Under the cover of night,
within the Uchiha clan compound.
Clad in jet-black armor, Uchiha Madara summoned the remaining members of the Uchiha clan.
Not long ago, the battle between Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama had finally come to an end. With it, the centuries-long struggle between the Uchiha and Senju clans had reached a definitive conclusion.
Unfortunately…
Madara had lost.
And with him, the Uchiha clan had lost as well.
Senju Hashirama, that outrageously overpowered monster of a shinobi, defeated Madara by a narrow margin. By the usual standards of the Senju clan, Madara should have been executed without mercy, while the surviving Uchiha would be hunted down like stray dogs.
Yet fate took a different turn.
The current head of the Senju clan was Senju Hashirama—someone who had known Madara since childhood. Though family obligations had driven them into opposition, repeated battles had forged an unbreakable bond between them.
Not only did Hashirama spare the defeated Madara, he even proposed reviving their childhood dream together—
the creation of an ideal village.
Madara, however, did not trust Hashirama's words. Consumed by despair, he sought only death, and for that purpose, he posed a cruel and impossible challenge.
"Reconciliation?"
"Then give me back my brother's life!"
"Hashirama—either you kill your own brother, Senju Tobirama, or you kill yourself. Right here. Right now."
Madara believed this dilemma had no solution. Hashirama would never kill his own brother, and Madara did not believe Hashirama would choose death for his sake either.
But what Madara never expected…
was that Hashirama truly was willing to die if it meant peace between the Senju and the Uchiha.
And at that moment—
Madara fell completely.
The Hashirama's persuasive nature' was truly terrifying.
Taking a deep breath, Madara looked at the clan members before him and spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Clan members… the war between the Uchiha and the Senju ends here. I have decided to accept the Senju clan's ceasefire agreement and bring this conflict to an end."
"From this day forward… the Uchiha clan will join hands with the Senju clan to build a shinobi village together."
An oppressive silence fell over the gathering.
The Uchiha found Madara's decision almost impossible to believe.
A blood feud spanning a thousand years—was it really ending just like that?
Those who had died at the hands of the Senju had screamed with their final breaths, swearing that the Uchiha would avenge them and annihilate the Senju clan.
And this so-called ceasefire—how was it any different from outright surrender?!
"The proud Uchiha never surrender!"
But ideals were lofty, while reality was cruel.
After venting their emotions, reason slowly returned to the clan members.
The truth was undeniable—the Uchiha had already lost.
Madara had been defeated by Hashirama and had survived only because of their past bond. Hashirama's overwhelming power was enough to extinguish any lingering flames of resentment or revenge in their hearts.
At that moment—
Uchiha Makoto stepped forward from the somber crowd.
Yes. He was a transmigrator.
In his previous life, he had been an otaku who spent his days browsing , forums, and Q&A sites, arguing online as a keyboard warrior. Then one unfortunate day, he received a visit from the legendary struck by lightning during storm, and woke up in this damn Naruto world.
Makoto still remembered how excited he had been when he first arrived.
I transmigrated! I must be overpowered! I have a system backing me up!
And then—very quickly—
that excitement turned into disappointment… even despair.
Because this was his system:
[Hidden Village Prosperity System]
The more prosperous and powerful the shinobi village under your rule becomes, the greater the rewards you will receive.
And its activation condition:
[System Activation Requirement: Become the leader of a shinobi village.]
Damn it!
Leader of a shinobi village?!
What kind of garbage activation condition was that?!
The timeline he had transmigrated into was far too early.
Konohagakure—the Village Hidden in the Leaves—didn't even exist yet!
Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto, Hyūga Hinata… characters he once knew like the back of his hand hadn't even been born. All that so-called foreknowledge was completely useless in this era.
This was the Warring Clans Era.
An age so chaotic that not only shinobi, but even ordinary civilians were slaughtering each other endlessly. Makoto had survived until now only by being cautious to the extreme—gathering intelligence before every mission, stocking explosive tags and soldier pills, and most importantly—
When danger appeared, always make sure your teammates were standing in front of you.
So what if he had a three-tomoe Sharingan?
Uchiha Izuna had possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan, and he still ended up being schemed to death by Senju Tobirama.
And besides—
Why did he have to become the leader of a village?
According to canon history, Konohagakure would soon be founded.
The First Hokage would be Senju Hashirama.
The Second Hokage?
Obviously Senju Tobirama.
Even Madara couldn't compete with Tobirama—Makoto didn't even need to consider his own chances.
As for the Third Hokage… maybe he'd have a shot if it were Sarutobi Hiruzen, but that would require waiting until Tobirama died during the peace talks with Kumogakure—many years in the future.
Makoto couldn't wait that long.
"You can say 'don't bully the young and poor,' but 'don't bully the old and poor' is unacceptable!"
The only way to activate the system was to go independent—
To found his own shinobi village!
And now… was the perfect opportunity.
"Madara-sama, you want the Uchiha clan to reconcile with the Senju and shake hands in peace?"
"What a joke!"
"Our fallen clansmen are still waiting for us to avenge them! If we stop now, then didn't those who fought alongside us just recently die for nothing?!"
"I absolutely cannot accept this!"
Under the gaze of the entire clan, Uchiha Makoto stepped forward and spoke with righteous fury.
He knew full well that reconciliation and the founding of Konoha were inevitable—but if he wanted to go independent, he had to break away from the Uchiha clan.
And the thousand-year blood feud between the Uchiha and Senju was the best excuse imaginable.
If he could take even a small group of Uchiha with him, that would be enough.
Once more, the emotions of the Uchiha clan were stirred. Voices rose behind Makoto, rallying in support.
His words were infectious.
If Madara was willing to lead them into battle one more time, they were ready to follow him to the death.
But Madara's expression darkened, a shadow crossing his face.
He understood his clansmen's feelings.
But too much blood had already been shed.
A thousand-year blood feud meant endless cycles of killing—generation after generation, with no end in sight. If he wanted to put a stop to it, then bloodshed might be unavoidable…
Even if the blood belonged to his own clan.
Yes.
That's right.
I am doing the right thing.
And most importantly—
Hashirama…
Hashirama, when facing the Senju clan, you would surely make the same choice too… wouldn't you?