Konoha: The thirty-year-old Uchiha lacks motivation.

Chapter 210 Actors, Please Take Your Seats

At dawn, a figure swiftly traversed the dense forest, stepping on the verdant early spring grounds, and finally landed beside a winding river, bathed in the first rays of sunlight.

"Phew, I really miss those days!"

More than a decade has passed in the blink of an eye. The boy has grown into a young man, but the streams of the Naka River still flow gently, unchanged by the passage of time.

"I didn't expect the Senju clan to have pushed the battle lines this far. It seems my cousin and the others are indeed struggling to hold on."

Uchiha Gin crouched down, splashed some of the icy river water, then looked up at the towering wooden Arhat statue not far away. He sighed inwardly, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

The Naka River is only a dozen kilometers away from the Uchiha clan's territory. The aftershocks of the massive battle between Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju can be clearly heard within the clan's territory. The ordinary clan members living there are worried all day long, while the merchants who lingered in the Uchiha clan's territory have already fled at the first sign of trouble. Now, the entire Uchiha clan's territory is desolate.

"Sigh~ I hope that after this performance, we'll see the gates of Konoha~"

Gin Uchiha stood up, stretched his limbs, and a rare seriousness appeared in his eyes. He clapped his hands together, and a wooden branch separated from his body, landing and turning into a wooden clone.

"Ha~ My true self, I want to play the uncle, can I just go up there and die?"

The wooden clone, forcibly awakened, immediately received the information in its mind. As a tool without any benefits, it expressed reasonable dissatisfaction with the exploitation of the main body and immediately raised its hand to indicate that it would at most accept playing the role of Uchiha Tajima who would die directly.

"No, I'll play Uncle, you play White Hair. I'm afraid you'll get stabbed and immediately dispel your clone."

Uchiha Gin shook his head and made arrangements, as he didn't want his final performance in the Sengoku period to go wrong.

"Heh, clones have no rights, huh?"

The clone scoffed at this explanation, thinking, "What level is he at? How could he make such a basic mistake?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Okay, okay~"

The clone rolled its eyes helplessly, formed a hand seal, and used the Disguise Technique. The wooden clone was completely wrapped in emerald green wooden branches. The next moment, the branches fell off, and a familiar white-haired figure appeared on the spot, staring at the original body with scarlet eyes and a sullen expression.

"Yes, yes, that expression is very lifelike."

Watching the perfect performance of the clone, Uchiha Gin couldn't help but applaud. He then used the same disguise technique to transform into the weathered Uchiha Tajima, his tiger eyes slightly open, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

"Have you memorized the script?"

Uchiha Gin, disguised as the uncle, frowned and asked the reluctant "Senju Tobirama,"

"Don't worry about me handling things; just follow the script."

Faced with matters of great importance, the wooden clone temporarily set aside its dissatisfaction and nodded seriously.

"Alright! Let's go!"

Everything was ready except for the final touch. Uchiha Gin looked at the two giants collapsing simultaneously in the distance and waved his hand.

The show is about to begin!

At the very center of the battlefield between the Uchiha and Senju clans, members of both clans tacitly gave way to their respective clan leaders, clearing the stage for battle. In the vast open space, boulders were crushed into fragments, trees were uprooted, and craters of varying sizes were scattered throughout the area. The dust billowing from the shockwaves reached tens of meters high, and two colossal giants that blotted out the sky were slowly collapsing.

"Hot Mom from Harbin!"

"Motor's going!"

Two sharp figures leaped down from the giant's head. Uchiha Madara waved his fan and charged excitedly toward Senju Hashirama, who was equally fearless, raising his massive, broadsword to meet his former best friend.

"Bang!~~~"

A loud, metallic clang rang out, and another huge wave surged up in the arena, causing the ordinary tribesmen who came to provide support to hesitate.

"Get out of here. This is not a battle you can participate in."

A golden light suddenly flashed before the Senju clan members, and in the blink of an eye, a figure clad in indigo armor blocked their path. Senju Tobirama, who had arrived at the scene using the Flying Thunder God Technique, was slightly out of breath, his hands trembling slightly as he stood still. He turned around, his scarlet eyes filled with a strong sense of intimidation, and spoke to stop his clansmen from making pointless sacrifices.

On the other side, Uchiha Izuna, who arrived late, first glared hatefully at Senju Tobirama, who had fled during their battle, then shouted at his clansmen, whose eyes were red with anger.

"Don't disturb Big Brother's battle!"

Having said that, Uchiha Izuna turned to Senju Tobirama, who was not far away, and said sarcastically,

"You stinking white-haired brat, all your dead-old father taught you was how to run away?"

"Damn it! The Uchiha clan is inherently evil!"

The current Tobirama Senju is far from the composure he will be in the future. Facing his nemesis, he gritted his teeth, drew a long sword with a nick, glanced at his battered sword with some heartache, slightly bent his fingers, and instantly disappeared from the spot.

"Hmph! Trying to tickle me again?"

Seeing his opponent suddenly disappear, Izuna Uchiha, who was very familiar with Tobirama Senju's methods, snorted coldly and activated his Mangekyou Sharingan, scanning his surroundings warily, waiting for his opponent's attack.

Just as Uchiha Izuna was glancing around, Senju Tobirama suddenly appeared under his armpit, hunching over and brandishing a long sword that was crackling with azure chakra. Without hesitation, he thrust the sword into the opening under his armpit.

"Clang!~~"

With a muffled thud, Tobirama Senju, though his senses told him he had hit his target, was still frowning. He could clearly feel the powerful life force emanating from Izuna Uchiha, and the strange force emanating from him made his hand holding the sword ache.

"Hmm~ How many times has this happened? You still don't learn your lesson."

Uchiha Izuna's mocking voice rang in his ears, and Tobirama Senju, startled, immediately used the Flying Thunder God Technique to return to his starting point, his brows furrowed as he looked at his unharmed nemesis.

"Boom~"

The next moment, his brow furrowed with worry, he suddenly heard a mournful cry from the long sword in his hand. Looking down, he saw that the sword, which he had only had for a short time, had split in two, breaking into several pieces before falling to the ground.

"Damn it! If you've got the guts, take off that weird armor of yours."

With gritted teeth, Tobirama Senju tossed aside the remaining hilt of his sword, his crimson eyes blazing with a palpable rage.

Are you sick?

Uchiha Izuna, clad in his anti-armor berserker armor, pursed his lips, pointed to his head, and asked,

"Phew~ I'm determined to invent a divine sword that can pierce through everything, and then I'll turn this turtle into a sieve!"

Rubbing his aching wrists, and looking at the smug Uchiha Izuna, Tobirama Senju, who had suffered defeats for years, secretly vowed to create a weapon that could pierce armor.

"Hey, hey, hey, the real Tobirama Senju is still here! How are we supposed to act?"

On a small hill not far from where the group was fighting, Tobirama Senju, who was lying down, looked at the person kissing his little cousin with a pained expression and helplessly typed a question mark in the chat group in the mental space.

"Tsk! Who would have thought that this kid would actually skip dealing with Tobirama Senju and come to the main battlefield to join in the fun?"

Gin Uchiha was also annoyed by the fact that his underlings and Tobirama Senju were not in the plan. Sure enough, after putting the kid in the Despair set, he got a little cocky.

According to my uncle's information, there are two battlefields today, which are quite far apart. One is the main battlefield between my eldest cousin and Hashirama Senju, and the other is the secondary battlefield between my youngest cousin and Tobirama Senju. Logically speaking, the two should not interfere with each other, but how did they end up together?

It's not really Gin Uchiha's fault for not planning things properly. It's just that Tobirama Senju was completely overwhelmed by Izuna Uchiha's incredibly tough shell on the secondary battlefield. He happened to see his older brother's wooden dummy collapse, and with that on his mind, he rushed to the main battlefield to check the situation. If there weren't any major problems, he would fly back to continue grinding down the turtle shell.

Unexpectedly, despite wearing heavy armor, Uchiha Izuna's speed was not affected at all. He immediately caught a whiff of the scent and rushed back to the main battlefield.

"So what should we do? Finish work and eat boxed lunches today?"

The wood clone scratched its head, a hesitant look on its face. It had finally managed to integrate the soul of the character, preparing to make a good attempt at the Ninja World Oscar, but it had failed before it even got off to a good start. It could only fill its stomach first.

"Don't panic, let me put on a show and fool my little cousin away~"

Having come all this way, he couldn't leave empty-handed. Gintoki Uchiha steeled his resolve, taking two steps in three and rushing toward the main battlefield.

"Hot Mom in Harbin~"

"Motor!"

Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha were unaffected by their younger brothers; they had only each other in their eyes, and their fighting style resembled that of elegant dancers, gracefully twirling in the center of the battlefield.

"Hehehe~ You white-haired rascal, come closer if you dare!"

Imitating Uchiha Gin's Ultraman provocation, Uchiha Izuna, with a wicked and arrogant expression, stretched out a hand and continued to provoke Senju Hashirama, who was gritting his teeth.

"You don't have anything down there, Father. What brings you here?"

Just as he was about to launch a vicious personal attack, Uchiha Izuna had only spoken halfway when he noticed a familiar figure beside him. Looking at the cold-faced Uchiha Tajima, his little cousin's heart tightened, and his tone carried a hint of fear.

"Izuna, what are you doing here? How's the battlefield back?"

Uchiha Tajima frowned, a hint of coldness in his eyes, and looked at his somewhat arrogant youngest son before asking...

"Ahem. Father, I saw that Tobirama Senju ran away, and I was afraid that he would harm my elder brother, so I withdrew from the secondary battlefield."

Faced with his father's questioning, a guilty Uchiha Izuna immediately pinned the blame on the Senju Tobirama, who was standing nearby on high alert.

"Stop making excuses. Go back to the secondary battlefield now. What commander-in-chief can desert his post in the face of battle?"

He continued to coldly reprimand his younger cousin, urging him to hurry up and go to the secondary battlefield to give instructions.

"Tobirama Senju"

"I'm here, what are you worried about?"

Patting his younger cousin on the shoulder, Uchiha Tajima, whose brows suddenly furrowed, subtly rubbed his swollen fingers before continuing,

"Don't worry, as soon as you leave, Tobirama Senju will follow you back."

(End of this chapter)