SON OF HASIRAMA-SENJU

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Suddenly, Arata heard the system's voice in his head.

"Due to the host's favorite character, Madara Uchiha, you have to choose wisely."

"Option 1: Go to war and make a name for yourself by using Wood Release—Thousand Hands Golem or Wooden Man Jutsu. Chop down some Uchihas! If they see your strength, they might surrender without any more fighting.

Reward: Your father, Senju Hashirama, will BONK you… and your mother will slap your Butt."

"Option 2: Make your uncle, Tobirama Senju, kill Izuna Uchiha. This will shock the Uchiha clan so much that they won't be able to react, forcing them to surrender after losing one of their strongest warriors.

Reward: Madara Uchiha will personally come after you, intending to kill you. Oh, and if you manage to destroy Izuna's Sharingan, you will awaken the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan."

"Option 3: When you see Madara Uchiha, ask him, 'Do you want to dance too?' since it's his iconic line. This will shock everyone.

Reward: You will receive 30% of Tenji Ōtsutsuki's talk-no jutsu power, and the progenitor of talk-no- Jutsu!"

Seeing this, Arata was stunned. What the hell? I was just thinking about Madara, and now this system is giving me insane choices?!

He took a deep breath. Wait, what's even the point of a peace meeting if I just go showing off my strength?

Looking at the second option, he shivered. We want peace, not war. And obviously, I don't want Madara chasing me down for killing his brother. And on top of that, destroying his eyes?! No way, I'm not suicidal!

Then his eyes moved to the third option. Tenji Ōtsutsuki…?

He's the father of Hagoromo and Hamura… The real progenitor of Talk-no- Jutsu. Through him, Asura got Takumi Jutsu… Then Hashirama… Then Naruto… and the legendary EX-level Jutsu…but no one was on tenji level because tenji was ablw to defeat Kaguya Otsutsuki(in bed)

Arata gulped. Damn, that's tempting… But still… If I go to Madara and say, 'Do you want to dance too?' wouldn't I just get Bonked up by father ?

I mean, why? Why is this world so unfair to me?

Looking at all the options again, Arata felt like the system just wanted him to get beaten up by his own family.

"…"

The system stayed completely silent, not even denying it.

Damn it, it's true, isn't it?!

Just as Arata was having his internal crisis, Senju Hashirama's voice echoed across the battlefield.

"Everyone, stay in place! No one is allowed to move forward without my order," Hashirama commanded.

All the Senju ninjas stopped, obeying his words. On the other side, the Uchiha clan stood at a distance, facing them.

Hashirama glanced at his brother and son. "Let's go."

Without hesitation, Tobirama and Arata followed him forward for negotiations. Today, Hashirama wasn't carrying the large scroll behind him, the one that stored his forbidden jutsus. Tobirama and Arata also came unarmed.

Seeing them approach, one of the Uchihas, his Sharingan already activated, frowned.

"Brother, what do you think they're planning? They're just walking straight toward us… Are they really stupid enough to attack head-on?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

The other Uchiha clan members also nodded in agreement.

But Madara remained calm, his gaze sharp. "Izuna....I don't know… but Hashirama isn't like that. He's too straightforward for tricks. There must be something important."

His eyes then landed on Arata. "And why did he bring a little kid here?"

Judging from Arata's appearance, it was obvious—he looked just like Hashirama.

"It must be his son, Arata, right?"

They had spies in the Senju clan before, but ever since Madara became the Uchiha clan leader, he had put an end to it. He believed his strength was enough.

No spies, no tricks. There was no need for them in the first place.

As Madara watched Hashirama, Tobirama, and that kid, Arata, walking toward him, he frowned. He knew Hashirama well—he wasn't the type to betray others, wasn't cruel, and didn't play tricks. So, this had to be something important. But what?

Seeing them approach, he felt confused.

"Izuna, let's go and see what they're up to. Tell our people to stand still and not act rashly. They are to wait for our orders," Madara said, turning to his younger brother.

Izuna nodded and quickly relayed the command to the Uchiha clan members. They all agreed, standing still but remaining on guard—just like the Senju clan was doing on their side.

Madara didn't wait. He jumped from the rocky ledge and walked toward Hashirama. Izuna followed right after.

As the two sides met in the middle, Madara stood tall, wearing his grey samurai armor instead of his usual iconic red one. It was the common armor most people wore at that time.

His gaze sharpened as he looked at Hashirama.

"Hashirama, what do you want? Why are you here?" Madara asked, his voice steady. His Mangekyō Sharingan flickered to life, staring at Hashirama with suspicion.

Hashirama raised his hand slightly. "That's enough, Madara."

Madara didn't say anything, just watched.

"You and I both know… The Senju and Uchiha are the two strongest clans right now. The other clans, seeing us fight, have started fighting among themselves too. Everyone is trying to claim land, fighting over power. But if we end this war… if we stop, the whole world will follow," Hashirama said.

Tobirama, standing next to him, remained quiet, his eyes locked on the Uchiha brothers.

Then, in a move that surprised everyone, Hashirama pulled out his samurai sword—one he had sealed within his arm—and threw it into the ground.

He looked Madara in the eyes with complete sincerity and stretched out his hand.

The Uchiha around them were stunned. They had never seen Hashirama like this before. Yes, he had talked about peace before, but this… this was different.

For a moment, the battlefield was silent.

The two clan leaders locked eyes, their expressions unreadable.

Madara's mind flashed back to the past—those days when he and Hashirama were just two kids meeting at the river, away from war, away from bloodshed. Back then, they had no worries, no hatred, no clans to fight for.

Just two boys, laughing, dreaming of a future where there was no war.