Chapter 513

Konoha,

Patches of dark clouds shrouded the village. The usually bustling streets were terrifyingly quiet. Every household hung white plain silk outside their doors to show mourning.

People walking on the street were dressed in black plain clothes, holding white flowers, and spontaneously walked slowly toward the Martyrs' Cemetery located in the corner of the village.

The usually deserted Martyrs' Cemetery was crowded with ninjas and villagers who came to see him off. From time to time, sobbing sounds arose, adding a bit of desolation to this farewell ceremony.

In front of the heavy monument, Senju Feizhen, dressed in a pitch-black kimono, had a tight face. In her hands wearing black silk gloves, she held a black-and-white portrait. Lowering her head to glance at her selfie, her heart was full of inexplicable strangeness.

I'm sending myself off?

"Feizhen, time is almost up."

Just as Senju Feizhen didn't know how to complain about today's farce, a gentle and virtuous voice sounded in her ear.

Senju Toka, who had just offered a bouquet of flowers in front of the monument, led the secretly wiping-tears Tsunade to her side. Her pretty face wearing a black veil was full of deep sadness.

"I know."

Senju Feizhen looked around and found that among those who came, except for her disciple Uchiha Mirror, there was no figure of the Uchiha clan, and she felt inexplicably uncomfortable inside.

Not seeing that idiot Uchiha Izuna kowtow in front of her grave was Senju Feizhen's greatest regret in this life.

"Burial."

Nodding gently, the Senju clan members carrying the corpse of the Senju Tobirama clone separated the crowd and slowly placed the black coffin into the pre-dug grave.

"Tap~"

As the first handful of soil was sprinkled on the coffin engraved with the Senju clan crest and the Konoha mark, the sad atmosphere in the field reached a climax.

"Wuwuwu... Second Grandpa, don't leave me! I will be obedient and be a good child!"

Tsunade, who was not old, finally couldn't hold back the grief in her heart and knelt on the damp grass with both knees. Bean-sized tears fell slowly, splashing one after another ripples full of longing on the girl's tender hands.

"Teacher! We let you down!"

The F6, dressed in black plain clothes, knelt in unison in front of Senju Tobirama's grave, each face full of regret. If it weren't for breaking the rear for them, the teacher wouldn't have died in a foreign land.

The rest of the clan members who had fought with Senju Tobirama for many years were also in tears, and some even fainted on the spot because of excessive sadness.

Senju Feizhen, who witnessed this scene, had mixed feelings in her heart. He could be considered the first person to attend his own funeral.

"Huh? That is..."

While still feeling emotional, Senju Feizhen suddenly discovered two tall figures standing under a big tree in the corner of the Martyrs' Cemetery. Through her good eyesight, she recognized who the visitors were at a glance.

Sure enough, did they still come?

The complex look on Senju Feizhen's face was swept away, but her eyes were filled with curiosity because of the alternative attire of the two.

"Cousin, why did you drag me to attend that white-haired brat's funeral? The family is waiting for the banquet!"

Under the big tree far from the crowd, Uchiha Izuna looked at the solemn crowd with an inexplicable look. He felt uncomfortable pulling the long scarf around his neck. The exaggerated silver ornaments hanging on his tight black leather jacket clattered because of his relatively large movements.

"And this outfit, are we here to be funny?"

Uchiha Gin, dressed similarly to Uchiha Izuna, slowly took off the motorcycle helmet he was wearing. His salty-fish-like eyes actually carried inexplicable holiness.

"Still missing something."

He looked up at the cloudy sky and said a baffling sentence lightly.

"Boom rumble——"

The next moment, as if the heavens had received a call, after a harsh thunder, a drizzling rain descended.

"This can be considered complete."

Uchiha Gin was very satisfied with the sensible heavens. He immediately tucked the helmet into his waist and gave a look to Uchiha Izuna, who was full of egg pain on the side.

"Do we really have to do this?"

"Rarely encounter this kind of opportunity; miss this village and there won't be this shop."

Saying that, Uchiha Gin intentionally or unintentionally opened his leather jacket, revealing the bright belt at his waist. As he slapped the switch on the side of his waist with his small hand, the circular gem in the middle of the belt instantly burst out with light like high-beam headlights.

The wattage was so high that he was afraid people present wouldn't notice.

"What is that? So dazzling!"

"Mom, I saw light!"

Seeing that everyone was attracted by his light, a look of pride appeared on Uchiha Gin's face. He patted Izuna's shoulder beside him and talked nonsense seriously.

"Little cousin, Kamen Rider is an existence that can bring light to humanity in the darkest moments!"

Knowing he couldn't beat his cousin, Uchiha Izuna had to compromise. He raised his hand to pull down the cowboy hat he was wearing, trying to hide his identity, but his body was very honest, unzipping his leather jacket and exposing the shining high-beam headlights he was wearing at his waist to the world.

"Bam!"

With a light slap on the side of his waist, the same dazzling light shot out, happening to shine on the face of Senju Feizhen, who was wearing a murderous expression in the crowd. Her scarlet eyes were instantly blinded.

Not only that, a piece of music with a strong rhythm also came from the flashing high-beam headlights on Izuna's waist.

"The vast horizon is my love..."

"This music... why am I shaking involuntarily?"

The crowd who heard the BGM, after a brief surprise, were gradually influenced by the music with a strong sense of rhythm and began to nod and sway.

"THOSE! TWO! BASTARDS!"

Her own proper curtain call ceremony was hard-forced by Uchiha Gin and his partner into a large-scale grave-jumping scene. Senju Feizhen wished she could smash her portrait on their faces.

"Cousin, are you a poet!?"

Izuna, who was clumsily imitating Uchiha Gin's pose, was thunderstruck by the BGM of his belt. Sensing the unkind gazes from the Senju clan members around, he immediately turned his head to ask the main culprit of this incident.

"Huh? Where is he?"

The result made his heart cold. Uchiha Gin, riding a motorcycle, had long been far ahead, disappearing into the rain curtain, and even the exhaust could not be seen.

"I haven't gotten on the car yet!"

Izuna spread his hands, his bitter face full of the helplessness of a middle-aged man.

Is there any emotion more fragile than brotherhood?

"THIS! UCHIHA! GENTLEMAN!"

Just as he was feeling sad, a ghostly voice sounded in Izuna's ear. The familiar aura instantly triggered his conditioned reflex, and he covered his waist tightly with both hands.

"Don't dig my kidney!"

Only after seeing who it was did he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Phew... so it's you... how come you are as sinister as your father."

"Since you're here, don't you want to kowtow?"

Senju Feizhen fiercely glared at the curly-haired guy who ran away, and a pair of beautiful eyes fell on Uchiha Izuna, whose eyes were dodging.

"I came in a hurry and didn't even bring a bouquet of flowers; I'll definitely make up for it next time."

Without a trace, he turned off the switch at his waist, and the grave returned to its previous solemnity. Uchiha Izuna pretended to shake his head with regret, indicating that his heart was more than enough but his strength was not enough.

"It's okay, chrysanthemums are also flowers."

Only to see Senju Feizhen suddenly raise her hand and press it on Uchiha Izuna's shoulder.

"Don't!"

A blue light flashed. The panic on Izuna's face hadn't risen yet, and the two figures landed in front of Senju Tobirama's grave.

"Puff~"

Under Senju Feizhen's intentional adjustment, Izuna, who was riding the Flying Thunder God, was full of stars and almost couldn't stand firm, sitting on Senju Tobirama's grave, offering his old chrysanthemum.

"It's the Second Clan Leader's Flying Thunder God Technique; she is indeed Tobirama-sama's own daughter."

After showing off a little, the Senju clan members around who were originally suspicious of Senju Feizhen's identity were instantly convinced.

Senju Tobirama's Flying Thunder God Technique could be said to be unique in the Ninja World. Unless he taught it all, it was basically impossible for anyone to master it.

"Not bad. To be able to practice the Flying Thunder God Technique to this extent at this age, you are stronger than your old man."

In order not to make himself look too ugly next, Uchiha Izuna immediately revealed a senior's posture, looking at Senju Feizhen with a face full of relief.

"Are the pretty words finished? Time to kowtow."

In order to avenge the other party's prank, Senju Feizhen was determined to make Uchiha Izuna kowtow to her.

"Feizhen, don't mess around. Izuna-sama was a good friend of your father before he died. He did this, perhaps to make this rain not so sad."

At this time, a soft hand like jade stretched out in front of the aggressive Senju Feizhen. Senju Toka, whose face was full of sadness, smiled apologetically at Izuna.

"Who is he..."

Senju Feizhen turned red on the spot. To think she was called Uchiha Izuna's good friend; such an extreme insult was extremely rare in the entire Ninja World.

"Alright, be obedient."

Senju Toka raised her hand and pressed it on the jumping Senju Feizhen's head. The majesty of the sister-in-law overflowed instantly, successfully deterring her niece who appeared halfway.

"Izuna-sama, since you're here, offer some incense."

Turning her head, she pulled three sticks of incense from Tsunade's arms, who was crying, and handed them to Uchiha Izuna, who had an inexplicable expression.

"..."

"Fine."

Finally, Uchiha Izuna, who had been silent for a long time, took the three sticks of incense that hadn't been lit, raised his hand to form an In seal, and the hot fire-attribute chakra rose out of thin air, lighting the tip of the incense. The faint green smoke drifted along.

"Phew."

Seeing this scene, Senju Toka breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. At this moment, the two pillars of the Senju clan were dead and missing, which was the most fragile time for the family. At this juncture, they must not be at odds with the thriving Uchiha clan.

Moreover, the relationship between the two families was not as stiff as Senju Feizhen, who had just returned to the village, thought. The high-level exchanges were frequent, and they were only one step away from becoming one family.

Turning her head to look at Senju Feizhen, whose face was gloomy, Senju Toka nodded secretly.

After going back, she must give this eldest niece a good make-up lesson, let her often go to Gin-san's house to walk around, get close to the little aunt who was hiding her name,

And by the way, mix some New Year's money to subsidize the family.

"White-haired brat..."

Squatting in front of Senju Tobirama's grave, Uchiha Izuna, holding three sticks of incense, was suddenly a bit trance-like. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to many years ago, and two young boys standing on the creek with horizontal swords appeared in his field of vision.

"Senju Tobirama!"

"Uchiha Izuna!"

"Clang! ——"

Today, the creek of the Naka River is still flowing slowly, and it hasn't stopped because of the ravages of time, but of the two children who were confronting each other with swords back then, only one remains.

An inexplicable sense of emptiness instantly overflowed Izuna's heart, folding his straight waist into a decadent arc. The look of disdain that was always in his eyes gradually dissipated, adding a bit of loneliness and desolation unique to the elderly.

"I haven't decided the winner with you yet."

Shaking his head gently, Uchiha Izuna, with a hunched body, slowly inserted the three sticks of incense that had burned halfway in front of his former rival's grave without saying anything more.

The Senju clan members around could clearly perceive his tragic feelings and took the initiative to make way, watching the lonely figure disappear into the rain curtain.

Senju Feizhen looked at Izuna's departing back and was a bit distracted. She didn't expect that her arch-rival, whose kidney she had dug for many years, would reveal his true feelings in front of her grave. The undisguised cherishing of each other made her feel a bit inexplicable.

If it weren't for the hatred brought by war, they might have been childhood friends who caught fish and played together by the Naka River, encouraged each other to grow, and finally became life-and-death friends fighting side by side.

"Feizhen, Feizhen!"

Senju Toka's voice interrupted Senju Feizhen's thoughts. Turning to look at the leveled grave, she knew what she should do.

Taking a step forward, the white-haired girl holding her portrait bowed deeply to the remains of her clone, and the black crowd behind her also bent their waists.

"Izuna-sama..."

In front of the grave, as an Uchiha with delicate emotions, Mirror could read the loneliness of Uchiha Izuna when he left. That man like a lion, after losing his competitor, might sink from now on.

"Hiruzen, are you ready?"

"Mirror, what are you talking about?"

Sarutobi Hiruzen, who was repenting in front of the teacher's grave, frowned. He could hear the subtext of his friend.

"The Hokage's life or death is unknown, the Assistant is in his prime, what qualifications do I have? On the contrary, are you ready to take over?"

"In this matter, it's not up to us."

Mirror looked deeply at Sarutobi Hiruzen, his gaze sweeping across the ninjas who came to mourn without a trace. Looking at the familiar faces, a bitter smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

The Ninja Alliance, which once relied on unity to survive, has now grown to the point where it can compete with the Senju clan.

Outside the Martyrs' Cemetery,

Izuna, who walked out slowly, saw Uchiha Gin, who had abandoned him, at a glance. The other party was leisurely leaning against the motorcycle, with a lollipop of unknown flavor hanging in his mouth, eating with a smacking sound.

"Cousin! You actually left me and ran away alone."

"I'm creating an opportunity for you to see him off; no need to thank me."

Looking at his resentful little cousin, Uchiha Gin sucked on the strawberry-flavored lollipop, looking like he was thinking for you.

"I have no intention of seeing that hateful white-haired brat off."

The Uchiha-unique tsundere was displayed vividly at this moment. Even if he could see deep sadness in his little cousin's eyes, it didn't affect his stubbornness.

"Alright, alright, since the memorial service is over, time to go back and eat."

If it's any later, we won't catch the eight-treasure rice.

Because of the motorcycle restriction order recently issued on the streets of Konoha, Uchiha Gin, who wanted to show off, had to push his cool motorcycle and walk on the road back to the clan land with Izuna, who was full of worries.

"Cousin, I don't want to be Hokage anymore."

Suddenly, Izuna, who was walking behind, said something that made Uchiha Gin a bit surprised, scaring the lollipop in his mouth to fall.

"Hiss... are you okay?"

Winning the Hokage throne was a hard indicator set by Uchiha Madara when he was still there.

The fact that his little cousin, who had high hopes, was designated as the next successor was already a secret known to everyone in Konoha.

"If I can't order that white-haired brat around, what's the use of this Hokage throne?" (End of chapter)