SON OF HASIRAMA-SENJU

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"Tou-chan, esteemed elders, and my clan's men, I have a question," Arata said, his voice calm but firm.

Everyone in the meeting room turned to look at him.

"The thing is simple. We've been fighting the Uchiha for way too long. I don't think this endless fighting and killing should continue. And it's not just us and the Uchiha—because of our battles, other clans started fighting too. Everyone wants to prove they're not weak, and now the whole world is at war."

Arata paused, looking at the elders. "I want to stop this. I want to create a world where people don't have to live in fear of war. I know I'm not strong enough right now, but in the end, goodwill and power need to be balanced. If we unite with the Uchiha instead of fighting them, we could bring peace. The whole warring era could be controlled under one rule. No more pointless battles. No more children dying. No more fathers sending their sons to war."

The room fell silent.

"Think about that," Arata continued. "Fathers, elders—do you want your children to die in this war? If war doesn't exist, what do we really have to lose?"

Arata spoke from the bottom of his heart. He wasn't some great talker. He didn't have some Talk no Jutsu to change people's minds. But he said what he truly believed. Fighting was useless. Maybe, just maybe, he could push for Konoha to be created earlier.

Ding!

A voice suddenly rang in his mind.

[Due to the host's desire for peace and ending chaos, the Chosen System has activated three choices.]

Option 1: Go to war and kill Uchiha Madara.

Result: The world will be peaceful, and Senju Arata can rule without opposition.

Consequence: Half of your chakra will be permanently gone.

Option 2: Go to war and kill Uchiha Izuna.

Result: The Senju Clan will gain a great advantage.

Reward: "Revenge of Uchiha Madara" (Madara will personally hunt you down).

Option 3: End the war and establish Konoha early.

Reward: "Isse's Dragon Harem Aura" (Your chakra will take on a dragon-like aura of issei Hyoudou , and you will be extremely attractive to women).

Arata blinked.

'The fk, system?!**'

His brain froze for a second.

'How the hell are the first two options supposed to benefit me?! Losing half my chakra?! Having Madara come after me for revenge?! Are you trying to get me killed, system?!'

He took a deep breath, cursing in his head.

'Only an idiot would pick the first two. The third one is the safest!'

Just as Arata was thinking this, a voice snapped him back to reality.

"Young Lord, what do you mean by that?" one of the elders asked.

"Yes, Young Lord!" another Senju spoke up angrily. "The Uchiha clan has killed so many of our brothers and sisters. Are we just going to let them go?"

"Exactly! You're still young, you don't understand!"

"They are the source of evil! Look at their eyes—they must be killed!"

"Young Lord, you can't be soft-hearted like your father!" one elder growled. "In this world, soft-hearted people are dangerous. Others will take advantage of them!"

Arata sighed.

'Man, why does everyone in this era have killing on their mind?'

The whole room went silent for a second. Then—BOOM!

It was like Arata had dropped an atomic bomb.

The elders' faces turned red with anger. The clan warriors clenched their fists. Even the younger Senju in the room looked shocked.

Even Tobirama.

The usually calm and serious Tobirama was stunned. His eyes narrowed, and his face darkened. He never expected his own nephew to think like his brother.

To Tobirama, the Uchiha were evil. And evil should be put two feet under the ground.

The others in the room didn't know why Tobirama hated the Uchiha so much. They just assumed it was because of the long war. But there was another reason.

A deep reason.

A reason that started seven years ago.

Back then, the Sarutobi Clan was weak. They had strong Will of Fire, but in terms of strength? They weren't at the level of the Senju or Uchiha.

At that time, the Senju Clan was fighting both the Uchiha and the Hagoromo Clan. The war had brought heavy losses. They needed allies.

So, their father—Butsuma Senju—came up with a plan.

A marriage alliance.

He arranged for Tobirama to marry the princess of the Sarutobi Clan—Sarutobi Shizuka.

The Sarutobi weren't strong, but a marriage alliance would bring them under Senju control. They would become a pawn—but a loyal one.

And at that time, Tobirama didn't care about love. He cared about duty. If marrying Shizuka made the Senju stronger, he would do it.

Everything was going according to plan.

Until the Uchiha interfered.

Just before the marriage, the Uchiha kidnapped Shizuka.

When she was finally returned to her clan, she was no longer pure.

Her honor was destroyed.

She could never be married again. The Sarutobi Clan broke off the alliance out of shame. And Tobirama…

His hatred for the Uchiha burned deeper than hellfire.

So now, when Arata—his own nephew—spoke about peace with Uchiha, Tobirama looked at him with disappointment.

"Are you really the son of my brother?" he muttered under his breath.

But then—Hashirama smiled.

He was looking at Arata with pride.

"You truly are my son."

Hashirama's thoughts echoed in his mind.

"You are just like me. You carry the same dreams. You have the same heart. You are truly my son, Arata. I am proud of you."

While Tobirama clenched his fists in anger—Hashirama's eyes softened.

He saw hope.