Konoha: The thirty-year-old Uchiha is not motivated.

Konoha,

Dark clouds loomed over the village. The once bustling streets were eerily silent. Every household hung a white mourning banner outside their door.

People walking on the street, wearing black plain clothes and holding white flowers, spontaneously walked slowly towards the martyrs' tomb in the corner of the village.

The usually deserted Martyrs' Cemetery was filled with ninjas and villagers who came to see them off. From time to time, there were choked sobs, adding a bit of sadness to the farewell ceremony.
In front of the heavy memorial tablet, Senju Hime, wearing a black kimono, had a tense expression on her face. She held a black-and-white portrait in her hands with black silk gloves. She lowered her head and glanced at her selfie. Her heart was filled with inexplicable strangeness.
I send myself?

"Hijin, the time is almost up."

Just when Qianshou Feizhen didn't know how to complain about today's farce, a gentle and virtuous voice sounded in her ears,

Momoka Senju, who had just presented a bouquet of flowers in front of the memorial stone, led Tsunade, who was secretly wiping her tears, to her side. Her pretty face, which was covered with a black veil, was filled with deep sadness.

"I see."

Senju Feizhen looked around and found that among the people who came, except for his disciple Uchiha Jing, there was no one from the Uchiha clan. He felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
Not seeing that idiot Uchiha Izuna kowtow in front of his grave was the biggest regret of Senju Hime's life.

"Buried."

With a slight nod, the Senju people who were carrying the cloned body of Senju Tobirama separated the crowd and slowly placed the black coffin into the grave that had been dug in advance.

"Ta~"

As the first handful of soil was sprinkled on the coffin engraved with the Senju clan emblem and Konoha's logo, the sad atmosphere in the field instantly reached a climax.
"Wuwuwu Second Grandpa, please don't leave me! I will be obedient and be a good child!"

The young Tsunade finally couldn't hold back the grief in her heart, and she knelt down on the wet grass with a plop. Tears as big as beans fell slowly, splashing ripples of longing on the back of the girl's tender hands.
"Teacher! We are sorry for you!"

The F6 members dressed in black uniforms knelt in unison in front of Senju Tobirama's grave, with regret written all over their faces. If it wasn't for him to cover their family line, the teacher wouldn't have died in a foreign land.

The rest of the clansmen who had followed Senju Tobirama in battle for many years were also in tears, and some even fainted on the spot due to excessive grief.

Qianshou Feizhen, who witnessed this scene, felt mixed emotions. He was also the first person to attend his own funeral.

"Huh? That's..."

While still feeling deeply moved, Qianshou Feizhen suddenly discovered two tall figures standing under a big tree in the corner of the martyrs' cemetery. With her better eyesight, she could tell who they were at a glance.

Did you come after all?
The complex expression on Qianshou Feizhen's face flashed away, but his eyes showed a little more curiosity because of the other two people's unusual outfits.
"Cousin, why did you drag me to attend the funeral of that white-haired guy? My family is waiting for the feast to begin!"

Under a large tree far away from the crowd, Uchiha Izuna looked at the solemn crowd with an inexplicable look in his eyes. He pulled the long scarf around his neck uncomfortably. The exaggerated silver ornaments hanging on the tight black leather jacket made a banging sound due to his large movements.
"And with this attire, are we here to make fun of you?"

Uchiha Gin, who was wearing a similar outfit to Uchiha Izuna, slowly took off the motorcycle helmet on his head. There was an inexplicable holiness in his salty eyes.
"There's still something missing."

He looked up at the dark sky and said something incomprehensible.
"Rumble--"

The next moment, as if God was inspired, after a burst of sharp thunder, a drizzle began to fall.

"Now we are all set."

Uchiha Gin was very satisfied with the wise God. He immediately put the helmet on his waist and gave a look to Uchiha Izuna who looked at him with a painful face.

"Do you really want to do this?"

"It's a rare opportunity to encounter this kind of store. If you miss it, you will never have it again."

As he spoke, Uchiha Gin opened his leather jacket intentionally or unintentionally, revealing the shiny belt around his waist. As he tapped the switch on the side of his waist with his little hand, the round gem in the middle of the belt instantly burst into light like a high beam.
The wattage was so high that I was afraid that people present wouldn’t be able to detect it.

"What is that? It's so blinding!"

"Mom, I see the light!"

Seeing that everyone was attracted by his light, Uchiha Gin showed a smug look on his face. He patted Izuna's shoulder and talked nonsense seriously.

"My little cousin, Kamen Rider is the one who can bring light to mankind in the darkest hour!"

Knowing that he couldn't win over his cousin, Uchiha Izuna had no choice but to compromise. He raised his hand and pulled down his cowboy hat, trying to hide his identity, but he honestly unzipped his leather jacket, revealing the shining high beams on his waist.

"Snapped!"

With a light tap on his waist, the same dazzling light shot out, shining right on the face of Qianshou Feizhen, who was in the crowd with a hateful expression, and his scarlet eyes were instantly blinded.

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

"the vast horizon is my love"

"Why do I shake my head involuntarily to this music?"

After a brief moment of surprise, the crowd that heard the BGM gradually became influenced by the music with a strong sense of rhythm and began to nod and sway their heads.

"Those two bastards!"

His own farewell ceremony was turned into a large-scale disco at the grave by Uchiha Gin and the other two. Senju Hime really wanted to throw his own photo in their faces.
"Cousin, you got the poet's grip!?"

Izuna, who was posing in a clumsy imitation of Uchiha Gin, was shocked by the background music of her belt. She noticed the unfriendly looks from the Senju people around her and immediately turned around to ask the main culprit of this incident,
"Huh? Where are the people?"

The result made him feel disappointed. Uchiha Gin, who was riding a motorcycle, had already left the crowd behind and disappeared in the rain. Even his exhaust could not be seen.

"I haven't even gotten in the car yet!"

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

Is there any emotion more fragile than brotherhood?
"This! Mr.! Uchiha!"

Just as he was feeling sad, a ghostly voice sounded beside Izumi's ears. The familiar breath instantly triggered his conditioned reflex, and he covered his waist tightly with both hands.
"Stop taking my kidneys!"

Only after he saw who was coming did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Huh, so you are as sinister as your father."

"Since you're here, why don't you kowtow?"

Senju Hime glared fiercely at the running curly-haired man, and her beautiful eyes fell on Uchiha Izuna, who was avoiding her gaze.
"I came in a hurry and didn't even bring a bouquet of flowers. I will make up for it next time."

He turned off the switch at his waist without leaving any trace, and the grave returned to its previous solemnity. Uchiha Izuna shook his head with pretended regret, saying that he had the will but not the ability.

"It's okay, chrysanthemums are also flowers." Senju Hime suddenly raised her hand and pressed it on Uchiha Izuna's shoulder.
"Don't!"

A blue light flashed by, and before the panic on Izuna's face could be seen, the two figures landed in front of Senju Tobirama's tomb.

"Puff~"

Under Senju Hime's deliberate adjustment, Izuna, who was riding the Flying Thunder God, had stars all over her head and almost couldn't stand still. She sat down in front of Senju Tobirama's grave and offered her old chrysanthemum.

"It's the Second Clan Leader's Flying Thunder God Technique. She is indeed Tobirama-sama's biological daughter."

After showing off his skills a little, the Senju people who were originally skeptical about Senju Feizhen's identity were instantly convinced.
The Flying Thunder God Technique of Senju Tobirama is unique in the ninja world. Unless he teaches it to others with all his knowledge, it is basically impossible for anyone to master it.

"Yes, you are stronger than your father to be able to practice the Flying Thunder God Technique to this level at this age."

In order to avoid making things look too bad, Uchiha Izuna immediately acted like an elder and looked at Senju Hime with a look of satisfaction.

"Have you finished your nice words? It's time to kowtow."

In order to avenge the other party's prank, Senju Feizhen was determined to make Uchiha Izuna kowtow to him.
"Hijin, don't be silly. Mr. Izuna was your father's good friend. He may have done this to make the rain less sad."

At this time, a gentle hand as soft as jade reached out to the aggressive Senju Feizhen, and Senju Momoka, with a sad face, smiled apologetically at Izuna.
"Who and he is."

Senju Hime blushed on the spot. He actually said that she was Uchiha Izuna's good friend. This kind of extreme insult is extremely rare in the entire ninja world.

"Okay, be obedient,"

Senju Momoka raised her hand and pressed it on the head of the jumping Senju Feizhen. The majesty of the elder sister-in-law instantly overflowed, successfully intimidating her niece who appeared halfway.
"Mr. Izuna, since you are here, please burn some incense."

Turning her head, she took out three incense sticks from the crying Tsunade and handed them to Uchiha Izuna who had a puzzled expression.
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"Ok."

Finally, Uchiha Izuna, who had been silent for a long time, took the three incense sticks that had not yet been lit, raised his hand and made a tiger seal, and the burning fire attribute chakra rose out of thin air, igniting the top of the incense, and a few green smoke floated.
"call"

Seeing this scene, Senju Momoka heaved a sigh of relief. With one of the two pillars of the Senju clan dead and one missing, the clan was at its most vulnerable. At this critical juncture, they must not make enemies with the Uchiha clan, which was at its peak.
Moreover, the relationship between the two families was not as rigid as Qianshou Feizhen thought when she just returned to the village. On the contrary, the top leaders communicated frequently and they were only one step away from becoming a family.

Turning her head to look at the gloomy face of Senju Feizhen, Senju Taohua nodded secretly.
After returning home, I must give this eldest niece some tutoring, and let her visit Yin Sang's house more often when she is free, and get close to the little aunt who has kept her name secret.
By the way, I can get some New Year's money to supplement the family income.

"White hair."

Crouching in front of the tomb of Senju Tobirama, Uchiha Izuna, holding three incense sticks, suddenly felt dazed. It seemed as if he had returned to many years ago. In his vision, there were two young men standing on the stream with swords drawn.

"Senju Tobirama!"

"Uchiha Izuna!"

“Bang!——”

Today, the water of Nanhe River is still flowing slowly, and has not stopped because of the ravages of time, but of the two children who confronted each other with knives, only one is left.
An inexplicable feeling of emptiness instantly filled Izunai's heart, bending his upright back into a decadent arc. The contemptuous look in his eyes gradually faded, and a bit of vicissitudes and loneliness that only belong to the elderly appeared.
"I haven't settled the score with you yet."

Gently shaking his head, Uchiha Izuna, who was hunched over, slowly inserted three half-burned incense sticks into the grave of his former enemy without saying anything more.
The Thousand Hands people around him could clearly sense his sorrow and they made way for him, watching the lonely figure disappear in the rain.

Senju Hime stared at Izuna's back as she left, she had never expected that her old enemy, whom she had bullied for many years, would reveal his true feelings in front of her grave. The undisguised sympathy made her feel a little more inexplicable.

If it were not for the hatred brought about by the war, they might have been childhood friends fishing and playing together by the Nanhe River, encouraging each other's growth, and eventually becoming friends in life and death fighting side by side.

"Fei Zhen, Fei Zhen!"

Senju Momoka's voice interrupted Senju Feizhen's thoughts. She turned her head and looked at the paved grave. She knew what she should do.
The white-haired girl holding her own portrait took a step forward and bowed deeply to the remains of her clone. The dark crowd behind her also bent their waists.

"Lord Izuna."

At the grave, as a sensitive Uchiha, Jingzi could understand the loneliness of Uchiha Izuna when he left. That lion-like man might sink into despair after losing his rival.

"Hiruzen, are you ready?"

"Mirror, what are you talking about?"

Sarutobi Hiruzen knelt in front of his teacher's grave and confessed. He could hear the hidden meaning of his friend's words.

"The Hokage is still alive and dead, and the Kagesuke is in his prime. What qualifications do I have? Are you ready to take over?"

"In this matter, our words have no say."

Jingzi took a deep look at Sarutobi Hiruzen, and then glanced at the ninjas who came to pay their respects. Looking at the familiar faces, a wry smile appeared on 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' Tomb,

Izunai walked out slowly and saw Uchiha Gin who had abandoned her. He was leaning against the motorcycle leisurely, with a lollipop of unknown flavor hanging in his mouth, eating it with a smacking sound.

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

"I'm giving you a chance to say goodbye. You're welcome."

Looking at his little cousin who looked indignant, Uchiha Gin sucked on a strawberry-flavored lollipop with an expression that showed he was thinking about you.

"I don't have the heart to send that damn white hair away."

Uchiha's unique tsundere was fully displayed at this moment. Even though he could see deep sadness in his little cousin's eyes, it did not affect his stubbornness.

"Okay, now that we've finished attending the memorial service, it's time to go back and have dinner."

If you’re any later, you won’t be able to have the eight-treasure rice pudding served.

Due to the recent ban on motorcycles issued by Konoha Street, Uchiha Gin, who wanted to show off, had to push his cool motorcycle and walk back to the tribe with Izuna, who looked worried.
"Cousin, I don't want to be Hokage anymore."

Suddenly, Izuna, who was walking behind, said something that surprised Uchiha Gin, and he dropped the lollipop in his mouth.
"Hey are you okay?"

Retaining the throne of Hokage was a hard target set by Uchiha Madara when he was still alive.
The fact that the young cousin who was highly expected was designated as the next successor was already a secret known to everyone in Konoha.

"If I can't boss that white-haired guy around, then what's the point of me being the Hokage?" (End of this chapter)