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As Hashirama and everyone left, Madara stood up and looked out the window. He watched the workers outside, busy with construction. Some used wooden scaffolds, while others shaped the land with Earth Release. A few artisans were carving a statue—a single face, but with half of his own and half of Hashirama's. It was a symbol that both of them were Hokage, leading the village together. Seeing this, Madara smiled slightly.
Meanwhile, outside Konoha, a shadowy figure hid beneath the ground, barely visible.
"Damn it! Who ruined my plan?" the figure muttered in frustration. "I've been planning this for thousands of years… and whoever did this executed it perfectly. Shit! Why did this happen?"
The figure clenched his fists.
"Mother… wait a little longer. I will free you soon."
But something didn't make sense.
"That man… Uchiha Izuna. He should not be alive. More than that—how did he awaken the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan?"
The figure frowned, though he had no eyebrows.
"I have to be careful… There's still time. Mother, just wait. I'll bring you back soon."
With that, the shadowy figure, half-submerged in the earth, disappeared into the ground, vanishing without a trace.
That figure was none other than Black Zetsu.
For centuries, he had manipulated history, ensuring that the reincarnations of Indra and Ashura would clash. His goal was always the same—to guide Indra's reincarnation down a path of darkness, making them emotionally unstable and easier to control.
At first, for over a hundred years, the Uchiha had not even awakened the Sharingan. But thanks to his interference, the clan eventually gained the ability to unlock it. Still, no one had ever awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan before—let alone the Eternal Mangekyō.
Black Zetsu hadn't known about the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan at first. But Indra… Indra had theorized it. He had tested that theory, taking the Sharingan from one family member and implanting it into another, proving that it was possible.
So, Black Zetsu waited—waited for new reincarnations of Indra and Asura to be born. He knew how to find them. He could sense their chakra, as he was a being born from nature itself.
For centuries, he had orchestrated wars, trying to force Indra's reincarnations to awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan. But no matter how much conflict he created, none of them could do it—not even Indra's reincarnations themselves.
Now, finally, he had found one—the closest reincarnation of Indra so far.
Uchiha Madara.
Madara had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan.
So, Black Zetsu had pushed for war between the Uchiha and Senju. He had carefully planned everything, ensuring that Madara's younger brother, Izuna, would die before his eyes. That loss would push Madara to seek power—to take Izuna's eyes and awaken the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
"If Izuna hadn't died, Madara wouldn't have gained the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan… and my plan would have failed," Black Zetsu thought, deep beneath the ground.
Knock, knock.
Just as Madara was watching over the village, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," he said.
The door creaked open, and a small figure stepped inside.
"Ah, Uncle Madara!" Arata Senju greeted with a bright smile.
Madara turned, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, it's you, kid. So, what's wrong? Something happen?"
Arata shook his head. "Nah, just wanted to see you."
Madara smirked slightly. "Hmph. Is that so?"
Over time, Madara had grown fond of Arata. The boy was different—he wasn't like the other Senju. Unlike Tobirama, who always looked at him with suspicion, Arata had no hatred toward the Uchiha.
Madara didn't have any children of his own. But seeing Arata, his best friend Hashirama's son, striving for peace, trying to fulfill his father's dream… it made something inside him soften.
He had started thinking of Arata as his own son.
Arata laughed as he walked toward Madara, who was sitting on the Kage's bench near the table. Seeing him approach, Madara glanced at him, his expression unreadable as always. His lack of eyebrows made his frown look even sharper.
"Now tell me, kid, what's the matter?" Madara asked, his tone casual but curious.
Arata smiled and sat on a nearby stool. "Uncle Madara, I found an ancient book with something interesting recorded in it. Take a look."
Arata pulled out an old scroll from his sleeve. He had found it in the Senju library a while ago, but he had been keeping it for a special moment like this. The time for truth had come, though he had to be careful not to reveal his reincarnation or anything suspicious.
The scroll looked ancient—covered in dirt, edges torn, and ink slightly faded. But in reality, Arata had buried it in soil and deliberately damaged it to make it look authentic.
Madara took the scroll, his curiosity piqued. "What is it?"
"Just read it," Arata said, watching him closely.
Madara unrolled the scroll and started reading.
"If you are reading this, then you must have found the beginning. I am RamiHassu of the Senju clan, and my friend here is SabkaMotto of the Uchiha clan. We were once known as warring sages. My friend became a sage of the Uchiha, and I of the Senju.
We write this for the future generations of the Senju clan. My friend, however, was cast out from the Uchiha because he refused to fight in the wars. This is the first year since the warring period began, and the world is in chaos.
The shinobi of this era are turning into monsters. The most powerful clans have been divided into three major factions: the Kaguya clan, the Uchiha clan, and the Senju clan. These clans conquer lands, seize resources, and work for various countries. They accept missions, kill anyone in their way, and leave destruction behind.
Most believe that the wars were caused by shinobi greed. People began to hate ninjas. But the truth is… there is a hidden hand behind all this.
He has no name. He is a black shadow, blending into trees, land, and even people, unseen by all. I was only able to sense him because of my connection to nature through Sage Mode.
He is the one who created these endless wars. He is the true source of all this bloodshed.
Some say he is the son of a goddess. That goddess… she was the mother of the Sage of the Six Paths. But in the end, she tried to destroy the world. The Sage and his brother sealed her away.
With her last strength, she created a son. A black being.
How do we know this? The elders of the Senju clan have always known. But as time passed, and the old generation died, people started to forget. Now, it is nothing more than a myth…"
Madara's eyes narrowed as he Continued reading. He gripped the scroll tightly