**Three Days Later - Midnight**
The moon hung high over the Senju estate, casting silver shadows that danced across the tatami mats. Inside Isshin's room, the atmosphere was calm yet charged with a palpable energy. Three days had passed since Isshin's arrival, and in that time, he had forged an unexpected bond with Hashirama and Tobirama. Their late-night discussions about strategy and dreams of peace had become a welcome escape from the weight of the world outside.
Isshin sat cross-legged on the floor, brush poised above a sheet of parchment, lost in thought. The flickering light of a lantern illuminated his focused expression, highlighting the determination in his fiery eyes. He had just begun to pen down his thoughts when the door swung open without a knock, startling him.
Toki and Sekirei burst into the room, their presence as vibrant as the night. "How are we looking master?" they chimed in unison, their voices teasing yet eager. They had quickly grown comfortable with their roles as his guardians, a twist of fate that amused and surprised them all.
Isshin paused, lowering his brush and shifting his gaze from the parchment to the two. The playful tone faded from his voice as he raised an eyebrow. "I demand some respect." His words cut through the playful air, the gravity of his tone making the twins straighten up. His intense gaze held theirs, and he allowed a moment of silence to linger, a test of their resolve.
They fell to their knees in unison, eyes cast down. "We understand, master," they replied, their voices slightly muffled. It was a moment of humility, a recognition of their place within this dynamic.
Isshin, seeing their earnestness, softened a little. "You look absolutely goddess-like tonight." His compliment was rare, and it hung in the air, shimmering like the moonlight filtering through the shoji screens. The twins exchanged a glance, their spirits lifted at his acknowledgment.
Toki, with her hourglass figure accentuated by an elaborate white kimono adorned with red highlights, looked up first. Her long, wavy hair framed her determined yet sultry face, and her expressive eyes glinted with both confidence and a hint of mischief. Beside her, Sekirei mirrored her elegance, standing tall and commanding. Her luxurious hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her stylish yet functional outfit hugged her curves, showcasing her unique flair.
The atmosphere shifted, filled with a lightness that almost dared them to celebrate. But just as the moment began to spark with potential, a sharp knock interrupted.
"Isshin, are you awake?" The voice belonged to Tobirama, steady and authoritative. He stood at the door with Hashirama beside him, their presence imposing yet comforting.
Isshin sighed, the playful moment slipping away like smoke. "Come in," he called, bracing for whatever news or interruption they brought.
As the brothers entered, the air grew thick with the weight of responsibility. Hashirama's warm smile greeted him, but even he could sense the shift in energy. "We need to discuss the plans for the upcoming summit," he said, stepping into the room.
Toki and Sekirei exchanged glances, sensing that their light-hearted banter would have to wait. They both rose to their feet, aligning themselves behind Isshin like loyal sentinels.
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**Isshin's POV**
I leaned back, crossing my arms as I stared at Tobirama and Hashirama. "What summit are you talking about?" My tone was steady, but beneath it lay a current of confusion. They had been so wrapped up in their discussions, yet here I sat, a little out of the loop.
Tobirama met my gaze directly. "In the past three days, we've thoroughly considered your proposal for peace. The elders are intrigued. The idea of creating a village resonates with them. It promises not only stability but also significant human development and increased life expectancy, just as you articulated." His conviction was palpable; a man weary of conflict, he understood the stakes like no other.
I felt a rush of excitement. "It's like a revolution, truth be told. So, who are we inviting?" My eyes shifted to Hashirama, who, as the Senju clan leader, had an extensive network of connections that could make or break our plans.
They listed twelve clans—potential allies who could lend weight to our cause. But then I noticed a crucial absence, and my heart sank.
"Tobirama, you've ignored the Uchiha." I leaned forward, my voice firm. "You should know better than anyone what happens when you overlook a strong player in this game."
Tobirama's expression darkened. "They will be hired to form other factions, used against our framework."
"Exactly! The cycle will continue forever!" I pressed, frustration bubbling over. "But I also know the Uchiha. Despite their tumultuous history, they have strength. If we're going to build something lasting, we can't afford to dismiss them outright."
Tobirama shook his head, his skepticism evident. "They're filled with ambition, and that often leads to chaos. Trusting them could backfire."
"I never said peace was simple," I replied, my tone urgent. "But we have to consider the bigger picture. The Uchiha could either be our greatest ally or our most formidable enemy. Ignoring them risks alienating an entire faction."
Hashirama leaned forward, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Isshin is right. We must approach this with caution. If we exclude them, we invite hostility. If we include them, we need to set clear expectations."
I nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on my shoulders. "We bring them in, but we do so with boundaries. We show them that this isn't just about power, but about collaboration and a shared future."
Tobirama's brow furrowed as he considered my words. "It's a gamble. We'll need to be prepared for their reaction."
"Absolutely," I replied, my heart racing. "But think about it: a united front could lead to unprecedented peace. If we can forge a connection, we have a chance to reshape the future."
Tobirama sighed, the tension in the room palpable. "Then let's draft a proposal that reflects our intentions clearly. We'll extend an olive branch, but it has to be firm. We need to protect our vision."
As the three of us began to strategize, I felt a surge of hope. We were on the brink of something monumental, and I was determined to embrace the potential that lay ahead. This was our chance to break the cycle of conflict, and together, we would face whatever challenges awaited us.
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Next day
'Let's how you can do it.' I thought while looking at the roof. Last night I gave Tobirama another mission which was to build a shinobi village system to end the clan first mindset and promote village hood first.
As our individual identity divides us, we need something to unite us for the long run. "You woke up master?" Toki mumble sheepishly.
Sleeping together and being used as the body pillow such things have become normal which they shouldn't. 'However, being sandwiched between two sexy women is not a bad feeling.'