Chapter 138: Tobirama and Izuna's Fated Reunion
As the familiar, jagged chakra began to coalesce within his system, Tobirama
experienced a sensation entirely alien to his first life—a rush of pure,
effortless adrenaline.
This is disgusting, he thought, even as a thrill raced through his spirit. I
spent a decade of sleepless nights, thousands of discarded scrolls, and millions
in research funds to develop the Flying Raijin. But the Uchiha? They just
experience a mental breakdown and get a 'Power-Up Bundle' handed to them by
their DNA.
Ocular power, massive chakra reserves, and a Susanoo as a free gift? It was the
ultimate cheat code. It was the biological equivalent of pirating a high-end
software suite that he had spent his life trying to code from scratch.
I have to admit... this lineage is efficient, Tobirama mused. And since I'm
using Isshin's 'Stolen Ocular Reserve,' I don't even have to pay the price in
trauma. I'm just cashing a check I didn't write. White-labeling immortality... I
could get used to this.
Elder Isshin had been thorough. He had spent the last week force-feeding Seisui
(Tobirama) every scrap of Uchiha history, ensuring the boy's "Frequency" was
tuned to the clan's greatest legends.
Because of Seisui's face, Isshin had prioritized the life of Izuna Uchiha. It
was like a guest lecturer teaching a masterclass to the man who actually lived
the subject. Tobirama listened with a straight face, even as he asked "probing"
questions about Izuna's private life.
In his first life, Tobirama had to scour intelligence reports for gossip on his
rival. Now? The Uchiha Elders were practically begging to tell him everything.
He now knew the specific details of why Izuna avoided Uchiha women—apparently,
his last clan girlfriend had tried to "Double-Suicide" with him when he forgot
her birthday. He knew Izuna's favorite tea, his sleeping habits, and his "Black
History" failures.
I know you better than your own brother did, Izuna, Tobirama thought, a sinister
smirk forming in his mindscape. I've dissected your life, and now I'm going to
dissect your soul.
The Mental Space.
A swirling cloud of black smoke and icy chakra—unmistakably "Naturally
Evil"—surged from the void, condensing into a physical form within Seisui's
mind.
Similar to Edo Tensei, but more refined, Tobirama analyzed. No sacrifice
required, and the power stacks directly onto my base stats. If I have the chakra
of two elite Jonin and the speed of the Flying Raijin... I can take on five
Kage-level opponents without breaking a sweat.
The smoke solidified. The unholy pressure of a dead legend filled the space.
Izuna Uchiha slowly opened his eyes, his spirit flickering with the confusion of
the newly resurrected.
Where... am I?
Izuna's last memory was a descent into the dark. He remembered the pain in his
chest, the weight of his brother's tears, and the terror of leaving Madara alone
with "That Bastard" Hashirama.
Did Madara use the Eternal Eye? Did he win?
"This is my mental space," a voice said.
Izuna's head snapped up. His Sharingan flared instinctively. He was met by a
teenager with cold, three-tomoe eyes, standing with an air of absolute
authority.
Izuna's guard dropped immediately. He blinked, rubbing his eyes.
A mirror? No...
The boy standing before him was a Three-Tomoe Uchiha. But it wasn't just the
clan uniform. The boy looked exactly like him. The same hair, the same jawline,
the same aura of sharp, lethal pride.
A wild, illogical hope flared in Izuna's dead heart. He thought back to the
women he'd known... the nights in the capital... the "accidents" that might have
occurred before he died.
"You..." Izuna's hand trembled as he reached out. "Are you... my son?"
Tobirama wanted to roar with laughter. Even in death, your first instinct is to
think with your lower half? Typical Uchiha.
"I am Seisui Uchiha," Tobirama said coldly, adopting his "Arrogant Prodigy"
mask. "And the timeline doesn't match, old man. You died forty years ago. I'm
thirteen. Do the math."
"I was summoned by a Mangekyō ability called Ancestral Communion. It seems I've
reached back far enough to pull a 'Failure' from the Pure Land."
Izuna froze. Old man? Failure?
"Forty years?" Izuna whispered, his voice full of dread. "What happened? Did the
Uchiha survive? Did Madara... did he make peace with the Senju?"
Tobirama let out a long, theatrical sigh. "If only it were that simple."
"I'll give it to you straight. You died. Madara, in his grief, allowed Hashirama
Senju to lead him by the nose. They built a village called Konoha. But here's
the joke: Madara was the one who named it!"
"He named it 'Hidden Leaf' as a tribute to Hashirama's Wood Style. He gave the
village its identity and then let the Senju take the Hokage hat. He was a
'Founding Father' who acted like a lapdog."
Izuna clutched his head. "No... Brother... how could you be so foolish?"
"It gets worse," Seisui continued, his voice like a razor. "Hashirama named the
leader 'Hokage'—the Fire Shadow—claiming it was a tribute to the Uchiha's fire
style. It was a PR trap. He gave Madara a title but no authority."
"Eventually, your brother realized he'd been scammed. He tried to lead the clan
away, but the clan refused. They liked the free food and the safety. They chose
the 'Leaf' over their own Patriarch. Madara left alone, fought Hashirama at the
Valley of the End, and died like a dog in the dirt. His body was never even
given a proper funeral."
Izuna fell to his knees, his Three-Tomoe eyes spinning with a mix of rage and
despair. "I warned him! I told him the Senju would swallow us! Tobirama... that
silver-haired snake... he must have been the one pulling the strings!"
"Of course he was," Seisui said, smirk-less and cold. "The Second Hokage,
Tobirama Senju, built the Military Police Force to turn the village against us.
He isolated us, used our pride as a cage, and spent his reign ensuring the
Uchiha would never touch the high table."
"And now, I am the one who has to clean up your mess. I carry a 'Bloodline
Sickness' from your era's failures. I have to fight the Hokage's Assistant,
Danzo, who acts exactly like a low-tier mimic of the Second. I have to fight for
every scrap of respect the village offers."
Tobirama leaned in, his voice dropping to a hiss. "You were the 'Strategic Mind'
of the clan, Izuna. But you let yourself get killed by a single Flying Raijin
slice. You left your brother alone, and the clan suffered for half a century
because of your incompetence."
"So don't ask me for respect. If you want to stay in my head, you work. You give
me your chakra, you give me your eyes, and you help me fix the Uchiha. It's the
only way you can pay back the debt you owe to our generation."
Izuna stared at the boy. He was shattered. The guilt of Madara's "failure" and
the suffering of the modern clan hit him like a physical weight. But looking at
Seisui—at the boy who had his face and his fire—he felt a surge of ancient
Uchiha protective instinct.
"You're right... it's my fault," Izuna whispered, bowing his head to his own
"descendant."
"I accept your judgment, Seisui. I will give you everything. My strength, my
memories, my soul. I will be your shield until the Uchiha are masters of their
own fate again."
Tobirama smirked. Hook, line, and sinker. I've just enslaved the soul of my
rival using his own family's trauma.
Now, let's talk about the 'Shadow Strategy.'
"Tell me, Izuna," Tobirama asked, testing the ghost's mind. "If you had survived
the Warring States and reached the founding of the village... how would you have
handled the Senju?"
Izuna stood up, his eyes turning sharp and calculating.
"I would have conceded the First Kage seat to Hashirama," Izuna said coldly. "He
was too strong to fight directly. I would have let Tobirama take the Second
seat, too. Let him take the blame for the taxes and the bureaucracy."
"I would have built a 'Shadow Cabinet.' I would have made the Uchiha the
essential pillar of the village's economy and internal intelligence. I would
have made the other clans dependent on our eyes. I would have played the
'Merciful Ally' while holding the village's throat in the dark."
"By the time the Third Kage was chosen, there wouldn't have been a single clan
in the village that didn't owe the Uchiha a debt. We would have taken the hat
not through war, but through Consensus."
Tobirama listened, his heart skipping a beat.
Thank the Sage you died when you did, Tobirama thought. If you had lived, I
never would have been able to keep the Leaf stable.
But on the surface, Seisui nodded. "A sound plan. It's a pity you weren't there
to execute it."
"But I'm here now. And I'm going to use your 'Shadow Logic' to win the war you
lost."
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