Chapter 130: For the Clan, I Will Shoulder the Burden Alone!
The Uchiha clan stood frozen, staring at the three boys on the stage.
Seisui, Obito, and Shisui.
Wasn't the Sharingan supposed to be a legendary bloodline that required years of
meditation and trauma to unlock? Elite veterans spent decades grinding just to
reach the Three-Tomoe peak.
Yet, in front of these three, the "Eye of God" seemed to have a manual override.
They opened them, evolved them, and surged in power as if they were just
flipping a switch.
Is this even logical? the veterans wondered.
Elder Isshin was the most stunned of all. He prided himself on being a
rationalist who rejected "Destiny" and "Miracles."
But the evidence was right in front of him. Ever since Seisui had returned, the
clan had entered a state of rapid, vertical growth.
How long has it been since we've seen talent like this? Isshin thought. We found
one, and suddenly three others follow in his wake!
Shisui was a known quantity—a natural prodigy. But Obito? The kid was a
"dead-last" who couldn't even walk straight without tripping. Yet, after
spending only a few weeks shadowing Seisui and Shisui, he had already manifested
a Two-Tomoe Sharingan.
To Isshin, there was only one explanation: Seisui was the Chosen One. He was the
catalyst for the Uchiha's restoration.
Isshin scrambled onto the stage, rushing to Seisui's side.
"What were you thinking?!" Isshin barked, his voice trembling as he looked at
the blood trickling from Seisui's eyelids.
"Forcing an awakening? I don't know what forbidden method you used, boy—but the
damage to your body must be astronomical! Do not be so reckless!"
"The Uchiha have time! We can wait for you to grow! Do not burn your potential
for a single speech!"
Isshin was terrified. He was looking at the clan's future, and that future was
currently bleeding from its eyes. If Seisui crippled himself trying to be a
hero, the Uchiha would never recover.
But simultaneously, a dark, primal part of Isshin's Uchiha heart was cheering.
This is it! This is a leader! he thought. The ferocity... the madness... the
willingness to destroy himself for a point of honor! He doesn't look like a
student—he looks like a King.
In his mind, a "calm" Uchiha was just an average ninja. A "mad" Uchiha was a
legend.
The rest of the clan felt the same surge of adrenaline. They feared Seisui's
power, but they worshipped his resolve.
"Shisui, Obito... go back to your seats. I'm fine," Seisui (Tobirama) said, his
voice cold and steady. He ignored the blood on his face, turning a piercing gaze
toward Uchiha Tsuru.
"You asked for my standing. You asked if I had the right to judge the
Sharingan."
Seisui's smile vanished, replaced by a look of clinical, lethal intent. "Can I
speak now?"
Tsuru nodded slowly, his face pale. "I... I apologize. I spoke out of turn."
Seisui waved a hand dismissively. "Sit. Do not take this to heart. I had to
prove the point. Your skepticism was logical."
Tsuru sat down, feeling as if his soul had been scrubbed with a wire brush. He
felt like a fool—and he felt a strange, new devotion to the boy who had just
humbled him.
In the Mountains' Graveyard.
Madara Uchiha finished his wine in a single gulp, a wild grin on his face.
"Cathartic! Purely cathartic!"
"The posture... the timing... he's 98% Izuna. He knows when to be a monster and
when to be a saint. He has the 'Velvet and Steel' dynamic that I never quite
mastered."
Madara's interest was peaking. He realized that Seisui's "Extreme Conviction"
was his greatest weakness. A boy who loved his clan this much would be the
easiest to break once the village betrayed him.
I know you, Seisui, Madara thought. You want a perfect world. And when Saru
shows you that the 'Will of Fire' is just a pretty lie to keep the tools in
line... you'll be begging me to start the Infinite Tsukuyomi.
Naka Shrine.
"I brought up the negative effects of the Sharingan not to shame us, but to
ensure we survive them," Seisui lectured.
"I am an example of the cost. I was pushed to the brink, and my eyes reacted."
Seisui let out a weary sigh. "I only ask one thing: When you gain power—when you
feel that surge of heat in your brain—do not carry the burden alone. Come to me.
Talk to your brothers. Give the family a chance to anchor you."
"We are a community. We are comrades. No Uchiha should have to walk through hell
by themselves."
Seisui offered a low, respectful bow to the entire clan.
The Uchiha froze for a heartbeat, then collectively stood and bowed back.
In that moment, Seisui wasn't just a "Rescued Orphan." He was the Moral Compass
of the clan.
"Now, for the final question," Seisui said, standing tall once more.
"How do we know if the Hokage is sincere? How do we know if he truly views us as
part of the family, or if he's just using us for our eyes?"
"We are warriors. We understand the logic of 'Love' and 'Hate.' We don't want
slogans; we want results!"
The crowd cheered, the sound vibrating through the stone walls.
"Reforming the Police Force is a good start. But it's not enough. Under the
current interpretation, it's just 'Correction'—fixing a mistake the Second
Hokage made."
"To truly test the village, we must see if the Uchiha are allowed to Speak Truth
to Power without being suppressed."
"Look at our High Commissioners, Isshin and Fugaku. Do they dare to criticize
the administration? Do they dare to point out the rot in the office?"
"No. Because they are afraid of being labeled 'Radicals' or 'Traitors.' They are
playing it safe to protect us. I respect that sacrifice, but 'Safe' will not
make us great."
Seisui's voice turned low and gravelly. "I told Elder Isshin we should move
slowly. But I've changed my mind. There is no time for 'Slow.'"
"If the Hokage is fair, he will hear our grievances today. If he is just like
his Master, he will hide behind his Anbu and try to silence us. We need to find
out which one he is before our children's blood is spilled on another mission."
"I believe the Uchiha's love for the Leaf is equal to any other clan's. And it's
time we proved it by being the ones to save it from its own 'Shadows.'"
The applause was like thunder.
Seisui had just given them the "Green Light" to be Uchiha again—to be proud, to
be vocal, and to be "Righteous Rebels."
"However," Seisui added, cooling the air. "For the sake of the clan, I will do
this alone."
"Do not file a group petition. Do not march on the office. That looks like a
coup, and even a 'Kind' Hokage has to respond to a coup with force."
"I will be the one to speak. I will be the one to challenge the 'Shadow.'"
Fugaku stood up. "I agree with Seisui!"
"Lord Hiruzen is an honorable man, but he is not a weak man. If he thinks we are
destabilizing the village, he will act. We've seen his power—we've seen his
'Obsidian Spear' and his 'Ice Style.' We don't want a civil war."
Isshin looked at Fugaku with surprise. Did he just... analyze a risk? Did my
student finally read a book?
Fugaku was purely reacting to the "Chakra-Pressure" he had sensed from Hiruzen
during their training. He knew that the Hokage was currently a "Hidden Boss"
that the Uchiha weren't ready to raid.
"Seisui is right," Fugaku continued. "I will let him handle the 'Disclosure.' If
he succeeds, we enter a new era of trust. If he fails... well, we'll cross that
bridge when we come to it."
Seisui nodded. "I have already compiled a dossier of evidence regarding Danzo
Shimura's activities during his time as the leader of 'Root.'"
"He has kidnapped orphans. He has extorted our allies. He has violated every
tenet of the Will of Fire in the name of 'Security.'"
"Although he seems to have 'Repented' lately, the past is not dead. The Uchiha
will be the ones to hold the 'Darkness' accountable."
The clan members were sold.
By targeting Danzo—the man they all hated—Seisui was framing the Uchiha as the
"True Guardians of the Will of Fire." They weren't attacking the village; they
were attacking the "Rot" that Hiruzen was "too kind" to deal with.
"I will challenge Danzo Shimura in public. I will win a name for myself by
besting the 'Master of the Flash,' Minato Namikaze. And once I have the
village's attention... I will demand justice for the victims of the Shadows."
Seisui looked at his clansmen.
"If I fail, my life is the only price. But if I succeed... the Uchiha will never
have to look at the ground again."
Tobirama (Seisui) smirked inwardly. The setup is complete.
I'll use Danzo as my 'Reputation-Fodder.' I'll 'Impeach' him in front of the
whole village. When he's at his lowest, I'll offer him a 'Way Out'—I'll offer to
become his student to 'Supervise' his repentance.
I'll gain the status of the Assistant's Disciple, which puts me at the top of
the succession chain, and I'll effectively be Danzo's handler. A master playing
the student to control the shadow.
"Now," Seisui said, reaching out. "Isshin, give me the blade."
Isshin stepped forward and handed over the Hitomi-maru—Izuna's legendary katana.
Tobirama gripped the hilt. He felt the cold, familiar steel.
He didn't need to fake the "Uchiha Vibe" anymore. The blood on his face, the
crimson of his three-tomoe eyes, and the legendary sword of the Young Master in
his hand... he looked like a god of war returned from the grave.
"FOR THE CLAN!" Seisui roared.
"FOR THE CLAN!" ten thousand voices screamed back.
In the Mountains' Graveyard.
Madara Uchiha felt a rare tremor of emotion.
He looks exactly like him, Madara thought, staring at the image of Seisui
holding the sword. He even carries the same 'Pure Intent'—the desire to shoulder
the world's weight alone.
I'm sorry, kid. But the more you try to save them, the more I have to break you.
It's the only way to reach the Truth.
Madara turned off the Zetsu-link and sat in the dark, clutching his chest.
"Just a little longer, Izuna," he whispered to the silence. "The pieces are
finally coming home."
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