211. Wait, Its Real?

"Alright, I’m leaving now. Father, take care."

Unable to win against "Uchiha Tajima," Uchiha Izuna could only lower his head and run toward the secondary battlefield.

"Uchiha Tajima? Looks like the Uchiha clan is fighting with the mindset of a final showdown."

In the Senju clan's camp, Senju Tobirama's expression darkened as he saw Uchiha Tajima suddenly appear. For the Uchiha to bring out even their long-retired warriors meant they were prepared to go all out.

"Wait, where’s that brat going?"

As Tobirama furrowed his brow in thought, he noticed that Uchiha Izuna, who had been the loudest earlier, was now dejectedly leaving the main battlefield. Judging by the direction, it seemed he was heading back to the secondary front.

"This is bad. There’s no one there right now who can match that kid. If he gets there, it’ll be a one-sided slaughter."

Quickly analyzing the situation, Tobirama’s eyes gleamed with a flash of resolve. He decided to return to the secondary battlefield to stall Izuna until his elder brother was done toying around. As for Uchiha Tajima, Tobirama didn’t consider him a threat—a retired warrior in his fifties was no match for his brother. Hashirama, when serious, could easily handle multiple Uchiha at once.


"Ugh, big brother can’t take things seriously for once, can he? Always dreaming of making peace with the Uchiha. What kind of fantasy is that?"

Watching his brother, Senju Hashirama, fighting Uchiha Madara as if they were dancing partners, Tobirama, the deeply-hidden brother complex, could only complain inwardly. He then turned and hurried toward the secondary battlefield.

"Whew, finally tricked him. Now it’s my turn to shine."

Seeing Tobirama’s white-haired figure disappear into the nearby forest, Uchiha Gin let out a sigh of relief. Turning his gaze to the heated battle between Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama, he leaped forward, entering their line of sight.

"Hashirama, put more strength into it! Did you even eat tod—cough cough... Father, what are you doing here?"

Mid-air, just after deflecting Hashirama's massive sword, Uchiha Madara had been about to unleash a Fire Release attack while taunting his opponent. But the sudden appearance of a familiar figure made him swallow the fireball back into his throat, causing him to cough with smoke escaping his mouth. Confused, Madara addressed the long-unseen figure of his father.

"Madara, how long are you going to play around? Take a good look at the clansmen behind you!"

"Uchiha Tajima," filled with anger, berated his eldest son harshly. This left Madara a little embarrassed—being scolded like a child in front of Hashirama was a bit much for his pride.

"Uh... Father, my eyesight hasn’t been great lately. How about I look later when we get back?"

Awkwardly scratching his head, Madara, not wanting to be utterly humiliated in public, quietly pleaded with his father.

"Hmph! I’ll deal with you properly when we get back!"

Satisfied with his son’s submission, Uchiha Gin—disguised as Uchiha Tajima—continued with a commanding tone, "When dealing with the Senju, there’s no need for honor. Strike boldly and fiercely! We father and son will crush this bushy-browed brat together, leaving him no escape!"

"Uh… Father, I can handle this alone. Please don’t interfere."

Hearing his father’s declaration, Madara’s heart sank. Glancing at Hashirama not far away, concern clouded his already blurry vision.

"I’m not blind yet. How long are you planning to mess around?"

Feigning an adjustment to his glasses, Uchiha Gin sternly scolded. A surge of dense chakra erupted from him, his aged eyes turning crimson as three tomoe spun within. The battlefield was instantly shrouded in a dark, oppressive energy, catching even Hashirama’s attention.

"Madara, listen to your father. He’s not young anymore; don’t upset him further."

Seeing the now-angry Uchiha Tajima, Hashirama couldn’t help but step forward and try to mediate, addressing his old friend Madara.

"Tch, see how other people’s children are so considerate?"

Hearing Hashirama’s well-meaning words, Uchiha Gin couldn’t resist expressing his admiration for the "perfect kid" from another family.

"Shut up, you idiot, Hashirama! Do you even know what we’re talking about? Why are you butting in?"

Madara, now thoroughly annoyed, snapped at Hashirama. Couldn’t the fool see his father was plotting his demise? Hashirama should be retreating instead of playing mediator. Uchiha Tajima wasn’t known for pulling his punches.

"Uh… Carry on then. Let me know when you’re done talking, and we can continue fighting."

Scratching his head in embarrassment, Hashirama awkwardly retreated, planting his massive sword into the ground and waiting for Madara to settle his family matters.

"Father, this is my fight. Let me handle it first. If I truly can’t win, then you can step in."

Not daring to openly defy his father, Madara reluctantly conceded, gripping the fan symbolizing the Uchiha clan leader tightly as he addressed Uchiha Tajima with determination.

"Very well. Fight to your heart’s content. I’ll stay on the sidelines to guard against interference. Anyone who dares step in will have no return."

Easing his stance slightly, Uchiha Gin nodded and gestured for Madara to proceed. He then flickered to the edge of the battlefield, crossing his arms as his crimson eyes scanned the surroundings, his presence radiating an unmistakable aura of hostility.

"Are you done yet, Madara?"


Seeing Uchiha Tajima leave, Senju Hashirama breathed a sigh of relief

“Hashirama, I’m going to get serious now!”

Rubbing his strained eyes, Uchiha Madara tried hard to focus on Hashirama in the distance. However, due to overusing his Mangekyō Sharingan, he could only make out Hashirama’s blurry figure.

“I’m serious too!”

As soon as Hashirama spoke, a massive wooden golem rose from the ground, launching a fierce punch. Several enormous, menacing wood dragons surged toward Madara.

“Fight!”

A deep-blue giant formed instantly, its four massive hands intercepting the attacking wood dragons. With brute force, it tore the dragons apart.

Round two begins.

“Where’s the second male lead?”

On the sidelines of this colossal battle, “Uchiha Tajima” maintained a calm exterior, but his heart was racing. He kept calling for “Senju Tobirama” in his mental space. The timing was perfect—any further delays might ruin everything.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming!”

After a brief response in the mental chat, the line went silent. Uchiha Gin (disguised as Tajima) exhaled deeply and closed the chat group. His eyes gleamed with excitement. If this worked, he would go down in history as a key figure in the founding of Konoha.

“Whoosh~~~”

As Uchiha Gin was imagining his glorious future, a familiar sound of slicing air reached him. A rune-marked kunai flew past his cheek, the gust cutting painfully against his skin.

“Finally here?”

Sensing the familiar presence of spatial energy, Uchiha Gin looked up to see a white-haired figure arrive, slightly out of breath. A trace of approval flashed in Gin’s eyes.

Now this is acting—a true professional!

Senju Tobirama appeared with a few specks of dust on his face, his crimson eyes full of vigilance. Holding a kunai in one hand and keeping the other near his chest, he was poised for combat, ready to strike at any moment.

“Uchiha Tajima, what is your objective?”

Facing Tajima’s strange expression, Tobirama’s brows furrowed. His mind raced as he calculated how to deal with this “cunning old man.”

Wait, was this line in the script?
Ah, such a master actor! Adding lines so naturally like this.

“Hmph, little Senju brat, don’t try to measure my intellect with your shallow mind.”

If Gin didn’t step up his acting game now, he’d be outdone by this mere Wood Clone. He needed to add some flair!

“Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet!”

Failing to extract information from Gin, Tobirama didn’t hesitate. His hands moved swiftly, summoning a massive surge of water behind him, which formed into a dragon. The dragon opened its jaws wide and charged toward Uchiha Gin.

“Heh, probing attacks now? Weren’t we supposed to end this in one strike? Impressive, kid—you’re a genius!”

Facing the menacing water dragon, Gin raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t expected this Wood Clone to be so thorough. A quick finish would’ve lacked dramatic impact. Truly, this clone was a hidden talent.

“Fire Release: Great Fireball Jutsu!”

With that thought, Gin stopped worrying about the slightly improvised script. He jumped straight into his freestyle performance, putting on a serious expression as he formed seals. A massive fireball erupted from his mouth, colliding head-on with the incoming water dragon.

“Boom—Hissss~”

The clash of fire and water created a tremendous impact, filling the battlefield with dense steam. In an instant, Gin was enveloped in the vapor, his vision completely obscured—though his trusty Sharingan remained unaffected.

“Wait, why does this scene feel so familiar?”

As the scarlet light of his eyes pierced through the mist, Gin felt a nagging sense of déjà vu. Hadn’t he seen something like this years ago?

“Whoosh!”

Just as Gin was lost in thought, several kunai streaked through the air toward him. With a flicker in his eye, he effortlessly tilted his head, dodging the ordinary kunai with ease. A smirk crept onto his lips as he thought:

Has this Wood Clone gotten too immersed in the role? Why isn’t he speeding things up? I’ve got bigger plans to handle after this.

“Perfect timing!”

The instant Gin finished complaining internally, he sensed spatial energy emanating from one of the kunai. His heart leaped in delight. It seemed the Wood Clone still knew how to prioritize. He made a mental note to cast this clone in future performances and let it enjoy a starring role!

“Flying Thunder God Slash!”

Not far away, Tobirama’s eyes lit up with determination as he hurled the marked kunai. Drawing his final short sword, he executed his deadly technique with precision.

“Shiiing!~~”

The sound of a blade piercing flesh echoed across the battlefield. To keep things “real,” Gin had deliberately lowered his guard. He glanced over his shoulder, where Tobirama—appearing behind him via the Flying Thunder God—stabbed his sword clean through Gin’s waist. A chilling sensation spread from the wound as Gin felt his freshly “manufactured” kidney get impaled.

Looking down at the blood gushing from his wound, Gin’s mind swirled with confusion.

"This… is real?"