As a member of the Otsutsuki clan, Kinshiki was an alien warrior that the entire Naruto world had no means of resisting. Su Xiuyu accidentally stumbled upon the aftermath of Kinshiki's slaughter of the Hagoromo clan.
He had no idea what had provoked Kinshiki, but it was clear that the Hagoromo clan was doomed to disappear from history.
Kinshiki was an imposing figure—over two meters tall, with massive hands like cattail leaves and a pair of white eyes that could traverse time and space. He possessed the ability to phase through attacks, much like Obito's Mangekyō Sharingan. His raw physical prowess alone was terrifying, rivaling even Sasuke's when he had awakened the Six Tomoe Rinnegan in the later years.
Kinshiki was undeniably one of the strongest warriors on the planet. And the only reason he wasn't the strongest was that Su Xiuyu remembered that Kinshiki had a superior—another Otsutsuki even more fearsome. Although Su Xiuyu himself had the bloodline of the Otsutsuki, he was still far from their level. Compared to these beings, he was little more than a fledgling. His journey as a ninja had only just begun, and he had a long way to go before he could stand among them as an equal.
Hidden underground, Su Xiuyu carefully used Earth Release techniques to sense the surface, wary of being detected by Kinshiki. If Kinshiki discovered him, his only option would be to flee using the system.
He hadn't expected to encounter the Otsutsuki clan so soon. Even if Hashirama and Madara were in their prime, they wouldn't stand a chance against Kinshiki. This wasn't a battle—it was a massacre. A fully leveled boss character annihilating a village of beginners.
Su Xiuyu remained hidden for three days, ensuring that Kinshiki had truly left before daring to emerge.
What greeted him was pure devastation. The Hagoromo clan had been wiped out completely. Kinshiki hadn't even needed to use ninjutsu—his taijutsu alone had erased an entire bloodline. The destruction left in his wake was far more brutal than any ninjutsu could have accomplished.
Suppressing the urge to gag at the stench of blood and death, Su Xiuyu methodically examined the battlefield. This was an opportunity—an invaluable glimpse into the raw power of the Otsutsuki. Studying this massacre could help him prepare for the inevitable future confrontation.
There were no survivors. The once-mighty Hagoromo clan was now nothing more than a memory.
Among the wreckage, Su Xiuyu's eyes landed on a peculiar object at the clan's central altar—a large, ornate fan colored white and red. His heart skipped a beat.
The Banana Fan of the Sage of Six Paths?
Picking it up, he gave it a light swing. A fierce gust of wind erupted. Swinging it again, a burst of flames roared forth.
Yeah, this was definitely the real deal.
The legendary Banana Fan could unleash five-elemental ninjutsu—wind, fire, water, lightning, and earth—all in an instant.
Yet, Su Xiuyu found himself unimpressed. The fan was powerful, sure, but ultimately useless to him. He already possessed all five chakra natures, along with Yin and Yang Release. He didn't lack the chakra to wield this relic, but he had no need for it. Why bother with a fan when he could cast ninjutsu himself?
Still, it might make a nice collectible… or maybe I'll give it to someone who needs it later.
After spending an entire day carefully investigating the wreckage, Su Xiuyu had gathered enough information to gauge Kinshiki's abilities. The experience was humbling. He had been growing more arrogant lately, but this encounter had been a harsh reality check.
"I've still got a long way to go," he muttered to himself. "Someday, I'll have to face the Otsutsuki directly. I can't afford to slack off."
With renewed determination, Su Xiuyu quickened his pace, making his way toward the Uchiha clan.
Arrival at the Uchiha Clan
Half a day later, Su Xiuyu finally arrived at the Uchiha compound.
The atmosphere was tense. Although the clan members maintained order, there was an undeniable air of unease. Something had happened.
Taking no chances, Su Xiuyu approached the guards and activated his Sharingan.
"It's me, Uchiha Xiuyu."
The guard tensed, nearly raising an alarm before registering the name. After a brief moment of hesitation, he nodded.
Madara and the others had already accepted Su Xiuyu as part of the clan, so the guards recognized him. Still, their lack of familiarity with him almost led to a misunderstanding.
After being granted entry, Su Xiuyu quickly learned what had happened.
Uchiha Tajima, the clan leader, and Senju Butsuma, the leader of the Senju clan, had both been gravely wounded in battle. Now, Tajima was bedridden, his condition critical.
Su Xiuyu made his way to Tajima's chamber, where Madara and Izuna were tending to their father.
"Who's outside?" came a weary but firm voice. Though weak, Tajima still held a commanding presence.
"It's me, clan leader. Uchiha Xiuyu."
A raspy cough followed.
"Come in."
Su Xiuyu stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him. Tajima lay on the futon, his face pale and lined with exhaustion.
"How are you feeling, clan leader?" Su Xiuyu asked, unsure of what else to say.
Tajima had never been an easy man to get along with. He was ruthless, pragmatic, and willing to do whatever it took to ensure the survival of the Uchiha. He had never been a particularly warm father, but in this war-torn era, he had been a leader—a man who had kept his clan alive.
Tajima let out a harsh breath. "Not good."
Madara and Izuna's expressions darkened, their emotions barely contained.
Strictly speaking, Tajima had never been a nurturing father. He had failed to protect many of their siblings, leaving only Madara, Izuna, and Su Xiuyu's intervention had saved one more—Uchiha Chisato.
But despite his shortcomings as a father, as a clan leader, he had done everything he could to protect his people. And in this brutal world, that was all that mattered.
"Don't mourn for me," Tajima said, his voice calm. "This is the fate of all shinobi. People die in battle. Even the Sage of Six Paths is nothing more than a legend of the past. You should learn to look forward."
A wry smirk crossed his face. "Besides… Butsuma isn't doing much better."
"Father, don't say things like that," Madara protested. "Your priority is recovering."
Tajima cut him off with a sharp look. "Madara. Izuna. Xiuyu. Listen carefully."
Silence fell over the room.
"I don't think I have much time left." His tone was firm, accepting. "Madara, you will take my place as clan leader. Izuna, Xiuyu—you will support him. Do you understand?"
Izuna nodded, and Su Xiuyu didn't object. He had already decided to back Madara, regardless of Tajima's request.
"The future of the Uchiha is in your hands, Madara." Tajima turned his head, his gaze heavy with expectation. "You must bear this responsibility."
Madara clenched his fists, his eyes burning with determination.
"I will. I swear, I will lead the Uchiha to greatness."
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The crisp autumn wind rustled through the battlefield, making Tajima's cloak billow and the headband on Butsuma forehead flutter.
The hatred between the Uchiha and Senju clans had spanned centuries—so deeply rooted that no amount of reasoning could untangle it. As the two strongest ninja clans of the Warring States period, they had clashed time and time again, and today was no different.
Tajima and Butsuma stood face to face once more, their eyes locked in a silent battle before the first strike was even thrown.
"Tajima… This must be the hundredth time we've fought." Butsuma voice carried the weight of countless battles. He had fought this man since childhood, their blades cutting through flesh, their lives forged in war. The blood they spilled had long since soaked into the earth beneath them.
Tajima scoffed, his grip on his sword tightening. "Reminiscing on the past, Butsuma? Have you finally lost your mind?" His words were laced with mockery, but his body remained tense. He knew better than to drop his guard against his greatest rival. "Surrender now. You're not my match anymore."
Butsuma narrowed his eyes, his expression hard. "Spare me your empty words. I'm here to avenge my people." He knew just as well as Tajima that only one of them would walk away from this fight.
For this battle, both leaders had deliberately left their sons—Hashirama, Madara, Tobirama, and Izuna—behind. They understood the stakes. If they died, their legacies had to survive.
Butsuma, in particular, was deeply uneasy. Ever since Hashirama had returned with their clan from Uzushio Village, he had learned from Tobirama about Uchiha Xiuyu —a prodigy whose combat ability already surpassed even Tobirama's. Worse, the boy had been a ninja for less than a year.
The thought of Hashirama calling Uchiha Xiuyu a friend sent a chill down Butsuma spine.
If he died today, his two sons would be left to contend with not only Madara and Izuna but also this unknown variable, Uchiha Xiuyu. Butsuma had even considered assassinating the boy in secret, but there simply hadn't been an opportunity.
None of that mattered now.
"Fire Release: Great Dragon Fire Technique!"
Tajima struck first, hurling a massive fireball toward Fujian.
"Tch." Butsuma dodged with practiced ease, countering with a series of kunai laced with explosive tags. The battlefield erupted in smoke and fire, but when it cleared, Tajima was still standing, unharmed.
"Tajima," Butsuma growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Only one of us leaves here today."
Tajima's Sharingan gleamed. "That's just what I was hoping for!"
And with that, the fight began in earnest.
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Blades clashed, fire roared, and the earth itself trembled beneath their battle. They moved like ghosts—vanishing and reappearing in bursts of chakra-infused speed, their strikes calculated, precise.
By midday, both were wounded. By evening, they could barely stand.
Blood dripped onto the earth as they glared at each other, exhaustion setting in. But neither surrendered.
Then, at last, their respective clans arrived, dragging their broken bodies from the battlefield before either could deal the finishing blow.
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Tajima lay in his bed, his body still aching from the wounds of that brutal fight. The days blurred together as he drifted between consciousness and the depths of his own thoughts.
He had been so lost in memories that he almost didn't notice Madara standing at his bedside.
"Madara…" Tajima's voice was weak, but there was a sharpness to it. "Don't let me down."
His eldest son clenched his fists, his face unreadable.
"I was never a perfect father," Tajima admitted, his breath shallow, "but you… you must be a perfect leader. Protect your brother Izuna. Protect our clan. The Uchiha must not fall."
Madara's eyes darkened, and for the first time, his Sharingan evolved—the tomoe merging together, forming the shape of the Mangekyō Sharingan.
Tajima exhaled slowly. "Good…" His voice faded as he closed his eyes for the final time.
The rain began to fall, silent and unyielding.
The Uchiha clan mourned.
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At the same time, in the Senju compound, another death loomed.
"Hashirama… Tobirama…" Butsuma coughed violently, blood staining his lips. "I don't think I'll be making it this time."
"Father!" Hashirama dropped to his knees, his usually carefree face twisted with anguish.
Butsuma studied his eldest son—so much potential, yet so naive. "You're talented," he admitted, "but too idealistic… too soft. That's how people die in this world."
Hashirama swallowed hard, his hands trembling.
"It's not that I never wanted peace," Butsuma continued, his voice rasping. "I simply saw the world for what it is." He turned to Tobirama, his youngest. "After I'm gone, listen to your brother. But more importantly—Hashirama, listen to Tobirama. He is colder than you, but far more realistic."
Hashirama bowed his head. "I understand, Father…"
Butsuma chuckled bitterly. "No, you don't. But you will."
He coughed again, his body shaking from the effort. Then, suddenly, his expression changed—his eyes widening in shock.
"Hashirama… what is that?"
Hashirama blinked before looking at his own hand. A tiny green seedling had sprouted from his palm, growing rapidly into a thick tree, its roots extending into the ground even as it threatened to break through the ceiling.
Butsuma stared in awe, placing a trembling hand against the bark. "This… this is something new."
"It's a technique I awakened recently," Hashirama said sheepishly. "It has a wide range of uses. I think it's pretty strong."
Butsuma let out a weak, wheezing laugh. "Strong? No… This is power. This is life itself."
His gaze softened, his pride swelling despite himself. "Finally… the Senju surpass the Uchiha."
He exhaled, his body relaxing. "No regrets…"
Butsuma closed his eyes, and his voice became a whisper. "Hashirama… beware of Uchiha Xiuyu… That boy is unnatural… too dangerous…"
Then, with the last of his strength, he waved a hand. "Go. From this moment, you are clan leader."
Hashirama hesitated, but Tobirama grabbed his wrist, pulling him toward the door. "Let him rest."
The two stood outside in silence, listening.
Moments later, they heard the steady sound of their father's breathing. He had finally fallen asleep.
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The next morning, when they returned to check on him, Butsuma was still.
A peaceful smile remained on his face.
Hashirama and Tobirama stood by his bedside, their expressions unreadable. Then, without a word, they turned to prepare his burial.
The Senju clan gathered, their grief heavy, yet their resolve unshaken.
On this day, two old warriors—two leaders who had shaped history—had finally fallen.
But as their wooden ships sank beneath the waves, new ones were already setting sail.
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