Chapter 362

Almost instantly.

Upon hearing Hashirama Senju’s words, Uchiha Madara’s expression turned grim, even a flicker of rage burning in his eyes.

As for Nagato’s matter, it didn’t matter—he was part of the new Konoha under Uchiha, so he was willing to give Uchiha Jin some face.

He could simply avoid appearing in person himself and let Uchiha Jin represent him instead!

Those were his own eyes; reclaiming them was perfectly normal.

Though Nagato and the others had indeed suffered some injustice, did Uchiha Madara care about such petty matters? Anyone who had lived through the Warring States era had endured hardship.

Even Uchiha Madara himself had lost several younger brothers—even his beloved younger brother, Izuna, who awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan and still died.

Yes!

He had manipulated him, but what of it?

If Itachi’re strong enough, come find me and settle the score!

Out of respect for Uchiha Jin’s face, he was willing to let Nagato keep some dignity—that’s more than enough. Otherwise, with the Rinnegan’s hidden manipulations, he could forcibly reclaim the Rinnegan and even compel Nagato to use the Rinne Rebirth Technique!

So.

This matter hadn’t affected his mood; what truly enraged Uchiha Madara was Hashirama Senju’s plan to revive Tobirama!

Fuck.

Tobirama Senju was the one who stabbed Izuna through with a single sword!

Revive him? Dream on!

Even if Tobirama Senju were truly revived right now, he’d still want to cut him down with one swift blade!

“Hashirama…”

“Don’t force me to slap Itachi at the happiest moment of my life. Even Black Zetsu can’t revive three people—and even if he could, I’d never, ever revive Tobirama, that evil member of the Senju clan!”

“Don’t even think about it. Absolutely not!”

Uchiha Madara spoke with firm resolve.

Had anyone else said those words, he would’ve already acted violently, summoning Susano’o to kill them on the spot.

And yet,

Hashirama Senju was deeply embarrassed—he clearly understood the feud between Madara and Tobirama—but he still couldn’t help speaking up: “Madara, don’t be like this!”

“Those are old grudges. Let them fade with the wind.”

“We’ve both died once already. Why cling to old grudges from our past lives?”

“After all, we can revive them. Then revive Izuna too—soon we’ll all be friends again, fighting side by side…”

“Just imagine that scene, Madara—Itachi’d be happy too!”

A simple, earnest smile spread across Hashirama Senju’s face.

Of course,

he meant every word.

Ever since learning the boundary between life and death in the ninja world was blurred, he’d longed to revive everyone, so they could all live together in peace.

Of course,

among the Senju clan, he only intended to revive Tobirama—he hadn’t even considered reviving anyone else.

Not even his brothers, Wakan and Banji, nor even his own father, Hashirama Senju—he had no intention of reviving them.

Because some things must not be pushed too far!

Even if the ninja world possessed a revival technique, absolute calm must be maintained. Those from the Warring States era, even if revived, could never integrate into the village era.

More importantly, if he revived his father, would his father then want to revive his own relatives and friends?

If this chain of revivals continued, the entire ninja world would descend into chaos.

So, forget it.

He was willing to speak up about reviving Izuna only because he knew Izuna was Madara’s closest brother, and understood the rift between Madara and Tobirama—otherwise, he wouldn’t have even considered reviving a Warring States-era man like Izuna.

In his mind, the revival quota could only extend back to the founding of the villages!

For his good friend Madara, he’d even betrayed his own principles.

“Izuna?”

“Hashirama, Itachi’re right.”

“I really should start preparing—think about how to revive Izuna.”

Madara paused, then nodded.

He hadn’t considered reviving Izuna before—he’d planned to wait until true peace arrived, so Izuna could live in the endless illusion of the Infinite Tsukuyomi.

But, unfortunately,

the Infinite Tsukuyomi was fake, and his spirit had already faded.

Considering the ninja world now had a fragile peace, letting Izuna live in this era wasn’t bad—so he began preparing to revive him.

Of course,

he had no intention of reviving his other long-dead brothers, nor even his own dead father.

But…

he hadn’t thought as much as Hashirama Senju—he simply felt weary and annoyed, and he knew his father’s damn stubborn nature too well.

Impossible to reason with—too obstinate!

The first thing he’d do upon revival would be to seize power and wage war against the Senju clan.

That was the mindset of the Warring States era—they couldn’t adapt to this age!

“Hahaha, wonderful!”

“Madara, Itachi’ve finally come to your senses! There’s nothing fun up here on the moon—let’s hurry back to Konoha and talk this over with Jin.”

Hashirama Senju was now beaming with joy.

If his good friend Madara could accept this, it was undoubtedly a great victory—he believed that even if Izuna revived and flew into a rage, Madara could still convince him to let go of his grudges.

After all…

they’d all died once. This was a new era now!

Izuna wasn’t like the old generation—he was sure that if Tobirama sincerely apologized, Izuna could easily adapt to this new age.

“Hmph, wait!”

“I won’t stop Itachi from reviving Tobirama, but he won’t be included this time.”

“I’m not lying—Black Zetsu’s energy isn’t enough.”

“Not even Tobirama, let alone Izuna—he’ll have to wait for another solution.”

Watching Hashirama’s beaming face, Uchiha Madara was also pleased, but he forcibly suppressed his smile and explained with supreme pride.

And yet,

Hashirama Senju didn’t care—he saw resolving their feud as the greatest victory of all.

As for when to revive Izuna and Tobirama?

It didn’t matter!

After all, besides Uchiha Madara, there was Uchiha Jin.

Once he himself was revived, he’d immediately start accumulating contribution points—he was confident that with his strength, he’d soon gather enough to revive Tobirama and Izuna.

“Mm, alright.”

“I understand. Let’s go.”

Hashirama Senju crossed his arms, his expression growing even happier.

Immediately after,

he ignored everyone still reading in the library, dragged Madara to the teleportation array, and returned directly to the ninja world, heading straight for Konoha.

Meanwhile,

though the people on the moon had seen Hashirama Senju and Uchiha Madara leave, none of them cared.

Tobirama Senju was the same.

He had been reading the library’s texts while continuously observing Hashirama and Madara.

Upon hearing they planned to revive Izuna, he was genuinely displeased—his brow furrowed involuntarily.

No choice.

As his lifelong rival, he knew how troublesome Izuna was.

But, whatever.

Now that Konoha was ruled by the Uchiha, he had no real power to oppose it—and Uchiha Jin, that brat, wouldn’t listen to him anyway.

As for fear?

Hah!

If Izuna revives and acts foolishly, he wouldn’t mind delivering another Flying Thunder God Slash!