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"Clan Leader!"
"This is the perfect opportunity; we absolutely cannot let it slip by."
"After so many years, the Senju have finally reached their dead end. If we join forces with the Hyūga, we can definitely annihilate them."
"We're only one step away—just one more step, Lord Madara!"
Having just awakened from his sleep, Madara found his courtyard completely surrounded by a crowd of people, leaving no room to breathe.
These individuals were the influential figures of the clan—seasoned warriors with remarkable achievements on the battlefield, at the very least.
Even someone like Madara couldn't afford to take their presence lightly.
Of course, this was not an attempted coup; the Uchiha were not the Senju and had no interest in such hypocritical pretenses.
Today, the crowd had gathered for one purpose: to request the clan leader's permission to initiate war.
The target, naturally, was none other than the now-turbulent Senju clan.
With Senju Hashirama missing and Tobirama left to hold the fort alone, many believed it marked the beginning of the Senju clan's ultimate downfall.
Some even spread rumors within the clan, claiming that Hashirama had been gravely injured and perished halfway through his return.
To this, Madara held nothing but disdain. In his view, there was no way Kyōsuke could have taken Hashirama down himself.
That man's skin was as thick as armor; it wouldn't be so easy to bring him down.
As for whether to initiate war...
After a moment of silence, Madara decisively said, "Send more personnel to the borders and continue to divert the enemy's attention."
"Understood!" The crowd's spirits instantly lifted upon hearing his command, their eagerness evident as if they couldn't wait to charge to the frontlines and clash with the Senju.
Such was the depth of the enmity between the two clans.
Even if Madara had no desire to exploit the enemy's weakened state, he couldn't disregard the clan's interests for the sake of personal feelings.
At times, he truly envied Kyōsuke—carefree, unrestrained, and unburdened by duty, doing whatever he pleased.
Uzumaki or Senju—what did it matter? If he wasn't satisfied, he'd attack. If a disagreement arose, he'd think nothing of obliterating an entire village or wiping out a clan.
Even high-ranking figures, like Commander Uchiha Kaijun, had fallen to his blade—cut down with a sword in hand, with Kyōsuke shamelessly taking his widow into his household afterward.
Madara couldn't help but wonder—didn't that guy fear that Mito would turn on him?
As he mulled over these thoughts, Madara soon found himself walking out of the courtyard and onto the street, only to spot Kyōsuke's sister-in-law strolling leisurely ahead.
Huh... It wouldn't have mattered if he hadn't looked, but upon noticing her, Madara immediately sensed that something was off.
The soul-related ability granted by his awakened Mangekyō Sharingan endowed him with some unique capabilities.
For example, he could manipulate his Susanoo to perform jutsu or discern hidden potential in a ninja by observing the quality of their soul.
Through his eyes, Kyōsuke's sister-in-law seemed like an entirely different person, her soul emanating a presence that was deeply familiar to him.
Dark, icy, like a devil lurking in the abyss—this was the unique soul resonance of a Mangekyō Sharingan wielder.
"Impossible. Could there really be another person besides the three of us who have awakened the Mangekyō?"
After a brief moment of contemplation, he made up his mind and began to follow her.
As he trailed her quietly, he cursed Kyōsuke's recklessness.
"How could he bring someone into his home without knowing their background? What if something happens to Mito?"
"Idiot." Watching the woman ahead, whose every movement exuded a strange allure, Madara didn't even need to guess—Kyōsuke must have fallen for her charms.
But Madara found it incomprehensible. This woman wasn't just Kyōsuke's sister-in-law; she was also a widow whose husband had only recently passed away. What was so appealing about her? [P.s.; Well...🌚cough cough, nothing.]
Then again, Madara also understood that Kyōsuke didn't possess the ability to perceive souls. Being deceived by such a façade was only natural.
Since he had uncovered the truth, he couldn't allow the situation to deteriorate further.
The two of them, one leading and one following, soon arrived at a secluded alley.
Uchiha Kochou, walking ahead, lightly touched the buildings on either side as she passed. Occasionally, she would crouch down to pick up a few stones, her carefree demeanor resembling that of an innocent girl without a care in the world.
However, she was a widow whose husband had just died, for heaven's sake.
This cheerful behavior only underscored how abnormal she was.
Not wanting to waste more time, Madara appeared before her in a flash, blocking her path.
Having the clan leader suddenly appear before you, fixing you with a cold, piercing gaze, would leave most people either shocked or uneasy.
Yet Uchiha Kochou seemed entirely unperturbed, as if she had anticipated his actions.
"Well, if it isn't our esteemed clan leader," Kochou said, her eyes darting about mischievously. She suddenly clutched her chest, feigning fear as she spoke in a trembling voice, "W-what are you doing, following a helpless woman and cornering her in such a desolate alley?"
"I'll have you know, I'm your good brother's..." She trailed off, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks.
To anyone unaware of the situation, it might genuinely appear that she had some sort of intimate relationship with Kyōsuke.
"That's between you and him," Madara replied, struggling to keep his composure. He was silent for a moment before finally remembering his purpose. "Tell me—why do you possess the Mangekyō Sharingan?"
Kochou's eyelids twitched slightly as realization dawned on her, understanding why the clan leader had been following her.
All the while, she had been under the impression that she might become the victim of the infamous tyranny by a Strongman. After all, she was a charming and spirited widow.
Instead of answering his question directly, Kochou smirked cunningly and countered with her own query. "I'm more curious—how did you come to know about this?"
From just a few exchanges, Madara could tell that words alone wouldn't sway this woman.
If that was the case, there was no need for further dialogue—he'd get his answers through action.
Madara had no intention of drawing his weapon—this woman was, after all, someone connected to Kyōsuke. Until he understood the full situation, he wouldn't resort to extreme measures.
Even so, his strength was far beyond what an ordinary opponent could withstand.
In a flash, he appeared before Kochou, his speed so overwhelming that she instinctively activated her Mangekyō Sharingan.
Raising her arm defensively, she braced herself. In the next instant, Madara's whip-like kick struck her arm with a resounding thud.
With a muffled crash, Kochou was sent flying, slamming into a wall before rebounding onto the ground.
"My arm is broken," she thought, quickly diagnosing her injury with her extensive combat experience.
Kochou hadn't expected the clan leader's strength to be this formidable. In a contest of pure taijutsu, she hadn't even lasted a single exchange.
In truth, she knew that if she revealed her identity as a covert operative, it would be easy to gain Madara's trust.
But Kochou couldn't resist the temptation to test herself. She wanted to know just how wide the gap was between her, with her newly awakened Mangekyō Sharingan, and the three legendary geniuses of the clan.
Kyōsuke was out of the question. Izuna was nowhere to be found. That left the clan leader, who had conveniently delivered himself to her doorstep.
If taijutsu wasn't enough, then she would rely on a battle of the eyes.
After all, her body wasn't something just anyone could touch so freely.
"Still not willing to confess?" Madara shook his head, his tone tinged with mild disappointment. "Looks like I'll have to take this a bit more seriously."
Just as he prepared to strike again, something unexpected happened.
His footing unexpectedly slipped, and he lost his balance in the middle of combat.
"Heh, you really are unlucky, aren't you?" Kochou chuckled softly as she began her counterattack.
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