Of course, Uchiha Rokuro wasn't about to say that killing Uchiha Obito would be as easy as slaughtering a chicken—that his Mangekyō ability hard-countered Obito completely.
If he said that out loud, how would he apply pressure on Tsunade?
Sure enough, when Tsunade heard him say it would be difficult, the weight on her heart grew even heavier.
At the end of the meeting, Tsunade accepted Nara Shikaku's recommendation and recalled a portion of the border garrisons back to the village, raising Konoha's defensive level across the board.
After that came the inevitable—petitioning the Fire Daimyō for funds to rebuild Konoha.
One thing Rokuro found noteworthy was that three days later, Nara Shikaku was appointed the new Hokage Advisor, placed fully in charge of Konoha's internal affairs—effectively acting as the village's executive prime minister.
Normally, these responsibilities fell to the Hokage herself. After all, controlling the purse strings was one of the easiest ways to win people over.
Yet Tsunade had outsourced all of it.
That alone showed just how desperate she was.
When Rokuro heard the news, he burst out laughing.
"Mom, looks like Tsunade's finally made up her mind to start researching the First Hokage's cells."
Uchiha Ashikaga had used Flying Thunder God to evacuate outside the village during Pain's assault, so she hadn't suffered even the slightest injury.
She also knew the inside story—and immediately understood what Rokuro meant.
"Rokuro, then you'd better hurry. If Tsunade manages to recreate Senju Hashirama's power before you do, all the moves you've been making will end up backfiring on you."
Rokuro nodded slightly.
"You're right. Back then, even Uchiha Madara at his peak couldn't defeat Hashirama. The only two losses of Madara's entire life were dealt by him. As I am now, I'm probably still a bit weaker than Madara at full strength. If Tsunade truly recreates Hashirama's power, she'll become a real threat."
"Should we call Izumi back?" Ashikaga asked.
Rokuro thought for a moment, then shook his head.
"No. Izumi's position is the true foundation of the Uchiha. As long as she controls the aristocracy and major merchants of the Lightning and Earth Countries, we control their economic lifelines. Only with sufficient funding can the Uchiha population expansion plan proceed smoothly. She has to stay there to hold the fort."
"As for Konoha, we only need a token presence. The Uchiha will gradually shift their center of gravity outward anyway. There's no need to cling too tightly to this place."
The main framework of Konoha's reconstruction was completed in just one month. The finer details and treatment of the wounded would take time.
Life on Rokuro's side returned to calm—days spent researching the Six Paths inscriptions, evenings spent training Naruto and the others.
Time passed.
Three years went by in the blink of an eye.
During those three years, the Uchiha experienced explosive growth—financially, politically, and above all, militarily.
Especially in terms of strength.
That first generation who had received eye-awakening ninja tools around Rokuro's age had now all awakened three-tomoe Sharingan.
While their combat experience and fighting spirit couldn't yet rival true jōnin, on paper they were undeniably jōnin-class. Some of the more talented ones could genuinely fight a jōnin to a draw.
And most importantly
There were a lot of them.
In just three years, the number of Uchiha with three-tomoe Sharingan had climbed to nearly five hundred.
Judging purely by surface strength, that was five hundred jōnin—enough to break off and form a Sixth Great Ninja Village.
If five hundred jōnin merely put the ninja world on edge, then the tens of thousands of Uchiha newborns were enough to drive people to despair.
Thanks to overwhelming financial power, the "more children, more blessings" policy was executed with terrifying efficiency.
Those without ninja talent almost all switched careers to become full-time fathers and mothers. Couples had seven or eight children at minimum—some even had fifteen or twenty.
There was even a particularly gifted, bald, middle-aged Uchiha.
No ninja talent to speak of—but kidneys of steel.
This guy frequented red-light districts daily, spending every last cent below the belt. In the past, limited funds forced him to budget carefully.
Now?
Public funding.
He directly married ten wives and went on a full-scale breeding spree. In just three years, he produced twenty-six children.
That meant each wife gave birth at least twice in three years—several even had twins.
In the past, forget affording ten wives—even if he somehow married them, he'd never be able to raise so many children.
Now not only did the Uchiha clan cover all marriage and childbirth expenses, they even rewarded him with a luxury villa so he could continue producing children in comfort.
After all—his talent was innate. Kidney failure was not a concern.
In short, under the fertility-first policy, the Uchiha welcomed a massive baby boom.
And once these children grew up—even if only one in ten possessed ninja talent, that would still produce over a thousand jōnin.
But the Uchiha were famous for their talent.
The ratio would more likely be five-to-one, or even three-to-one.
That meant two to three thousand jōnin.
Who could possibly withstand that?
Watching the Uchiha's transformation, Tsunade and the others grew increasingly anxious. And under that pressure, research into the First Hokage's cells finally broke through.
Ten levels underground, in a secret Konoha facility, a three-years-older Jiraiya lay naked on an operating table.
Tsunade and Shizune stood on either side in surgical gear, with only their eyes visible.
"I'm telling you, Tsunade," Jiraiya said weakly. "I've already mastered one-handed seals, and I can even use Sage Mode now. I'm not weaker than I was back then. How about we just… skip the surgery?"
"Shut up," Tsunade snapped. "You know the situation. Besides, even Kakashi went through with it—are you saying you're worse than a junior?"
Jiraiya glanced at the nearby operating table.
Just moments earlier, Tsunade and Shizune had transplanted a pair of eyes cultivated from Hashirama's cells into Kakashi.
The surgery was a complete success. Every optic nerve and blood vessel connected perfectly. After three years of darkness, Kakashi had regained his sight—and was nearly in tears.
He was only kept on the table for observation.
"That was just a pair of eyes!" Jiraiya protested. "I'm getting an entire arm transplanted! That's not the same thing!"
"Jiraiya, trust me. After three years, I understand my grandfather's cells thoroughly. And I'll tell you this—I'm next after you."
Jiraiya immediately dropped his cowardly expression.
"Tsunade… do you really need to go this far?"
"I do," she sighed. "The Uchiha are growing too fast. At this rate, in less than ten years, the combined ninja forces of the entire world won't be able to match them. In terms of elite numbers alone, no one can rival the Uchiha anymore. Only overwhelming individual power can keep them in check."
She continued softly.
"Back then, the reason the Senju could suppress the Uchiha was my grandfather. If I can wield his power, this crisis can be resolved. And besides—the ninja world's problems aren't limited to the Uchiha. There's still Pain and Uchiha Obito."
"It's been three years. The three tailed beasts killed by Uchiha Rokuro are probably close to reviving. Once they do, the Akatsuki will restart their plan. Without greater power, how do we stop them?"
Jiraiya remembered being crushed into the ground by the Six Paths of Pain, remembered Konoha being erased by a single Shinra Tensei.
Not going all-in wasn't an option.
"I understand," he said firmly. "Begin. I'd rather die on the operating table than lose to Nagato again."
Tsunade nodded to Shizune.
The anesthetic was injected. Jiraiya quickly lost consciousness. Shizune then lifted a milky-white arm from a preservation tank.
"Begin."
Almost simultaneously
After three full years, Uchiha Rokuro finally deciphered all Six Paths inscriptions.
"Hahahaha—this is it! This is the essence of ninjutsu, the essence of power—the ultimate decoder of all things in existence!"
A massive scroll—two meters wide and over ten meters long—was covered in dense inscriptions, detailing their functions and applications.
There were even conceptual frameworks for combined techniques—ninjutsu Rokuro planned to create using the Six Paths script.
And at the very top of the list
The Mangekyō technique with the highest narrative authority in the entire Naruto world.
The one so broken Kishimoto himself never dared fully unleash it.
Kotoamatsukami.
"Rokuro… can Kotoamatsukami really be edited using inscriptions?" Uchiha Izumi asked in disbelief. "If that's true, then once it's turned into a ninja tool, wouldn't it completely ignore cooldowns and directly overwrite everyone's consciousness?"
She had already grown into a graceful young woman—something that never happened in the original story, where she had died at Obito's hands long before reaching this age.
At the same age of fourteen, Uchiha Rokuro already stood at 180 centimeters tall. He wasn't broad-backed or hulking, but his physique was powerfully built—like a bodybuilder, reminiscent of Marvel's Captain America. He looked nothing like the lean, wiry frame typical of traditional shinobi.
Over the past three years, aside from researching the Six Paths spell formulae, Rokuro had devoted most of his time to physical training.
He understood this very clearly: ninjutsu and genjutsu depended heavily on talent and bloodline. Without the right aptitude, no amount of effort would make a difference. Since he already had Tsunade and Orochimaru backing him up, the highest return on investment was taijutsu.
It was precisely this relentless physical conditioning that gave him his current physique. Just standing beside Uchiha Izumi, the contrast was striking—like beauty and the beast.
Hearing Izumi's question, Rokuro replied in a deliberately rough, confident tone.
"Of course. If we were only talking about using Kotoamatsukami itself, we wouldn't even need to wait three years. We could just dig out my eyes and replace them with Shisui's pair. After using them, we'd swap them back. With medical ninja tools, Sharingan are basically plug-and-play."
"But if we did that, the cooldown would still be at least ten years—completely impractical. Using a ninja tool is different. As long as there's enough ocular chakra, in theory, I could rewrite the will of everyone in the shinobi world. No resistance. No betrayal. That's the truly terrifying part of Kotoamatsukami."
"Can it really control everyone?" Izumi asked.
Rokuro thought for a moment.
"Not necessarily. Some people would be difficult. For example—people like you and me, with Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan. Even if the user's ocular power exceeds yours, Kotoamatsukami could at most alter your will temporarily. Given time, you'd naturally recover."
"Nagato probably wouldn't be affected either. His Rinnegan is a higher-tier dōjutsu than the Mangekyō—its ocular power even surpasses the Eternal Mangekyō. Kotoamatsukami definitely wouldn't work on him."
"And then there are the reincarnations of Asura and Indra. The quality of their chakra is on an entirely different level."
"Oh—and Edo Tensei resurrected shinobi. They're likely resistant too. Everyone else? They wouldn't stand a chance."
Izumi did the math. Even adding all those exceptions together, it amounted to fewer than ten people.
That meant that, given enough time, everyone else in the shinobi world would kneel before Kotoamatsukami.
Izumi clenched her fists in excitement.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's make it! I'll be your assistant—what do you need me to do?"
Rokuro pointed toward a pile of chakra metal nearby.
"Follow the blueprint and polish the outer casing. I'll handle the spell encoding. At most a week—and the Kotoamatsukami ninja tool will be complete."
"Leave it to me!"
Izumi eagerly went off to work the chakra metal. Before starting the spellwork, Rokuro used Konoha's sensory barrier to search for Tsunade—only to find nothing.
"She hasn't appeared for several days straight… looks like Tsunade's side has made a breakthrough too. I need to speed this up."
A day later, Jiraiya's surgery was completed.
His body was covered in monitoring probes, with vital data displayed across multiple medical instruments.
"Tsunade-sama, Lord Jiraiya's condition is very stable. There's no sign of rejection. Our transplantation method appears to be correct, but…"
Even without being a sensory-type ninja, Shizune could clearly feel the explosive surge of chakra inside Jiraiya.
Previously, Jiraiya was already a solid Kage-level powerhouse. Once he entered Sage Mode, he reached super-Kage territory. Unless a Six Paths-level being appeared, he could trade blows with almost anyone—and even Rokuro would have trouble defeating him quickly.
Logically speaking, Jiraiya should have already hit his ceiling.
Yet now, his chakra was multiplying at an absurd rate—he was practically becoming a humanoid tailed beast.
"This is normal," Tsunade said calmly. "My grandfather's cells naturally contain immense chakra—and they're born with a Sage Body. Jiraiya is undergoing that transformation right now. This kind of growth is exactly what we should expect."
"Then what do we do now?"
"Continue observing until he stabilizes."
Three days later, Jiraiya's chakra finally stopped increasing.
Compared to before, his total chakra reserves had more than tripled. He had truly become a humanoid beast—purely in terms of chakra quantity, he was no weaker than Shukaku, the One-Tail.
When Jiraiya woke up, he was first stunned by the roaring chakra within his body. Then he excitedly looked at his left arm.
His "second wife" had been gone for over three years.
Now she was finally back.
Anyone would be thrilled.
"Jiraiya," Tsunade said, "your surgery was a success. Next, it's my turn. Stay here and guard the area—don't let anyone interrupt Shizune. I've had a bad feeling these past few days… like some overwhelming disaster is about to descend."
Jiraiya immediately pounded his chest in assurance, swearing that even if it cost him his life, he would protect her.
At nearly the same moment Tsunade's surgery began, Rokuro completed the Kotoamatsukami ninja tool.
He looked at the familiar object in his hand and burst into laughter.
"Tsunade… I'm coming for you."
"From today onward, you're my loyal fan—
my super fan
my brainless diehard supporter."
"Whatever direction I point, you'll never dare go the other way."
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