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The Land of FIre daimyo's face twitched as he saw the man before him.
"Sen... Senju... Hashirama!"
The Land of FIre daimyo's eyes widened in terror, as if he had encountered a ghost. His eyes were filled with fear.
"You..."
"You... you... you..."
"How... how are you..."
The daimyo's tongue trembled, unable to speak clearly. He stared at Hashirama, his mind going blank.
His thoughts had stopped entirely!
Hashirama observed the Land of FIre daimyo's reaction. It was somewhat expected that he would recognize him, but it was surprising to see such a reaction.
However...
Hashirama took a moment to examine the daimyo. He looked to be about the same age as Hiruzen Sarutobi.
He must not be the daimyo from the founding days of Konohagakure.
"Do you recognize me?"
Hashirama asked, feigning ignorance with a gentle smile, appearing very kind.
"We... we've met before..."
The Land of FIre daimyo's emotions calmed slightly. He looked at the man before him, who resembled his childhood memories.
How frightening!
How could someone like this appear again?!
Unlike the ninjas who had seen Hashirama earlier, the daimyo was not afraid of Hashirama's strength but was terrified by the presence of someone he believed to be dead.
As his thoughts cleared, the daimyo recalled many ghost stories he had heard in his youth, feeling a deep sense of dread.
"I don't remember."
Hashirama spoke casually. He was not surprised; in fact, it would have been odd if the Land of FIre daimyo didn't recognize him.
"That was decades ago. At that time, you were the First Hokage, and my father was the daimyo. I saw you when you came to the daimyo's residence."
The Land of FIre daimyo reminisced.
His memories quickly transported him back to that era.
He was young then.
Now, he was in his twilight years.
The daimyo stared blankly at Hashirama, who looked almost unchanged and youthful, feeling as if time itself was mocking him.
"Since you know me, I'll cut to the chase..."
Before Hashirama could finish his sentence, the door to the room was violently smashed open.
A figure burst into the room.
It was the young man they had seen earlier at the door.
The moment the young man saw Hashirama, his expression turned understanding, and a cold smirk appeared on his lips.
"I knew you had bad intentions. Thankfully, I arrived in time!"
As he spoke, the young man waved his hand, and armored samurai began to enter the room.
Each samurai held a sword.
The samurai took up positions, each aiming their blades at Hashirama, standing by and ready.
"How did you get in here?"
The Land of FIre daimyo's face turned pale, especially seeing the samurai who had rushed in. He was enraged, "Are you attempting a rebellion?"
"It's this man who's trying to rebel!"
The young man pointed at Hashirama, his brow furrowed, his eyes fierce, radiating a strong sense of killing intent.
"Impudent!"
The Land of FIre daimyo roared, clearly frustrated by the audacious intrusion of the samurai.
"It's fine."
Hashirama smiled at the daimyo, appearing very calm, and said, "Actually, he's right. I am here to rebel."
"…"
"…"
"…"
The Land of FIre daimyo was speechless.
The young man was speechless.
The samurai who had entered were also at a loss for words.
"You all arrived just in time. I was already displeased with you at the door. Now that you've come directly, it won't be so pleasant!"
"And you samurai."
"Don't you understand that there are no second chances?"
"How many times have you appeared before me?"
"Do you think I have no temper?"
Hashirama spoke coldly, each word carrying a sharp edge. As he finished speaking, vines began to sprout from the ground.
The vines grew at a visible speed.
In an instant.
They wrapped around the young man and the samurai, with the vines multiplying and entangling them, eventually enveloping them completely.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of crushing sounds echoed, like balloons bursting. Blood began to seep through the gaps in the vines.
"Them..."
The Land of FIre daimyo, who had just begun to calm down, felt his agitation return. His gaze toward Hashirama shifted subtly.
Something was wrong!
His father had always said that Hashirama Senju was incredibly benevolent, very kind, easy to get along with, and very amiable.
It was precisely because of this.
After the founding of Konohagakure, the choice for the position of the First Hokage was submitted to the Land of FIre daimyo, who was the father of the current Land of FIre daimyo.
The father had mentioned that nearly everyone in the village revered Senju Hashirama.
However, the name proposed by Senju Hashirama for the position of First Hokage was Uchiha Madara.
This was something the Land of FIre daimyo at the time could not have anticipated.
In the end, to align with the will of the people, Hashirama was chosen.
However, from today's perspective, such decisions could have been made independently by Konohagakure. It was Hashirama's desire to maintain a friendly relationship with the Land of FIre that led him to report such matters to the daimyo.
The current Land of FIre daimyo looked deeply at Hashirama, who was a stark contrast to his memories.
He had become far more frightening!
"They're all dead now. We can have a quiet conversation," Hashirama said, casually raising his hand. A wooden chair formed beneath him, and he sat down directly opposite the Land of FIre daimyo.
"Talk about what?"
The Land of FIre daimyo tried to calm himself, realizing something terrifying.
The Hashirama before him was a world apart from the one he had known.
But there was one similarity.
That was power!
The ability to destroy the heavens and the earth with a mere gesture!
This man had shattered the ceiling of ninja abilities before the ninja world had even truly begun, redefining the limits of ninja power, and was even compared to the Sage of the Six Paths.
"On the current map, the Five Great Nations—Fire Country, Wind Country, Earth Country, Lightning Country, and Water Country—are the major powers. There are also smaller countries like the Rain Country, Hot Water Country, and Iron Country, making the landscape quite fragmented."
As Hashirama spoke, the Land of FIre daimyo's face grew increasingly grim.
The daimyo was not foolish.
He had already picked up on the underlying message in Hashirama's words.
His heart skipped a beat.
Then, under the Land of FIre daimyo's anxious gaze, Hashirama uttered the sentence that would haunt him for a lifetime.
"I am going to pacify the world!"
(End of chapter)