Under the veil of night…
In the Uchiha clan compound.
Clad in pitch-black armor, Madara Uchiha gathered the surviving Uchiha.
Not long ago, the battle between Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju had concluded, which also meant the struggle between the Senju and the Uchiha had finally produced a victor.
Unfortunately… Madara lost… and so did the Uchiha.
That overpowered stat-monster Hashirama Senju defeated Madara by a narrow margin. By the Senju's usual ways, Madara should have been mercilessly executed, and the remaining Uchiha hunted down like stray dogs.
But fortune intervened…
The current head of the Senju is Hashirama Senju. He and Madara knew each other from childhood. Even if their clans forced them onto the battlefield, the clashes forged a deep bond between them.
Hashirama did not kill the defeated Madara. Instead, he wanted to reclaim their childhood dream together—to build the village they had envisioned.
Madara, however, did not trust Hashirama's words and sought death instead. He hurled a vicious demand.
"Reconciliation?"
"Then give me back my brother's life!"
"Hashirama, either you kill your younger brother Tobirama Senju… or you kill yourself right now!"
Madara believed he had posed an impossible dilemma. In his eyes, Hashirama would never kill his own brother, and as for suicide… Madara did not think Hashirama would die for him.
What Madara did not expect was that Hashirama truly would be willing to exchange his own life for peace between the Senju and the Uchiha.
And then…
Madara fell completely.
The allure of the Senju was terrifying.
...
Facing his clansmen, Madara drew a deep breath. In a hoarse voice, he spoke slowly: "Everyone… the fighting between the Uchiha and the Senju ends here. I've decided to accept the Senju truce and put a stop to this war…"
"From now on… the Uchiha will join the Senju in founding a shinobi village…"
The air turned deathly quiet. The Uchiha were stunned by Madara's decision.
A blood feud of a thousand years—ended just like that?
Those who died at Senju hands went to their graves shouting that the Senju must be annihilated, that the Uchiha would avenge them.
And this so-called truce—how is it any different from surrender?
"The proud Uchiha never surrender!"
But… ideals are plump; reality is bony.
After a brief outpouring of rage, reason seeped back into the Uchiha.
In truth, the Uchiha had already lost. Madara was defeated by Hashirama and survived only because of their old bond.
Hashirama's peerless might was enough to douse the flames of resentment and vengeance in every Uchiha heart present.
At that moment…
Uchiha Makoto stepped forward through the gloom. Yes—he is a transmigrant. In his previous life, a dyed-in-the-wool otaku, he haunted Bilibili, Tieba, and Zhihu, a full-time keyboard warrior. Then one day a dump truck paid him a visit, and he arrived in this damn world of Naruto.
Makoto still remembered his excitement the moment he crossed over: transmigration! He'd be a cheat character! He had a system!
And very quickly…
Excitement turned to disappointment—no, to despair.
This was his system:
\[Shinobi Village Prosperity System: the more prosperous and powerful the village you lead becomes, the richer the rewards you, Uchiha Makoto, will receive.]
\[System activation condition — become the leader of a shinobi village.]
Seriously?
Become a village leader?
What kind of trash activation condition is that?
Makoto had arrived far too early in the timeline!
Konoha hasn't even been founded yet!
Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, Hinata Hyuga… all the people he knew like the back of his hand hadn't even been born. He had once stayed up all night chasing episodes and plotlines, but that supposed edge of foresight was utterly useless in this era.
He had crossed into the Warring States period!
In that era, chaos didn't just belong to shinobi—ordinary people were practically beating each other's brains out. Surviving to this day took extreme caution: on every mission he gathered intel to the utmost, packed last-ditch explosive tags and soldier pills…
And, most importantly:
When danger appears, always move the teammate in front first.
So what if you have a three-tomoe Sharingan?
Izuna Uchiha had a Mangekyō Sharingan and still got taken out by Tobirama Senju's schemes.
Also…
Why did it have to be "village leader"?
Following the plot, Konoha would soon be founded.
The First Hokage would be Hashirama Senju.
The Second Hokage…
Without a doubt, Tobirama Senju.
If even Madara Uchiha couldn't take that seat from Tobirama, Makoto could forget about it.
As for competing for the Third Hokage… if the opponent were Hiruzen Sarutobi, Makoto thought he might have a shot—but only after Tobirama died during peace talks between Konoha and Kumogakure… which would take many, many years.
Makoto decided he couldn't wait that long. You can bully a poor youth—but don't bully a poor old man.
The only way to activate the system was to strike out on his own.
Found a village of his own.
Now was the best chance.
...
"Lord Madara, you want our Uchiha to reconcile with the Senju and shake hands in peace?"
"What a joke!"
"Our dead are still waiting for us to avenge them! If we stop now, did those who fought at our side just die for nothing?"
"I absolutely cannot accept this!"
Under everyone's gaze, Uchiha Makoto strode up to Madara, speaking with righteous fury.
He knew that peace between the Uchiha and the Senju and the joint founding of Konoha was the trend of the times. But if he wanted to raise his own banner, he had to break away from the Uchiha.
Exploiting the millennia-long blood feud between Senju and Uchiha was the best excuse. Ideally, he could lead a small group of Uchiha away.
Makoto's words once again stirred the clan's emotions. Many rallied behind him in spirit. If Madara would lead one more charge, they were willing to live and die at his side.
But Madara felt wretched. A shadow crossed his face.
He understood what lay in his clansmen's hearts… but the clan had already bled too much.
A thousand-year feud is an endless cycle of you kill me, I kill you, generation after generation without end. If he wanted to end it, more blood might be unavoidable… even if that blood was his own clan's.
Yes. That's right.
I'm doing the right thing.
Most of all… Hashirama…
Hashirama, when faced with your own people, you would make the same choice… wouldn't you?