"Tobirama… Stop worrying so much about everything!"
Unlike his brother's stern demeanor, the Shodaime remained relaxed, speaking in an easygoing manner.
"We're already dead. Let them handle these matters on their own!"
With that, he turned to Tsunade, flashing her a warm, reassuring smile.
"Tsunade, don't take Tobirama's words too seriously. Just live happily!"
As his words settled in the air, wisps of dust began to drift away from the bodies of the First and Second Hokage—their time in the living world was coming to an end.
"Toshiro, the future of the Uchiha is in your hands now. Don't let them do worse than the Senju!"
On the other side, a faint glow emanated from Uchiha Izuna's form as well. A trace of regret flickered in his eyes—he hadn't been able to see his elder brother one last time.
But this young man, Uchiha Toshiro, had impressed him.
"Toshiro, you're not young anymore," Nako interjected, stepping forward and gently cupping her grandson's face. Her gaze was warm but firm.
"It's time to think about your future. Don't end up like Lord Madara—alone until the very end!"
"Yes, yes, I got it!"
After bidding farewell to his grandmother, Toshiro lightly brushed his fingers over his brow, a faint smile forming on his lips.
Even in parting, his grandmother's love remained unwavering—she hadn't forgotten to leave him a final gift.
—
Without delay, Toshiro swiftly conducted his succession ceremony and immediately set off for the Fire Capital. There, he engaged in a "friendly and cordial" exchange with the Daimyo of the Land of Fire.
The officials accompanying them were left utterly stunned.
To be honest, the new Hokage of Konoha didn't resemble a traditional ninja at all. Instead, he carried himself more like a carefree aristocrat of the Fire Capital—far too well-versed in the arts of fine dining, indulgence, and entertainment.
But what baffled them even more was the Daimyo's sudden shift in attitude. Despite meeting for the first time, he had taken an instant liking to Toshiro, as if they were long-lost kindred spirits. In an astonishing gesture of goodwill, he even went so far as to offer his newlywed bride to him.
Fortunately, the Fifth Hokage tactfully declined the Daimyo's "kindness," citing that, as a newly appointed leader, it would be unwise to indulge too openly. Had he accepted, the officials would have been at a complete loss on how to handle the resulting political chaos.
As Toshiro busied himself with his new role as Hokage, a lone figure near the Water Country's camp exhaled heavily.
"That bastard is finally gone…"
Obito carefully scanned his Kamui space, ensuring that Toshiro was nowhere to be found. Only after confirming his absence did he feel a sense of relief.
But a new problem arose—what was his next move?
According to Zetsu's latest intelligence, Danzo—pathetic as ever—had been branded a traitor by Toshiro and was set to be executed soon. Meanwhile, the Sandaime and his allies had been pushed aside, rendered powerless.
"Obito, things at the main camp seem to be spiraling out of control."
A raspy voice came from behind Obito. It was Black Zetsu, who had continued to manipulate Yagura in Obito's absence.
"Out of control?" Obito cast a questioning glance at Black Zetsu before narrowing his eyes. "Are you saying those bloodline-clan shinobi are planning another assassination attempt?"
"No," Black Zetsu replied, his tone laced with intrigue. "This time, they've united—and they're planning to launch a full-scale battle against Konoha. And, unfortunately for me, it's not something I can easily dissuade them from."
There was no avoiding it. The command to wage war against Konoha had been issued under Obito's manipulation of Yagura, originally intended only as a means of pressuring the Bloodline faction.
However, no one had anticipated that these bloodline clans within Kiri would not only support the order but also fan the flames of war, rallying the more aggressive factions among the Mist shinobi to actively prepare for battle.
"I see…"
Obito narrowed his eyes, contemplating the situation.
These Kiri shinobi were proving to be far more troublesome than expected. Since they were so eager for war with Konoha, he might as well let them bear the consequences.
**The Land of Wind**
Meanwhile, in Sunagakure, Rasa was in high spirits after a heartfelt conversation with his son.
In Gaara's early years as a Jinchūriki, he had frequently lost control due to his young age and unstable emotions.
But over the past two to three years, as Gaara matured, those dangerous outbursts had ceased. He no longer teetered on the edge of losing control, and for the first time in a long while, Rasa felt a sense of relief.
While Rasa was secretly pleased with his son's progress, he did not hesitate to express his paternal affection in hopes of strengthening his bond with Gaara, the village's Jinchūriki.
Though the results were minimal, he considered it a good start.
"Uchiha Toshiro… Is he the boy who delivered that letter all those years ago?"
Gazing at the letter in his hand, Rasa fell into deep thought.
While Sunagakure had benefited significantly from its alliance with Konoha—gaining stability and prosperity—true dominance still eluded them. The village remained far from achieving real power.
And now, with Konoha's leadership in the hands of an Uchiha, things had become even more complicated.
**The Land of Earth**
"What did you say?!"
The Third Tsuchikage's face darkened as he glared at his son.
"Konoha's new Fifth Hokage… is from the Uchiha clan!"
Kitsuchi sighed in exasperation. Was his father's hearing failing with age? He forced a smile and patiently repeated the message before adding:
"Father, I've fought Uchiha Toshiro before. He is ruthless as well as sharp. Shouldn't you reconsider your little schemes?"
"After all, we have an alliance with Konoha."
Onoki, known for his fiery temper, glared at his son. Kitsuchi, in contrast, was mild-mannered and straightforward, often frustrated by his father's deep-seated suspicion of others.
With a loud slam, Onoki shot to his feet, ready to reprimand his son. Trust? Alliances? They were nothing but illusions.
Especially now—with an Uchiha as Hokage—Konoha was more dangerous than ever. These people couldn't be trusted. He had to keep a close watch on Konoha's every move.
"Naïve! Just like—"
Crack!
A sharp, splintering sound echoed through the room.
"…Hurry… Someone help me…!"
Clutching his lower back, Onoki grimaced, his face turning an alarming shade of green. At that moment, concerns about the Uchiha becoming Hokage were the least of his worries.
"..."
Suppressing a sigh, Kitsuchi slung his father over his shoulder, pushed open the office door, and strode out.
"Where are you taking me?"
Despite the pain shooting through his back, Onoki attempted to wriggle free, his pride wounded more than his body.
"As the Tsuchikage, I can't be seen like this!"
"Keep quiet! We're going to the hospital. Let the medical-nin take a look at you!" Kitsuchi scolded, exasperation clear in his voice. "You're not young anymore, Father. Stop trying to act tough!"
**The Land of Lightning**
The Fourth Raikage sat in silence, his expression unreadable as he absorbed the latest news. Uchiha Toshiro had officially taken the seat of Hokage.
For a brief moment, disappointment flickered in his eyes.
He had anticipated a fierce struggle between Konoha's leadership and the Uchiha. Given their notorious history, it was an open secret among the village leaders that the two factions were anything but united.
This division stemmed from the legendary battle between the Shodaime and Madara. What had started as a mere clash between two titans had escalated into a spectacle so grand that it was impossible for anyone to ignore.
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