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As Arata continued, "But Father, the thing is, this is even more dangerous. That being… we saw in the war that he might be immortal. No one knows what kind of jutsu he has or how many tricks he's hiding. And if he's spying on us, well… the scroll says he's the one who caused the war. So, he could easily create chaos inside Konoha, start an internal war, and destroy everything we worked so hard to build. We can't just ignore that."
Tobirama nodded. "That's exactly why I said we need to be careful. We can't just rush into this," he said, arms crossed.
"I think what Arata said makes sense," Izuna added. "
As Arata Noded After all, he's not originally from this world.
Arata sighed. He knew that only Madara and his father could awaken the Rinnegan, not just any Senju or Uchiha. Why? Because only Hashirama and Madara had the chakra of Asura and Indra. If Hashirama merged his cells with Madara's, they would definitely awaken the Rinnegan. The same went for Madara. Since both were reincarnations, there was no real danger.
"Yeah, Arata's logic makes sense," Madara finally said.
Tobirama clenched his fists. "I won't let anyone hurt you, Brother. And I won't let you hurt yourself either," he said, voice firm. "I've already lost too much… I don't want to lose you too, Elder Brother."
Hashirama smiled. "I understand, Tobirama. But I agree with my son. This experiment is necessary."
Madara closed his eyes, thinking. He had already made up his mind. He was going to protect his brother, his niece, and… Arata Senju, who had started feeling like a son to him. And of course, his lov *Cough * best friend, Hashirama. If something happened to him… then so be it.
"Alright," Madara said. "I'll go through with the experiment, along with Hashirama. If this gives us a chance to defeat that immortal bastard, then it's worth it."
Hearing Madara and Hashirama's determination, Tobirama and Izuna didn't know what to say. They still wanted to stop them, but… their logic wasn't wrong. The enemy had been alive for over a thousand years. Who knew what kind of jutsu he had?
"Enough talking," Madara said. "We've decided."
"Yeah, we'll start the experiment," Hashirama agreed.
Hashirama smiled confidently. "With my Sage Mode, there won't be any accidents. My body can regenerate, after all. If there's no problem, then Madara will go next."
Madara frowned. "No, let me go first."
But when he saw the determination in Hashirama's eyes, he sighed. There was no changing his mind.
Hashirama wasn't just doing this for himself. He was doing it for the village, for the dream they had built together. He wasn't going to let anyone destroy Konoha.
Madara smirked. "Fine. But if you mess this up, don't expect me to hold back when I call you an idiot."
Hashirama chuckled. "I wouldn't expect anything less."
The reason Hashirama wanted to go first was simple. If it was just a normal opponent, some ordinary shinobi, he could rely on his strength and fight them head-on. But this was different. They were dealing with someone who had lived for thousands of years. Hashirama wasn't sure how to handle that. This person could be too strong.
Awakening the Rinnegan might be their only chance. After all, the Sage of Six Paths was considered a god among shinobi. Hashirama knew he wasn't at that level. He was still mortal. He could die. But if he gained the Rinnegan, maybe—just maybe—he'd have a chance to fight that immortal being that sages of Both Senju and Uchiha had written about in the scrolls.
Madara, who had just agreed to let Hashirama do the experiment first, suddenly frowned. Maybe he should change his decision.
"Hashirama, I'm also a Hokage," Madara said, crossing his arms. "I should be the one to do the experiment first."
Hashirama raised an eyebrow. "And I'm not?"
Madara scoffed. "I mean, I'm letting you go first, but I have responsibilities too. If something happens to you, then what? I should do it."
"No way," Hashirama said firmly.
"I have the final say! I'm doing it!" Madara declared.
Hashirama smirked. "I'm also Hokage. I have the final say. I'm doing it!"
Within seconds, the two great shinobi—two of the strongest men in history—were bickering like children. Leaves swirled in the air as they prepared to fight, each one determined to prove that they should be the first test subject.
Arata sighed, rubbing his forehead. His father and Uncle Madara were at it again. Why was he always stuck in the middle of this mess? A sweat drop rolled down his face as he looked at Tobirama, silently asking for help.
Tobirama sighed as well and patted Arata on the head. "This is… rare," he muttered, watching his brother act like a child.
Izuna, who had been watching the scene unfold, smiled awkwardly. "I've never seen my brother like this before," he admitted.
For fifteen whole minutes, Hashirama and Madara kept arguing, while Tobirama, Izuna, and Arata just stood there, watching like spectators at a festival.
Finally, Arata couldn't take it anymore. "Okay, Dad, Uncle Madara, let's settle this with a vote!"
The two stopped mid-argument, turning to look at him.
"We'll vote on who gets to go first. The person with the most votes wins, and the loser has to accept it," Arata explained. "Since you two obviously won't agree, we three—me, Uncle Tobirama, and Uncle Izuna—will decide."
Hashirama blinked. "You want to decide it with… Vote?"
Madara raised an eyebrow. "Hah! That actually sounds fair."
Tobirama smirked. "I agree."
Izuna nodded. "Yeah, let's do it."
Madara grinned and pointed at Izuna and Arata. "Alright then. Izuna, vote for me! And Arata, you too!" He sat at his Hokage desk like a king waiting for his subjects to obey.
Hashirama copied him, sitting across from him. "Tobirama, vote for me! And Arata my Son , you should vote for me!"
Watching these two grown men act like kids, Arata couldn't help but laugh. He turned to Tobirama, who simply nodded. Then he looked at Izuna, who also nodded in agreement.
"Alright then," Arata said. "Raise your hand if you think Uncle Madara should go first."
Madara raised his hand.
Madara smirked. "See? I—"
Arata smirked back. "Okay, the final result is… Uncle Madara got one vote."
Madara's smirk disappeared. "Huh?"
Arata clapped his hands together. "That means the winner is my father, Hashirama Senju!"
Madara, realizing he had lost, looked completely betrayed. "Wait—WHAT?! You tricked me!"
Hashirama burst out laughing, patting Madara on the shoulder. "Better luck next time, my friend."
Madara sulked. "I hate Voting…"
Tobirama rolled his eyes. "You only hate it because you lost."
Arata grinned. This was definitely one of the weirdest days of his life well in This Second life.