Both Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara lost siblings and other clan members to the endless wars.
As children, they stood among graves —
and swore the same vow:
A world where children did not fight.
A world where clans did not slaughter one another.
A world where peace could exist.
"So Hashirama created the concept of one village, one country," Akira narrated.
"He formed a village where all clans could coexist —
and he promised our ancestor, Uchiha Madara,
the title of the first Hokage."
As soon as Akira said this, confusion spread among Konoha's clans.
None of them had ever heard that Madara was supposed to be the First Hokage.
Some, especially the Shimura and Sarutobi, secretly thought Akira was glorifying Madara —
sanitizing the 'stain' of the Uchiha.
But curiosity outweighed doubt,
so they listened.
Akira continued, voice steady:
"Yet within the Senju clan…
there existed one truly inherently evil individual."
The moment he said this, Tsunade felt her heart tighten and had a bad premonition.
"That person did not want the village flourishing under Madara Uchiha and Hashirama.
That person was —
Senju Tobirama."
An awkward silence fell across the hall.
Some people looked away or stared upward,
as if suddenly reevaluating the history they had believed in.
Delegates from other villages smiled inwardly —
the idea of Konoha exposing internal fractures delighted them.
If they knew more, perhaps Konoha would collapse from within.
Tsunade's fist clenched,
but she continued listening.
Akira went on:
"That inherently evil Senju colluded with other inherently evil clans —
whom I will not name."
He glanced pointedly toward the Shimura, the Sarutobi, and clans seated near the two far edges.
Those members stiffened, silently cursing their ancestors.
How could they provoke the Uchiha back then?
The other clans recognized the tension but would not defend those lineages —
they would not risk conflict with the Uchiha on behalf of another clan.
Akira continued:
"With their conspiracy,
those clans pressured Senju Hashirama
to take the position of Hokage."
"Hashirama was naïve —
while they sought to use Konoha for their own gain."
"They knew Madara was too sharp —
too unyielding.
If they misused power under Madara's rule,
he would have erased their entire clans."
"So Hashirama became the First Hokage —
but he made a promise to Madara:
You will become the Second Hokage."
Akira's tone sharpened.
"But the inherently evil Senju
grew even more sinister."
Akira's voice didn't soften—if anything, it grew colder.
"That inherently evil thing," he said, "wanted to continue his forbidden scientific research. He longed for it—no, he lived for it. His twisted pursuit of knowledge was more important to him than peace, people, or morality."
The room fell silent.
"If you look through Uchiha records," Akira continued, "there is an old saying: if you cut that inherently evil thing's heart, red blood would not flow—black blood would pour out instead. Black blood filled with the despair of all his test subjects… with all the souls he tormented."
Some members of the audience shivered—not because of theatrics, but because Akira sounded as if he believed it without doubt.
"That inherently evil thing knew one truth," Akira said, gaze sweeping the clans.
"If Uchiha Madara became Hokage, his experiments would be banned—and he would face punishment for every atrocity he committed."
Akira let that final sentence hang in the air like a blade.
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Akira resumed.
"Then that inherently evil Senju once again conspired. Misusing his influence and his brother's trust, he began suffocating the Uchiha—politically, socially, and through planted rumors."
Murmurs rippled through the clans.
"Uchiha Madara saw through the scheme," Akira continued. "When he confronted Hashirama, that inherently evil Senju twisted the narrative—claiming the village would never accept Madara as Hokage, that he was unfit, unwanted, dangerous."
At that moment, every clan head leaned forward.
"Our ancestor Madara understood that the Uchiha could not survive inside the village anymore. So he decided to leave with the clan…" Akira's tone darkened, "…but the Uchiha themselves believed more in Hashirama's dream than their own leader."
Disappointment colored his voice.
"Even the clan head at that time still trusted Hashirama's vision of peace. So with nothing but despair, our ancestor Madara walked away from Konoha."
Gasps and shifting seats echoed. Akira pressed on.
"And once Madara was gone, that inherently evil Senju resumed his twisted experiments. He did not even spare his own clansmen—cutting, dissecting, torturing them for Wood Release tests."
Akira's voice dropped.
"By the time Hashirama died, the very name Senju Tobirama filled the Senju with fear."
The hall thickened with unease.
Akira pointed to the record.
"Everyone knows this," he said. "In the Book of Peace, most of the forbidden techniques were created by Senju Tobirama. So do not act surprised."
Faces turned pale. Outrage and disgust surfaced.
Tsunade clenched her fists—furious, but silent. She knew speaking now would only make her clan a target of mockery. Still, she resolved: she would confront and crush this Uchiha brat later.
Akira didn't stop.
"During that time, our clan ancestors uncovered ancient records—Jutsu that could create peace. And our ancestor, heartbroken by Konoha's deception, its conspiracies, its external and internal wars—felt despair."
He paused, gaze deep.
"In those ancestor tablets was written the method to reopen the Rinnegan. The Rinnegan required the fusion of Senju and Uchiha."
A few elders stiffened.
"So our ancestor battled Hashirama Senju, severed a piece of his flesh, and went into seclusion to awaken the Rinnegan—to perform that Jutsu."
Silence fell.
"Meanwhile," Akira continued, "the Uchiha who stayed behind paid the price for believing in Hashirama's dream. We were assigned suicidal missions. Villagers conspired against us. Rumors poisoned the people… yet we did not betray Konoha."
His voice sharpened.
"But Konoha betrayed us."
He let the clans absorb that before continuing.
"During the Third Great Ninja War, they sent our clan to face the Hidden Mist—the village specializing in mist and water manipulation. And we—masters of fire—were sent knowingly into slaughter. Their objective was not victory, but extermination. Their goal was to fulfill their teacher's psychopathic ideology."
A few spectators swallowed.
"After that war, when Minato Namikaze became Hokage, he tried to heal the divide with the Uchiha. He wanted unity."
Akira's eyes narrowed.
"But the disciples of that inherently evil Senju—Tobirama's heirs in ideology—were furious. They despised Minato. They feared peace. And worst of all—they were greedy for the power they had lost."
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Akira spoke again.
"Shimura Danzo used the Mangekyō Sharingan of one of our elders — Kagami Uchiha — betrayed and killed by the disciples of Senju Tobirama. Kagami Uchiha, the grandfather of Shisui Uchiha."
The entire hall froze.
"He used Kagami's Mangekyō Sharingan to control the Nine-Tails and form what became the Ninetails Rebellion."
Gasps erupted from Konoha and every other delegation.
Akira continued,
"The date, time and place of the birth of son of Minato and Kushina remain hidden… only known to konoha high level officials — at the moment Kushina gave birth, the seal weakened. And in that moment of trust, Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki were betrayed."
He paused.
"All stationed ANBU were slaughtered. Danzo used the stolen Mangekyō of his trusted partner — Kagami — who had once been the Second Hokage's disciple."
A heavy silence fell.
"Meanwhile," Akira said sharply, "the Uchiha clan was forbidden to leave its district. Our patriarch at that time also had a Mangekyō, but ROOT forces surrounded us, preventing us from aiding Konoha in the Ninetails crisis."
His voice hardened.
"Mangekyō Sharingan patterns differ for each wielder. I swear upon the Uchiha name — I wasn't even born then — the clan leader's Mangekyō pattern—"
At that very moment, Fugaku opened his Mangekyō.
"Shisui's Mangekyō pattern—"
Shisui opened his.
"Itachi's Mangekyō pattern—"
Itachi opened his.
"None matched the Mangekyō of that night."
Akira let the crowd stare — realizing the implications.
"The disciples of that inherently evil Senju even showed the Mangekyō publicly, to deepen suspicion toward the Uchiha. Their goal was simple — swallow our lands. Those same lands became the property of four clans who were the 'elders' of that era."
He shifted to another wound.
"The Third Hokage — Sarutobi Hiruzen — claimed to be the strongest Hokage. Spoke endlessly about the Will of Fire and sacrifice. Yet when the village truly required sacrifice, it was not him — it was Minato Namikaze who offered his life and his wife's life, sealing the beast into his own son."
Akira's tone cut deep.
"He did not do it for greed — he did it out of belief in the village."
The people of Konoha lowered their heads in shame. Delegates from other nations wondered why they reacted so painfully.
Akira continued.
"And after Minato's death? The Third Hokage regained his long-lusted power. Shimura Danzo regained ROOT. The other two elders resumed leeching from the village."
The hall grew bitterly silent.
"After the Ninetails Rebellion, the Uchiha clan was pushed to the village's edge — even though we did nothing wrong. The rumors intensified. We — the clan that halted the Hidden Mist's advance, the clan that bled for Konoha — became sinners."
Foreign shinobi shifted uncomfortably — pitying and respecting the Uchiha for enduring.
Akira's voice did not soften.
"And during that period, the disciples of the inherently evil Senju inherited Tobirama's legacy. Secret experiments on Wood Release began again."
People stiffened.
"More than sixty children disappeared inside Konoha. No one knows how many outside."
The audience held its breath.
"And when the truth surfaced, Orochimaru — disciple of the Third Hokage — was found conducting Wood Release experiments. But Orochimaru was not the only one."
Akira looked directly at the four 'elder clans.'
"They all did it. But when they were discovered, they sold Orochimaru to protect themselves."
Now every ninja clan stared at those four clans — with disgust, as if looking at refuse.
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Akira allowed silence to settle once more before speaking again.
"This," he began, voice steady, "is Konoha — the first shinobi village. The birthplace of this era. The village that ended clan wars and began village wars."
He looked across the stunned council.
" This is the village that couldn't even trust their founders and tried every measure to kill it. To take their Sharingan. To take their land, property, ninjutsu and their pride."
A chill traveled through the hall.
" This is also the village that sacrificed countless heroes… all for greed.
The village that exterminated the Senju clan — betrayed by its own elders and their disciples."
"That," Akira continued, "is why I refuse to let this darkness continue in the shinobi world."
He raised his voice so the entire summit could hear.
"And this is not only Konoha's story."
He turned toward the other Kage.
"In the Hidden Mist, for decades, a Blood Mist policy ruled. Bloodline clans, Kekkei Genkai bearers — hunted, persecuted, slaughtered.
Their own people forced to kill their own."
Many Mist shinobi flinched.
"In the Hidden Cloud, traitors like the Gold and Silver Brothers killed their own Second Raikage — and even killed the Second Hokage."
Heads turned sharply toward the Cloud delegation.
"In the Hidden Rain — a movement toward peace emerged. Akatsuki — born from suffering, born from hope. And your village conspired with outsiders to massacre them."
Whispers tore through the room.
"There are villages," Akira continued, "that sent their strongest ninja to assassinate the First Hokage — knowing he was called the God of Shinobi. When he spared that assassin and acknowledged his strength — that same village confined that shinobi to life imprisonment after he returned to the village knowing the consequences."
Gasps echoed.
"There are villages that sacrificed their own people for an illusionary thing called the Box of Bliss."
His gaze swept across the silent crowd.
"There are countless examples — unjust, corrupt, ignorant."
Akira paused.
" Three great Ninja wars have already happened. Civilians, shinobi and many others have bled enough to form a river of blood."
"So tell me — why should we continue this era?
Why should villages exist if they betray the purpose they were created for?"
His voice grew firm.
"That is why I disband Konoha."
The shock was absolute.
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"And the second reason," he continued smoothly, "is the threat of the Ōtsutsuki clan."
Every leader stiffened.
"Kaguya Ōtsutsuki remains sealed on the moon — but others are alive. And they are coming far sooner than you imagine."
Akira's tone deepened.
"The Ōtsutsuki must harvest chakra fruit and bring it back within thousand years. Only fifteen to twenty years remain before their deadline. After noticing the absence of Chakra fruit and their clan members a being on their level — or even stronger — will arrive. They will take all tailed beasts.
They will reform the Ten-Tails.
They will harvest another chakra fruit."
He gestured broadly.
"Understand this — one chakra fruit was enough to turn the entire Wind Country into desert… the Earth Country into barren mountains… and the Lightning Country into jagged rock where nothing truly grows."
His gaze hardened.
"So imagine the second fruit. It would exterminate all life in the shinobi world."
He let that terror settle.
"We must unite — not fight meaningless wars among ourselves.
We must stand together against the Ōtsutsuki — the same way Kaguya once united against humanity."
A hush fell over thousands.
"But this time," Akira said, "there will be no experiments on humans. No atrocities. No tyranny."
He stepped back.
"I hereby declare the Second Day of Conference concluded."
He looked around the council chamber.
"Tomorrow, there will be no summit.
You have two days to verify everything I have said — see whether it is truth or falsehood.
Those who return the day after tomorrow — I will understand them to be those who comprehend my purpose, who do not oppose peace."
He gave one final nod.
"Well then," he said. "Thank you."
A storm of applause broke out — some out of fear, some out of awe, others with genuine conviction.
Among them, the Uchiha applauded with sincerity.
Akira turned, expression unreadable, and left the auditorium.
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