"Your plan shows great promise, but considering there might be a few tiny practical issues, let's go with my plan first..."
"Think about it—if Hashirama Senju were assassinated at my place, only my organization would suffer the consequences. It basically wouldn't affect the Uchiha at all."
"More importantly, your goal is to keep the Uchiha away from the Senju, but if you follow your approach, both sides might very well break into fierce battle, and it's not impossible for both to perish together. Wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse?"
"So if you want these two clans to be irreconcilable, it's better to adopt more roundabout methods."
Yūshin's words seemed to have some merit, but in reality, they were all nonsense—because the current Uchiha and Senju were already irreconcilable, yet they later merged into one anyway.
The name "Konoha" was even chosen by Madara Uchiha.
"Your plan? What are you preparing to do?"
Sasuke Uchiha was stubborn, but not yet to the point where he couldn't listen to any reason... provided he hadn't fixated on something. Otherwise, no one's words would work.
"I'm preparing to work indirectly. When I need you, you'll know. No matter what you ultimately want to do, you can use this time to think it through clearly."
"Meanwhile, come along on a mission with me. While achieving the 'division' goal, you can also experience the current combat intensity of the Shinobi World."
Seeing that Yūshin had no intention of detailing his so-called plan, Sasuke just snorted coldly and turned to leave... He seemed somewhat salvageable—at least this time he chose to walk through the door instead of the window.
But that was about it. You really can't blame the road for being uneven when the person can't walk straight—this kid didn't even understand basic courtesy.
Actually, Sasuke had absorbed some of Yūshin's words. After arriving in this time period, he was indeed in a confused state.
On one hand, he couldn't forget his hatred—certain future events weighed heavily in his heart, yet it seemed very difficult to return. On the other hand, even if he'd determined his goal of preventing the Uchiha from entering Konoha, how exactly should he operate? He needed to think about it.
Precisely because his mind was somewhat chaotic, Sasuke temporarily stayed here. Otherwise, with his personality, he wouldn't care what Yūshin told him—he'd have long since turned and left to "explore" this world in his own way.
Simply put, based on his personality and family experiences, plus being unfortunately indoctrinated with a bunch of harmful information, Sasuke's restless, trouble-seeking heart could no longer be suppressed.
Regardless of his ultimate purpose, at that time he just wanted to see rivers of blood.
Then he was summoned to this godforsaken "prehistoric civilization" and began playing house with primitive natives... In such circumstances, anyone would be mentally disturbed.
Sasuke had promptly found a suitable goal for his chaotic life—preventing the Uchiha tragedy at its source. Being able to figure this out in such a short time already counted as his intelligence exploding.
Therefore, he needed a stable environment, because he needed quiet—he needed to think quietly.
After leaving the meeting room, Sasuke walked forward for a while, then saw Ran sitting on the corridor's outer railing, embracing a long sword with her face turned toward the night sky.
"You're also a Uchiha ninja, right? Do you know what the Uchiha experienced later?"
Sasuke seemed to have a desire to communicate, especially when encountering fellow clan ninja he could talk to.
Ran didn't know why he could see through her background, but she was one of the few people who'd heard Yūshin mention this Uchiha ninja's origins—she knew he was a so-called "future person."
But asking Ran such questions? Sasuke had picked the wrong conversation partner.
"Don't know, don't want to hear, don't care. Please don't disturb my moon-gazing."
Sasuke: "..."
Ran was actually executing a mission to guard Yūshin—she was on night duty. How could she have time for idle chat? Moreover, she really didn't want to hear those three words "Uchiha."
Yūshin didn't care much about the Uchiha's future, or even his own "depressed demise." This Uchiha ninja who'd lost her Sharingan was equally uninterested in the Uchiha's future. This made Sasuke inadvertently feel a sense of grievance.
Shouldn't someone from the future possess very rare intelligence value? Why were their reactions so bland?
He maintained his poker face as he walked away, but internally had already transformed into "Uchiha Sister-in-law Lin."
"I'm truly foolish, really... I only knew that these ninja muddling through the chaotic era with broken brains could only think about fighting and killing..."
...
Time passed in a flash. The next evening, Koizumi Retto, leader of the Koizumi Clan, arrived at the Fireflies camp with a team of bodyguard ninja.
Actually, with several buildings now standing tall, calling this place Firefly Village wouldn't be wrong either.
Yūshin warmly received them personally, even helping introduce the naturally sociable Hashirama Senju. The three parties conversed quite happily...
Yūshin had already learned about their relationship from Tobirama—they had neither hatred nor friendship, basically strangers separated by the Shinobi World's geography.
No hatred meant no fighting, so they could communicate.
The next morning, under the escort of many ninja, Daimyo Shimizu Kiyosuke also arrived at the village... The daimyo was quite an important mascot. From a legal perspective, his absence would seem improper.
By mid-morning, all two hundred-plus people in the village gathered in the plaza before the main building.
In the center of this small plaza stood a highly abstract statue—two hands clasped together, with a large "short sword" pinning them together, and a droplet-shaped iron ball hanging in a line with strong downward momentum.
Connected to the palms above and the base below, supporting the sculpture's main body in midair.
This broken sculpture was entirely cast in iron, about five meters tall, forged with the full dedication of all Fūma Clan members.
The "short sword" even bore the Sarutobi Clan's symbol, making Tobirama Senju, watching from a distance, constantly twitch at the corners of his mouth. This joke had gone too far—those unaware might think the events here were related to the Sarutobi Clan.
Well, you couldn't say it was completely unrelated. Though the Sarutobi Clan wasn't here, they did have some degree of involvement.
Directly below the sculpture sat a wooden bucket whose bottom wasn't sealed but had a drip device.
Yūshin said to Shimizu Kiyosuke beside him: "Daimyo-sama, would you like to open the ceremony?"
Shimizu Kiyosuke understood social dynamics perfectly. He knew his position was symbolic, so he had to be present, but if he stole the spotlight, that would be overstepping.
So he waved his hand and said:
"Forget it. Though I'm not squeamish about blood, I'm still quite afraid of pain... You do it."
Truly a clear-headed good daimyo of the Shinobi World. Yūshin didn't mind the daimyo taking the spotlight, but Shimizu Kiyosuke himself didn't want to show an annoying side.
Seeing the daimyo say this, Yūshin stepped toward the plaza's center. He naturally also found the sculpture abstract and hard to look at, but there was no helping it—his subordinates' enthusiasm was hard to refuse.
He'd even provided a hand mold for one of the palms.
Sasuke Uchiha positioned himself in the upper floors of a distant office building, viewing that statue with the eyes of someone looking at historical artifacts... So the root was with you.
Even after experiencing so much in Konoha, at this moment he still had a feeling of witnessing history.
Yūshin came beneath the statue, then turned to face everyone.
"Today the Fireflies have officially established their own dwelling place. This is Firefly Village. This land is no longer a drifting place in the chaotic world, and we are no longer rootless duckweed carried by the waves."
"Although currently we can't be considered deeply rooted with flourishing leaves, but..."
"We have already shed much blood for this land, and hereafter we're willing to shed even more blood, until we grow into a towering tree that no one can uproot, until we carve out peace for future generations."
Yūshin only said a few simple words. If not for dealing with Madara Uchiha's eventual arrival, he wouldn't have bothered with such formalism.
Next, he took a short sword in his right hand... well, this thing could probably count as a "holy sword"... He gripped the hilt with his right hand and the blade with his left, then gently drew the sword edge across his left palm.
Blood instantly overflowed from his left palm.
"With this blood as oath!"
Speaking thus, he raised his left fist, aiming it at the bucket below, then forcefully clenched his fist, squeezing out more blood to flow into the wooden bucket.
"With this blood as oath!"
The surrounding ninja and clan civilians shouted hoarsely in unison.
Subsequently, Yūshin set the short sword aside and picked up a brand-new forehead protector placed nearby. He let blood stain it dirty, then tied it around his forehead.
"Ninja, please step forward."
Today, seventy-plus ninja were qualified to participate in the ceremony. Though many had average qualifications and combat power, they were those who'd walked alongside the organization through shared honor and disgrace, and could be said to have the resolve to sacrifice for the organization.
One ninja after another came before Yūshin. They cut their palms like him, letting blood flow, then Yūshin would use his blood-stained left hand to pick up a new forehead protector and place it in the opposing ninja's equally blood-covered palm.
The organization leader's blood, the organization ninja's blood, and the organization's forehead protector merged together.
Additionally, ninja already selected for the elite combat unit received an armband bearing the organization's symbol.
The ceremony had nothing extraordinary about it, and Yūshin didn't deliver any inflammatory speeches, but somehow, after the ninja tied the blood-stained forehead protectors to their foreheads, everyone's morale visibly soared.
The painful experience of facing the Hagoromo Clan had forged everyone in this organization's spirit together like iron.
"Big..."
Tobirama Senju almost cried out, but because this occasion was quite solemn, he could only shout in his heart: "My dear brother!"
Because inadvertently, Hashirama Senju had also mixed into the ninja ranks—Hashirama apparently intended to participate in the blood-fusion ceremony... No helping it, an honorary member was still a member.
After seeing Hashirama, Yūshin's eyelid just twitched once without saying much... At this time, though Hashirama wasn't wearing a forehead protector, he had a white cloth wrapped around his forehead with the Senju Clan emblem drawn on it.
Hashirama spread his left hand and fiddled with the knife on his palm for quite a while before finally starting to bleed.
Then he pulled the white cloth, making the Senju clan emblem shift toward the left side, then tilted the angle slightly as he put on the forehead protector—neither covering the Senju clan emblem nor letting the Fireflies organization symbol on top shift toward the right side... Blood soaked in, and the two symbols seemed to merge into one.
Yūshin: "..."
You're truly a natural talent! This performance has achieved a sense of "destiny at work." Tobirama's lifelong scheming and plotting can't compare to Hashirama's thoughtless spontaneous actions.
As blood in the bucket dripped down, Sasuke standing on high ground could clearly see blood tracing out a huge pattern on the ground—half tree leaf, half flame.
This pattern was incredibly familiar to him because it had always been printed on Konoha's ninja uniforms.
When the pattern was completely traced, the ceremony also just ended... Fortunately, everyone was quite generous with their blood, so they didn't create the disaster of people going through the process but insufficient blood leaving the pattern only half-drawn.
Subsequently, several clan leaders read out the rules after the ninja village's establishment, which consumed considerable time.
Because their content ranged from "Ninja Code" to "Fertility Encouragement Methods"—an incredibly broad scope covering virtually everything.
Yes, no one understands ninja village establishment better than Yūshin.
Then came ribbon-cutting ceremonies for buildings like the Fireflies office building, giving distant guests some sense of participation.
Evening brought another banquet.
It must be said that formalism still had its uses. After the ninja village's establishment, everything began becoming regularized, and the ninja's mental state was once again renewed and more uplifting.
Both Hashirama and Retto could feel this spirit of unity—somehow it was different from the unity within ninja clans. They felt it was grander, more magnificent, with less petty scheming.
The next day, the ceremony completely ended.
Subsequently, the Senju brothers took their leave, with Yūshin promising to visit the Senju village for a formal visit in the near future.
After these two brothers left, Yūshin accompanied Daimyo Shimizu Kiyosuke in formally receiving Koizumi Retto. Both sides discussed commercial exchanges and mutual cooperation—these aspects didn't require Yūshin's concern as he was truly just providing accompaniment.
After Retto also departed, Yūshin conducted small-scale military exercises, completely clearing out surrounding forces that hadn't been thoroughly cleaned up previously.
He didn't touch the gold mine area because he firmly believed in the principle of getting back up where you fall, planning to begin mining openly and honestly soon.
After resolving surrounding matters, Yūshin officially began his plan and led a team toward the Senju Clan.
To increase his persuasive power, he brought along a keepsake he'd always treasured and carefully preserved, hoping to use it to convince Senju Butsuma to approve his plan.
This thing was definitely a weighty "bargaining chip."
Because...
It was Tajima Uchiha's severed head.
With his family dirt poor, nothing could be wasted.
As long as it was used properly, even waste could become treasure.
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