SON OF HASIRAMA-SENJU

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"Hmm…" Madara said, thinking deeply. "It's possible, but I'm afraid the people in my clan may not agree."

Hearing this, Arata's grin stopped, and he started thinking seriously.

Then, Hashirama spoke up.

"Madara, I think Arata is right," he said with a confident smile.

Madara raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

"I will try to convince the Senju clan," Hashirama said. "Can you convince your people? Even if not all of them agree, as long as some accept it, that's enough."

Hashirama's voice grew more determined.

"If our clans intermarry, we'll be closely connected. When families are formed, the reason for fighting disappears. Hatred fades when we become family."

He then grinned at Madara. "I will convince my clan members to marry into the Uchiha. If you can do the same, we can truly unite our clans."

Madara remained silent, listening carefully.

Meanwhile, Hashirama felt proud of his son. Arata's idea was simple but effective. If Senju and Uchiha mixed like Senju and Uzumaki had done for generations, their bond would become unbreakable.

For hundreds of years, Senju and Uzumaki intermarried, strengthening both clans. The Senju gained powerful chakra reserves, and the Uzumaki developed incredible sealing techniques. Their bloodlines merged, making them even stronger.

"If it worked for the Uzumaki and Senju," Hashirama thought, "then maybe it can work for Uchiha and Senju too."

Madara turned to his brother, Izuna.

"What do you think?" he asked.

Izuna crossed his arms, thinking for a moment.

"Well, brother… It's worth a try," Izuna admitted. "But whether it succeeds or not depends on our clan. After all, we've been at war for centuries, maybe even thousands of years."

He sighed.

"The Uchiha haven't intermarried with outsiders in a long time. Not since the Fuma clan, and that was ages ago," Izuna said.

Madara nodded. He understood his brother's concerns. Convincing their people wouldn't be easy. But for the first time in a long while… peace didn't seem impossible.

"Yes, then it's worth trying," Izuna said.

He looked at everyone—Tobirama, Arata, Hashirama, and Madara—all watching him closely.

"As I said before," he continued, "some of our Uchiha clan members want peace. They want to live freely without war. So there's a chance they will accept this."

Izuna thought for a moment and nodded to himself. He had heard many Uchiha talk about peace, so he believed it could work.

"Alright then, we have an agreement," Madara said firmly.

He looked at his brother, then at his old friend, Hashirama.

"I will go to my people and tell them that the war between Uchiha and Senju is finally over. We will unite, and we will try intermarriage," Madara said, a rare smile forming on his face.

"Then go, Madara. I will wait here," Hashirama said casually.

Of course, Hashirama had no reason to go with him. Why would he? Even he wasn't stupid enough to walk into the Uchiha clan and start talking about intermarriage. That would be like handing himself over to the Yamanaka clan to check if he had a mental problem.

Madara was about to leave when Arata suddenly spoke up.

"Uncle Madara, should I come with you?" Arata asked. "I mean, I was able to solve the problem here, right? Maybe I can help solve theirs too. You've seen it yourself—I can convince people in my own way."

Madara stopped and turned to look at Arata. After a brief silence, he let out a deep laugh.

"Hahaha! Not bad, kid. You really are your father's son," Madara said, grinning. "Just like Hashirama, you're willing to do anything for peace."

Then he nodded.

"Alright, I promise. Come with me," Madara said. "I'll return to my clan and tell them that the war is over. And if they agree to the Senju-Uchiha intermarriage, we will finally put an end to our past conflicts."

"Thank you, Uncle!" Arata said, smiling as he scratched his head—just like his father always did.

But deep inside, Arata was grinning evilly.

"Nice," he thought. "My plan to marry into the Uchiha clan isn't far away now!"

Meanwhile, in the Uchiha clan…

A group of Uchiha gathered near their camp, whispering among themselves. One of the ninjas, a high-ranking Chunin, frowned.

"What's going on? Why haven't Madara-sama and Izuna-sama come back yet? Weren't they supposed to fight in the war?" he asked.

Another ninja sighed. "Maybe it's for the best if they don't fight," he said. "I've hated this war for a long time."

"We've fought and killed all our lives, but what have we gained?" said a Jonin, his voice bitter. "Our families are torn apart. Our wives and children are separated from us. For what?"

A lower Jonin, a man in his late twenties, clenched his fists. "Yeah… I don't think we need to fight anymore. But we're forced to. Forced to die like pawns. I don't want to do this anymore."

"Hah! Cowards," another Uchiha scoffed. "Do you think we want to fight? No! It's the Senju who started this! If not for them, why would we even go to war?"

A different ninja, a mid-level Jonin, sighed. "I just became a father… My baby was just born. I don't want to die and leave him alone." His Sharingan awakened at that moment, the emotions overwhelming him.

"Me too," another said. "I don't want to fight anymore. I wish for a world without war… Maybe it's just a dream, but if it could become reality, what's wrong with hoping for it?"

Some nodded in agreement. Others scoffed, filled with hatred, wanting revenge against the Senju. Years of war had burned hatred into their hearts, and not everyone could just let go.

But no matter their thoughts, in the end, they all had to obey the clan leader. That was the Uchiha way. If they refused, they would be exiled. Cast out from the clan. And an Uchiha without a clan… was nothing.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed through the camp.

They turned their heads and saw him.

Uchiha Madara,Izuna uchiha and some kid was walking toward them—with a child by his side.

"My people," Madara said, his voice steady. "I have something to announce."

The clan members immediately gathered around. But as they looked at Madara, something shocked them to their core.

Their leader, Uchiha Madara, was looking at them with… friendly eyes.

A chill ran down their spines. Their minds froze.

"Wait… what's happening?"

"Is this the end of the world?"

"Are we all about to die? Is he giving us an emotional farewell speech?"

Their brains refused to process what they were seeing.

Madara Uchiha—who barely showed emotion—was speaking to them in a polite, almost friendly tone.

Madara, noticing their reactions, twitched. He could already tell what they were thinking.

And it annoyed him.