Naruto:Senju With Nano Machine.

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The peace talks between Konoha and Kumogakure dragged on, their outcome uncertain but crucial. Beneath the surface of diplomacy, unspoken tensions simmered. For Hitoshi Akihito, the political undercurrents were fascinating, but they remained secondary to his personal objectives. Amid these negotiations, another story unfolded—the impending fate of Hyuga Hizashi.

Hitoshi leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the desk as his thoughts wandered to Hizashi. The man's days were clearly numbered, his role as a branch family member reducing him to a pawn in Konoha's larger game of diplomacy and sacrifice. But Hitoshi had no intention of being a savior. I'm no saint, he mused, glancing down at the edge of a medical book he had just finished. But his son… his son is something else.

Neji Hyuga. Even as a young boy, Neji's genius was apparent. He carried himself with a discipline and focus rare for his age, and his potential as a shinobi was undeniable. If raised correctly, he could become a perfect sword, wielded with precision to cut down my enemies, Hitoshi thought, his lips curling into a faint smirk. His interest in Neji was far from altruistic; it was strategy. Neji was a tool waiting to be forged, and Hitoshi intended to hold the hammer.

Hitoshi's days were spent devouring medical books and historical texts, with Nano efficiently committing every word to memory. As he flipped through the pages of Konoha's recorded history, however, he couldn't suppress his disdain for the narrative.

The official records were clear, concise—and riddled with bias. They glorified the Senju clan's role in Konoha's founding, presenting them as visionaries who had unified the fractured clans of the Warring States period. The contributions of the Uchiha clan, however, were mentioned only sparingly and often with a tone of suspicion. The Sarutobi and Shimura clans, meanwhile, were heralded as pivotal figures who had supposedly strengthened Konoha's foundation.

"If I didn't know better," Hitoshi muttered under his breath, "I'd think the Sarutobi and Shimura clans built this village with their bare hands."

The sanitized version of history portrayed Hashirama Senju as a benevolent leader and Madara Uchiha as a power-hungry traitor whose actions had nearly destroyed their dream of peace. There was no acknowledgment of their shared vision or the compromises they had made to establish the village. Madara's contributions were overshadowed by the specter of his defection, his name becoming synonymous with betrayal.

"It's garbage," Hitoshi said aloud, his voice tinged with amusement. He couldn't dismiss the importance of memorizing this "authentic history of Konoha," though. The village lived and thrived by these stories, no matter how one-sided they were. To navigate Konoha's treacherous political landscape, he needed to understand not just the reality but the facade it projected.

As Hitoshi read on, he found references to other clans from across the Warring States period—Hagoromo, Kaguya, Hyuga—all carefully woven into Konoha's narrative of unity. Yet even here, the story was skewed. Every mention of the Uchiha carried a shadow of mistrust, while the Sarutobi and Shimura clans were praised as steadfast protectors of the village's ideals.

"No wonder the Uchiha grew resentful," Hitoshi thought, his mind drifting to the clan's current predicament. Madara wasn't just betrayed by the village; he was erased from its legacy.

He closed the book and leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. The victors write the history, and here, the Sarutobi and Shimura clans wrote themselves as heroes.

Despite his disdain, Hitoshi absorbed every word. Knowledge was power, and understanding the official narrative was just as important as knowing the truth. This sanitized history was a tool—one he could use to his advantage when the time came.

Meanwhile, the peace talks between Konoha and Kumogakure were reaching their climax. The Root division, under Danzo's control, had assumed full responsibility for the security of the negotiations. This allowed the ANBU operatives some reprieve, including Uchiha Shisui, who, after two grueling days, finally returned to his home.

Exhaustion weighed heavily on Shisui, though he hid it well. His movements remained fluid, his demeanor calm and collected. As he stepped into his home, he was greeted by a younger member of the Uchiha clan, who bowed respectfully.

"Shisui-kun," the clan member said, his tone polite but urgent, "the clan leader requests your presence."

Shisui paused, his expression momentarily unreadable. "I see," he replied, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Tell him I'll be there shortly."

The younger Uchiha nodded and departed, leaving Shisui alone in the quiet of his home. His smile faded as he exhaled softly, running a hand through his hair. Fugaku-sama rarely summons me unless it's important.

End of the Chapter.