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As the rest of the clan members filtered out, murmuring amongst themselves, Yagami Uchiha stepped forward. His dark armor was adorned with raven-feather patterns, and his Sharingan flickered faintly beneath his hood.
When they were alone, Tajima turned to him. "What did the crow bring?"
Yagami's voice was quiet, but every word carried weight. "The Senju plan to raid the Takeda clan for food. They intend to use force, but not annihilation. Butsuma wants slave labor."
Tajima's eyes narrowed. "They're growing ruthless."
"They've formed an elite unit. Moving at dawn."
Tajima considered this, then turned toward the map spread across a stone slab. "What else?"
"They're weak right now. Desperate. But not broken. Their idealists still talk of peace."
"Then we shatter that illusion."
Yagami tilted his head. "How should we respond?"
"Intercept the elite squad. But don't just kill them. Send a message. Let the Senju know that every step forward costs them ten more backward. And send word to the Takeda."
"To warn them?"
"To bind them. We offer protection in exchange for loyalty. We'll send food if needed. We must ensure they don't join the Senju out of fear."
Yagami bowed. "As you wish, my lord."
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In the Senju camp, the elite unit gathered silently under the pale moonlight. Six warriors—each hand-picked, each a specialist in their own form of combat. Kenshiro was among them, though his heart was heavy with doubt. He had spoken against the raid, yet here he was, bound by duty and blood.
Their leader, a veteran named Renji, gave a curt nod. "Move silently. Strike hard. No survivors if they resist. Orders are to subdue if possible. Let's move."
They disappeared into the forest like ghosts.
At the same time, miles away, Yagami stood at the cliffside above a narrow pass—watching, waiting.
He was not alone. Five other Uchiha stood beside him, their chakra suppressed to near-invisibility, each with Sharingan active and scanning.
"They'll pass through here," Yagami murmured. "Be ready."
Far from the Frontlines
Nestled deep in a secluded part of the Uchiha compound, Arai Uchiha stood alone in a glade shrouded by ancient trees. His breathing was slow, methodical. Across from him stood a wooden training dummy, pockmarked from countless strikes.
He closed his eyes, feeling the rhythm of his chakra. With a sharp exhale, his eyes snapped open—and for a brief moment, the faint outline of a single tomoe flickered in each pupil before fading.
"Still unstable," Arai muttered, clenching his fists.
Behind him, Madara approached silently, arms crossed. "You're pushing yourself too hard, little brother."
Arai didn't turn. "Not hard enough. If I were stronger, I'd be out there with the rest of you."
Madara stepped closer, his expression unreadable. "You will be. But haste breeds death. Learn to see clearly before rushing into blood."
Izuna appeared on a branch above, grinning. "He's just mad that you didn't take him to the front, Madara."
"Let him train," Madara said. "When the time comes, we'll see what he's truly made of."
As they spoke, a crow circled high above, casting its shadow on the forest floor before disappearing toward the northern cliffs—toward war.
Senju Forest Compound
On the other side of the valley, deep within a Senju-held forest fortress, Hiroshi Senju sat beneath a waterfall, his hands in a seal, his body trembling from the force of the water.
He had held the pose for hours.
"Control your chakra. Focus through the noise," muttered Elder Soma, a retired sage who now guided the clan's most promising children such as Senju Toka and Senju Tobirama.
Hiroshi's lips were pressed in a hard line. The flow of chakra through his body began to settle—like a river obeying its banks. The water above parted slightly, and he opened his eyes. Briefly, his entire form glowed a soft green with a healing aura.
The elder watched with interest. "You're mastering it quickly. A rare gift—Senju vitality and refined control. It's almost unnatural."
Hiroshi stood, dripping but steady. "I want to protect this clan."
The elder nodded. "And someday, you will have to choose how."
As Hiroshi walked back toward camp, he passed several young children training with wooden swords—laughing, oblivious. His heart clenched. He had no memories of his past life, but sometimes, he dreamed of fire and storm, of betrayal and brotherhood.
Near the Border Cliffs
The Senju elite unit moved swiftly through the Takeda valley, their steps silent, chakra suppressed. Kenshiro took point, his senses sharp.
Renji whispered, "Just past this ridge. We make the drop, seize the supply cache, and secure the head of the Takeda. Move!"
But as they crested the rise, everything changed.
A kunai flew—whistling, perfect—and struck the rock at Renji's feet. A red flare burst from its seal.
"Scatter!" Renji barked, but it was too late.
From the trees, Uchiha warriors descended like shadows, eyes glowing crimson with three-tomoe Sharingan. Fireballs exploded mid-air, and genjutsu rippled through the forest like a storm.
Kenshiro fell to his knees, his vision warped—he was surrounded by corpses, the battlefield littered with his fallen friends. Then he blinked and saw that the trees were whole, the sky calm. An illusion.
He bit his lip until blood grounded him in reality.
Renji fought like a demon, sword dancing, but Yagami Uchiha intercepted him with a cold fury. "You shouldn't have come here," he whispered, then buried a blade in Renji's gut.
Kenshiro tried to drag one wounded comrade away but was quickly surrounded. He braced for death.
"Stop," Yagami ordered.
The Uchiha hesitated.
"Let him live. Deliver a message. The next raid will not be met with mercy."
Kenshiro, gasping and bleeding, was pushed toward the woods.
He didn't stop running.
Back at the Senju camp, Butsuma read the message carved into a wooden plank tied to Kenshiro's arm:
"You take from the weak, and we take from the strong. This is the Uchiha way. Come again, and you die."
Kenshiro lay unconscious in the infirmary, his wounds treated but soul shaken.
The elders were divided. Some demanded vengeance. Others demanded diplomacy.
Butsuma said nothing for a long time.
Then finally, he growled, "Double the raids. If they want war, we will show them total war."
Uchiha Stronghold
Tajima stood at the war table as Yagami returned, cloak torn and bloody.
"The mission?" Tajima asked.
"Success. Senju force broken. The Takeda are ours now—they sent word of allegiance."
Tajima allowed a rare smile.
But then a messenger bird arrived with another scroll.
Yagami read it. His face hardened. "The Senju are mobilizing again. In greater numbers."
Tajima frowned. "They're bleeding themselves to win. Dangerous. Or desperate."
"They might be preparing to force a decisive battle."
"Then we must be ready."
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