"Boss Madara," Uzumaki Jun casually pulled up a chair, smiled at Uchiha Mikoto beside him, and said, "How has life been in Uzushio?"
He never expected Uchiha Mikoto to become Boss Madara's assistant...
He wondered how Uchiha Mikoto would react if she found out that the "Grandpa Madara" in front of her was really her Grandpa Madara.
She would probably be shocked.
After all, the entire shinobi world believed that Madara Uchiha had died long ago.
Uchiha Mikoto looked at Uzumaki Jun, smiled gently, and poured him a cup of tea. "Please have some tea."
"Thank you." Uzumaki Jun took the tea, sipped it, and glanced at Madara, who was still leisurely sunbathing.
He...
Had changed.
He now seemed more like an old man than the domineering Madara Uchiha of the past.
"You, leave," Madara Uchiha opened his eyes, looked at Uchiha Mikoto, and said coldly. "There are a few brats running around outside. Stop them."
"Do not let anyone in."
Uchiha Mikoto paused, then, after seeing Uzumaki Jun nod, said softly, "I'll take my leave."
Madara Uchiha snorted as he watched her demeanor. "The Uchiha clan grows weaker with each generation."
"..."
Aside from this temper, nothing else had changed.
"There are still some promising ones," Uzumaki Jun shook his head helplessly. "The current Uchiha clan leader has awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan."
Though Uchiha Fugaku's personality had become even more extreme.
"Mangekyō." Madara's voice lowered at Uzumaki Jun's words, murmuring, "He awakened it?"
As someone who had awakened the Mangekyō himself, he knew exactly how difficult it was to achieve.
Tobirama Senju, that scheming bastard, might have been useless in other areas, but his research on the Uchiha's Sharingan was spot-on.
The Sharingan...
Was a cursed power.
"Power itself is neither just nor evil," Uzumaki Jun seemed to sense Madara's thoughts and sighed. "It is people who are good or bad."
At a time like this, what else could he do but offer some motivational words?
Besides, he wasn't wrong.
Just look at the Akatsuki in the original story...
Though they did terrible things, their goal never changed—to make the world understand pain and learn to cherish peace.
It was an organization of the world's most dangerous terrorists, united for peace.
How contradictory.
And then there was Madara...
Hadn't he also sought peace for the world?
So power itself was neither good nor bad. It all depended on...
Whether the user had a few screws loose.
However...
"Hmph!" Madara scoffed at Uzumaki Jun. He had dominated the shinobi world for decades—did this brat think a few empty words could change him?
But when he thought about the changes in Uzushio, Madara sighed, his sharp gaze fixed on Uzumaki Jun. "What are you planning?"
Back then, why had they recruited this brat? To help them gather the tailed beasts, cast the Infinite Tsukuyomi, and plunge the world into eternal peace.
But now...
It was clear this kid had no intention of doing that.
"For the peace of the shinobi world!" Uzumaki Jun declared solemnly. "My dream has never changed—to bring revolution to the world and achieve true peace."
To overthrow the old system and establish a new, socialist order for the shinobi world—only then could true peace be realized.
So...
The first step was to let Zetsu become the vanguard of revolution, igniting the spark of socialism in the world.
Moreover, the training of shinobi had always been profit-driven, focusing on completing missions quickly, killing efficiently, and earning higher rewards. From the very foundation, it was clear that the shinobi system was flawed from the start.
Uzushio had abandoned the traditional shinobi system, establishing an open academy system to fundamentally dismantle the old ways. Graduates could then choose careers that suited them—whether in construction or the military...
All were valid options.
Thus...
After graduation, students would participate in mandatory community service—street cleaning, assisting patrol officers in maintaining order, inspecting public facilities, etc. These tasks were unpaid, aimed at reshaping the traditional shinobi mindset and integrating them with civilians from the start, rather than prioritizing profit.
This method would gradually erase the class divide between shinobi and ordinary civilians.
Yet...
Madara sighed deeply. "Though I don't know how you plan to do it, the root cause of the world's chaos lies with shinobi."
"If chakra itself is not eradicated at its source, the world will never know true peace."
Back then, Hashirama's ideal of "everyone contributing a little love" had briefly achieved peace.
But...
Without the God of Shinobi to suppress the world, chaos inevitably returned.
Though Uzushio now seemed peaceful, with shinobi and civilians coexisting harmoniously, who could guarantee it would last?
Thinking of this...
Madara's lips curled into a faint smile. "I wonder how Hashirama would react if he saw this?"
Here...
Even he had children who liked him.
Unlike in Konoha, where every civilian despised him.
If Hashirama were here...
Perhaps he would be more popular than Hashirama, because he had become a professor now.
This time...
He had won.
"Big sister, what are you doing here?" Konan, followed by Yahiko and Nagato, looked curiously at Uchiha Mikoto. "What is this place?"
Hadn't they followed Lord Jun here?
Where was Lord Jun?
Why had a long-haired girl walked out of the house instead?
Should they tell Sister Kushina about this?
Konan's face twisted in conflict. She wasn't sure what would happen if she told Sister Kushina...
But it definitely wouldn't be good.
"What are you kids doing here?" Uchiha Mikoto smiled at the three. "This is the faculty dormitory."
"Faculty dormitory?" Konan blinked. "Are you a teacher, big sister?"
She looked even younger than Teacher Tobi.
Was she another one who got in through connections?
"No," Uchiha Mikoto shook her head gently. "I'm just Professor Madara's assistant."
"Are you students here?"
"Professor Madara?" The three exchanged glances, then shook their heads. "No, we're not."
"We just followed Lord Jun here."
So it wasn't what they thought. Good thing they hadn't told Sister Kushina yet.
"But..." The three puffed out their chests proudly. "We'll be first-years next term."
Uzumaki Jun stared speechlessly at Madara. He realized Madara's temperament was slowly changing. Though his original plan had been to have Madara teach at the academy...
If this continued, what would happen to Zetsu's mother?
The filial son of a thousand years had waited so long for those Rinnegan. If Madara quit now...
Zetsu would lose his mind.
But...
For now, Uzumaki Jun could only smile at Madara. He absolutely could not let Madara know he was already aware of Zetsu's plans. Otherwise...
Madara would lose his mind.
So...
"Boss Madara, take your time resting." Uzumaki Jun stood up, forcing a smile. "I won't disturb your sunbathing anymore."
He needed to leave quickly.
And figure out how to help the world's most filial son feel motherly love again...