The room was tense with the heavy silence of tradition clashing against personal will. The elders of the Senju clan—weathered veterans of a bygone era—had come to a shocking consensus: Tsunade should bear a child with Byakuya.
It had all begun after the unbelievable revelation—Byakuya, head of the Uchiha clan, had awakened Mokuton, the legendary Wood Release. The clan elders, once proud and stubborn, had initially dismissed it as a lie. The Uchiha clan wielding the Senju's most sacred bloodline ability? Unthinkable.
But reality gave them no room for denial. Byakuya not only possessed the Sharingan, but also Mokuton, confirmed by ancient inscriptions on the Uchiha stone tablet—one that only those with the Sharingan and Sage powers could decipher. The truth was undeniable: the Uchiha and Senju were once one, divided branches of a greater whole.
It shattered their pride. But once the truth set in, desperation crept in.
If the power of Wood Release had resurfaced, and not within the Senju but in the Uchiha… what could be done to reclaim it? The answer they landed on was crude, practical—and to them, necessary.
Tsunade.
The granddaughter of Hashirama Senju, the God of Shinobi, and the current Hokage. Though she had never awakened Mokuton, she bore the will and vitality of her grandfather—his monstrous life force and healing ability. And Byakuya now carried the power of the Wood Release.
Together, their offspring might just carry the bloodline the clan had lost.
So they came to her—not with a proposal, but a declaration.
"You want me to what!?" Tsunade's face flushed red, a mixture of fury and humiliation surging to the surface. "Are you insane? You old fools have no shame!"
Senju Tsunami, the eldest among them, remained unmoved. "You speak of shame. We speak of survival. The Senju cannot fade into obscurity, Tsunade. Wood Release is our legacy—and you are our only hope of reclaiming it."
Tsunade clenched her fists, trembling not with fear but with rage. "I'm the Hokage. Not your clan's breeding project."
"You are also the head of the Senju," Tsunade Tsunami countered, his voice rising. "Your duty is to the future of our clan. Look around—there are no more children born with Hashirama's strength. No more Mokuton. We are ghosts clinging to old glories."
"And you think having Byakuya's child is the answer?" she spat back. "Even if I agreed, what makes you think he would?"
"If you agree, Tsunade, he will not be a problem," one of the elder women interjected, stepping forward and holding out a small porcelain bottle.
Tsunade eyed it with suspicion. "What is that?"
"A tonic," the woman answered simply. "To support conception. Nothing dangerous. Just… assistance."
Tsunade stared at the bottle, then at the faces around her. Hardened, desperate. Even the usually reserved elders were burning with obsessive hope.
Tsunade uncorked the porcelain bottle and took a cautious sniff. The scent alone made her frown. She took a tentative sip—and immediately slammed the bottle down, her face flushing with disbelief and fury.
"Are you insane?!" she shouted. "What kind of drug is this?!"
As a master medical-nin, Tsunade instantly recognized the composition. It was a high-grade aphrodisiac—dangerous, manipulative, and utterly unethical.
One of the elder women, a retired Senju matron, chuckled without remorse.
"Child, this is the only way. You know how rare Wood Release is... If you don't act, the Senju bloodline might vanish completely."
"Enough of this nonsense," Tsunade snapped. Her golden eyes flared with fury. "I'm not drugging Byakuya—or anyone, for that matter. This conversation ends here."
"But Tsunade," Senju Tsunayoshi pressed, his voice low and grave. "The survival of our clan—our legacy—depends on this. You're the last of Hashirama's blood. And Byakuya—he's the only one in generations to awaken Wood Release again. We can't ignore this."
Tsunade clenched her fists. She was no stranger to the burden of legacy. The pressure had haunted her since childhood, but she had drawn the line long ago.
"This isn't about bloodlines anymore. You think forcing me into this will fix anything? It will only drag the Senju name through the mud."
One of the elders moved to speak again, but Tsunade raised a hand.
"I said enough. If the Senju clan falls, then it falls with dignity. I won't become a tool for your desperate ambitions."
The room fell silent, tension thick as chakra in a storm. After a moment, Senju Tsunayoshi sighed heavily.
"...Then what do you propose, Hokage?"
Tsunade looked away, her voice softer now.
"Let me speak with Byakuya myself. If anything is to happen... it'll be by choice. Not force. Not schemes. And certainly not drugs."
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