The stunned silence was broken by the sound of the Fire Daimyo's , a slender man in ornate silks, clearing his throat delicately. All eyes, which had been fixed on the tiny, dango-wielding revolutionary, swiveled to him. But before he could utter a word, Hana's gaze locked onto him. She pointed her now-empty skewer with the gravity of a seasoned diplomat making a point of order.
"Please Fire Daimyo Sama be witness to this agreement and appointment contract that the second hokage will be Madara Uchiha child," she declared, her voice carrying an impressive amount of authority for one so small.
The Daimyo's , Lord Saito, blinked slowly, his fan pausing mid-flutter. He had come to witness a coronation, not to be strong-armed into a contractual obligation by a preschooler.
Hana, however, was just warming up. She meticulously laid out the financials again, ensuring the monetary incentive was perfectly clear. "and if senju dare go back on their word they need to pay 2 billion ryo as compensation and the daimyo will take 1 billion of this compensation,"
A low groan emanated from the Senju clan members. Tobirama's eye developed a dangerous twitch. Two billion ryo. It was no longer an absurdity; the child was repeating it with such conviction that it was starting to feel like a real, terrifying possibility.
Then, Hana's eyes lit up as if she'd just had the most brilliant idea. She addressed Lord Saito directly, her tone shifting to one of helpful suggestion. "oh daimyo sama i heard you had beautiful daughter that didn't get married yet what about marrying her to madara sama after all the konohagakure and the fire land are one building a good relationship with each other is good and what better than marriage alliance ,"
This time, the gasp was universal. The Uchiha's proud laughter died in their throats. Madara, who had been smirking moments before, looked as if he'd been struck by a particularly sudden and violent lightning style jutsu. His head snapped towards the Daimyo's , his sharingan spinning to life for a split second in sheer, unadulterated panic before he forcibly shut it down.
Lord Saito's fan dropped into his lap with a soft thud. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. He had been offered many things in political negotiations—land, titles, trade routes—but never before had his unmarried daughter been offered as a bride by a three-year-old.
Hana, mistaking his stunned silence for consideration, began to expedite the process. "let do the marriage papers now and the wedding will be after a month let make it grand to all to see how great the relationship between us is ,"
She then turned her attention back to the mountain, her mind clearly racing through the iconography of this new era. "oh let crave madara and hashirama faces today oh why not add the fire daimyo face too after all this is a new era so the first founders faces should be craved on the hokage rock for all to see for generations to come ,"
Hashirama, who had been slowly sinking into a state of catatonic shock, suddenly perked up. "A triple carving! What a wonderful, unifying idea, little one!" he boomed, his natural optimism latching onto the one part of this nightmare that involved friendship and stonework.
"as for second hokage and the rest after they can only crave the hokage face ," Hana continued, establishing the precedent with finality, "as for during the founding time three founders faces will be craved at the same time which are madara and hashirama and daimyo sama three majestic faces will be craved."
The reactions were pandemonium.
· The Uchiha Clan: They were utterly divided. Half were staring at Hana with awe, seeing a prodigy who had just negotiated a future Hokage-ship, a massive financial penalty, and a political marriage to the Fire Daimyo in under three minutes. The other half were staring at Madara, whose face had gone from panic to a deep, volcanic purple, and were wondering if they should flee now.
· The Senju Clan: They were in a state of collective financial panic. Tobirama had finally broken from his stupor and was furiously whispering to a clansman, "Calculate the clan's total assets. Now. Include the land deeds. Everything."
· Madara Uchiha: He looked like he wanted to set the entire world on fire. The combined humiliation of being pitied, betrothed, and used as a political pawn by a toddler was more than his pride could bear. He took a half-step forward, a growl forming in his throat, but found his path blocked by several clansmen who, while terrified of him, were suddenly more terrified of the tiny girl potentially costing them a billion ryo.
· Lord Saito (The Daimyo's ): He had retrieved his fan and was using it to hide the lower half of his face, but his eyes were crinkled with unmistakable amusement and sharp interest. The idea was ludicrous, but the child's points were… bizarrely sound from a political standpoint. A direct marriage alliance with the military power of the new village? A billion-ryo penalty held in escrow by the Daimyo? His own face on the mountain alongside the Hokage? He saw a path where the Daimyo's power over the village could be cemented before it even truly began. He slowly stood up.
"The… enthusiasm of Konoha's youth is… remarkable," Lord Saito said, his voice dry but thoughtful. He looked from Hana's determined face to Madara's apoplectic one, and then to Hashirama's hopeful, confused expression. "These are… significant proposals. Perhaps we should adjourn to discuss the… details… of such a… comprehensive agreement."
The coronation was over. In its place was the most surreal political summit in history, all because a little girl wanted her clan's leader to get the job she felt he was promised, and was willing to arrange his marriage and bankrupt an entire clan to make it happen.