Naruto: Tenseigan Eye

The Uzumaki clan's history was intertwined with that of the Senju, their alliances forged through generations to stand against Uchiha. What Shinki pointed out was undeniable: Uchiha's shadow loomed large in every story, every conflict, and every decision.

When Tobirama or Uzumaki Mito recounted these tales, Uchiha's name was inseparable from the narrative. Even Hashirama mentioned Uchiha with a frequency that surpassed others, their presence both feared and hated, yet irreplaceable as the ninja world's ultimate antagonist.

"Do you remember the Uchiha clan's infamous history of internal slaughter?" Shinki asked, prompting Tsunade to recall her grandfather's stories.

Her face turned serious. "I do. Grandpa said the Uchiha back then were terrifying. Their battles against each other left rivers of blood, their powerful eye techniques fueling endless chaos."

"Exactly," Shinki said. "Those stories were just the surface. What's truly terrifying isn't the clan's infighting, but Uchiha Madara. Without your grandfather, Hashirama, to counterbalance him, the Warring States chaos might never have ended. The world wouldn't have seen the rise of the Five Great Ninja Villages, and the nobles would still live in fear of assassination."

In the Warring States era, alliances were fragile, and assassinating daimyo who supported rival clans was common practice. Shinki stretched his neck, continuing, "Those who show hostility toward Uchiha, especially older generations, often carry a deep-seated fear. To them, Uchiha represents a beast that must be caged."

"The younger generation, though," Shinki added, "sees Uchiha differently. They're disliked not for their history but because of their role in the police force."

Tsunade sighed, massaging her temples. "It's been so long. Uchiha Madara is dead. We're all part of the same village now. They should move on."

Shinki chuckled softly but didn't elaborate. Move on? If only they knew that Madara was still alive, plotting in the shadows. Of course, this wasn't something he could share with Tsunade just yet.

"Do you think there's a chance someone like Madara will emerge from Uchiha again?" Tsunade asked, frowning.

"Hard to say," Shinki replied, leaning back. "The Sharingan, after all, thrives on strong emotions. Grief, loss, and rage—all of these can push the Sharingan to evolve. That potential makes them formidable allies but also dangerous liabilities."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "If nurtured properly, Uchiha can be the village's greatest asset. But mishandle them, and you risk catastrophe."

The Warring States period had pushed Uchiha's emotional extremes to their peak. With the relative peace of the village system, their temperaments had stabilized, leading to fewer Mangekyō Sharingan users—but also fewer clan members on the edge of madness.

Tsunade sat quietly, absorbing his words. After a moment, she glanced at him. "So, with you working closely with Uchiha, aren't you worried? What if another Madara rises and targets you?"

Shinki burst out laughing. "Worried? Why would I be? If someone like Madara appears, that's a good thing—it means the village gets stronger. As for me? If they try anything, I'll crush them."

The sheer confidence in his tone left Tsunade stunned for a moment. Then, with a mischievous grin, she leaned over, kissed him on the cheek twice, and said, "Got it. Now go cook. I'm starving."

As Shinki reluctantly shuffled to the kitchen, he muttered to himself, "What did she mean by 'got it'? What's there to get?"

Tsunade, lounging comfortably on the couch, smirked. Not afraid of trouble because you can crush it? That's a philosophy I can get behind. If you're strong enough, there's nothing to fear.

Back on the battlefield, the war raged on.

In Kusagakure, Onoki had managed to hold his ground against Konoha and Sunagakure forces, his efforts delaying the combined armies long enough for Iwagakure to focus its resources on fighting Kumogakure. It was a delicate balance of power, and one misstep could shift the tides dramatically.

Meanwhile, far from Kusagakure, the leaders of Iwagakure and Kumogakure faced off for the first time.

Onoki hovered in the air, his arms crossed, observing the imposing figure of the Third Raikage below. The Third Raikage, standing tall and exuding raw power, glared up at his opponent, his body crackling with lightning.

"Onoki," the Third Raikage called out, his deep voice carrying across the battlefield. "Do you really think you can win this war?"

Onoki smirked, floating higher. "Victory isn't guaranteed until the war ends. Until then, I'll fight to ensure Iwagakure prevails."

The Raikage chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "Relying on the wealth of the Stone Village to win your wars, I see."

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