Hashirama Senju, his chest trembling slightly with a sigh, his eyes filled with heartache and helplessness. " Little Tsubasa, back then, Madara and I established Konoha..."
Tsubasa remained calm as he explained, "I understand them. That's why I gave them three days to consider. Those who are willing to follow me will stand at the top of the world; those who are unwilling will leave Konoha and find their own paradise." His words were filled with confidence and decisiveness.
Tobirama Senju's face darkened, and he said coldly, "You're not fit to be Hokage! If you run away, it will increase the strength of other villages. What if they turn around and attack Konoha?" His tone was full of dissatisfaction and worry, and his fists clenched unconsciously.
Tsubasa chuckled lightly, "So, Martial Uncle Tobirama, you're not as good as Master. He could laugh as he divided the Tailed Beast, why? Because he had absolute confidence. I dare to do the same; I'm confident I can face any enemy." A resolute light shone in his eyes.
After a pause, Tsubasa said to Hashirama Senju a deep voice, "Master, I saw Lord Madara when I went to kill the First Raikage."
Hashirama Senju burst into laughter upon hearing this, causing dust to fall from the ceiling. "Is that so? I guess he was also going to kill the Raikage, right?" His face held a hint of nostalgia and wistfulness.
Tobirama Senju stared in shock, his voice filled with disbelief. " Madara Uchiha isn't dead? Why didn't you tell me?" He abruptly stood up, leaning forward, his gaze fixed on Tsubasa.
Tsubasa smiled bitterly, "This was Master's dying wish. Martial Uncle Tobirama, even if you knew about Madara, what could you do?"
Hashirama Senju stated with absolute certainty. "It was indeed I who instructed Tsubasa not to reveal that Madara was not dead. He would not do anything to harm Konoha."
Tsubasa thought for a moment, then spoke the truth, his expression serious. "That's right, the First Raikage, the First Mizukage, and the First Tsuchikage all died at the hands of Madara Uchiha. If I hadn't avenged my grandfather by killing the First Kazekage first, I'm afraid all four Kage would have died at his hands. The deaths of the four First Kage directly affected the entire war; otherwise, Konoha's ninja would have lost another 100,000, and a complete victory would have been impossible."
Tobirama gripped the armrest of his chair tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. "Have you seen Madara? Where is he?"
"Among the Raikage's corpses." Tsubasa's fingertips traced the dark patterns on the scroll, a complex look flashing in his eyes. "He killed the Raikage, the Mizukage, and the Tsuchikage. If I hadn't killed the Kazekage first, the deaths of the four Kage would have resulted in the deaths of an additional 100,000 Konoha Ninja."
Hashirama suddenly laughed, with a hint of helplessness and emotion in his smile, "Madara is still the same Madara - a sharp mouth and a tofu heart."
"Not necessarily." Tobirama's voice was as cold as an icicle, a sinister glint in his eyes. "When I died, the punch to my back was so fast I couldn't even see it. Kinkaku should have had his heart pierced by my finishing move long ago; where would he have had the strength to finish him off?" He abruptly Hashirama, his eyes full of questioning. "Big brother, you trust him that much?"
Hashirama Senju sighed, his gaze fixed on the distance, filled with weariness and a sense of vicissitude. "When will this cycle of revenge end? I've always believed that only through mutual understanding can true peace be achieved. Now that we are dead, let's not dwell on our past lives. May we rest in peace in the Pure Land!"
Tsubasa spoke up, "Master, the main reason I summoned you all today is because there's something else that concerns you."
Hashirama Senju raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Is there something bigger than changing the Hokage and Madara? And it's related to us? Tell me quickly, what is it?" His face was full of curiosity.
Tobirama Senju also stared intently at Tsubasa, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Tsubasa laughed, "This time I went to the Land of Whirlpools and spent 70 years learning Sealing Jutsu in the Land of Land of Whirlpools ' secret treasure, the Setsuna Splendor Space. I created a secret technique that allows the dead to be reincarnated. So I wanted to ask Master and Uncle if they are interested in reincarnation?" His eyes gleamed with excitement.
Upon hearing this, Tobirama Senju's eyes widened in surprise, and he leaned forward. "You've actually developed such a secret technique! Exchanging souls in the mortal world is no easy feat; it requires a life for a life. I've tried my Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu before, which requires the sacrifice of one person to bring their soul to this world of the living. Tell me quickly about the principles behind your secret technique!" His words were filled with eagerness and anticipation.
Hashirama Senju looked troubled. "It's not right to exchange someone else's life for my rebirth." His eyes held reluctance and hesitation.
Tobirama Senju shouted, "Brother, don't be silly! Isn't it better to exchange someone who deserves to die for our rebirth?" He looked at Hashirama with a mixture of disappointment and anger.
Hashirama Senju gazed at the waning moon outside the window, his eyes filled with struggle. He turned to Tsubasa and asked in a deep voice, "What's the key to the Reincarnation Technique you mentioned?"
Tsubasa suddenly felt a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said, "It requires the bloodline of the caster as a vessel, and the soul of the reincarnated person must be preserved intact..." He explained the entire process of performing the Soul Transfer Jutsu, "So after Master is reborn... he will become my child."
Hashirama Senju immediately refused, waving his hands repeatedly. "No way! How can I, as your master, become your son? Wouldn't that be going against the natural order?" His face was full of resistance.
Tsubasa smiled and said, "After being reincarnated, you will be a completely new person. You can no longer see yourself as the person you were in your previous life. Your name, identity, and body will all be new, and your soul will be different as well. You will only retain the memories of your previous life." He explained patiently.
A glint of light flashed in Tobirama Senju's eyes as he chuckled, "If this can be achieved, the Senju Clan will eventually become the pinnacle of the world, unifying the Shinobi World and achieving relative peace. Brother, don't be so idealistic. Achieving true world peace is your ultimate dream, and now the opportunity is right in front of you." He was trying to persuade Hashirama.
Hashirama Senju was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter, a resolute glint in his eyes. "Alright then! As long as it brings peace to the world, I'll accept being my disciple's son."
Upon hearing this, Tsubasa smiled with relief and began discussing the plan with the two. The three of them focused intently, carefully discussing and deciding which people to resurrect...