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Naruto: New Adventures (Web Novel) - Chapter 176 Roots of the Leaf, Part 4

Chapter 176 Roots of the Leaf, Part 4

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Hashirama and Madara moved silently through the quiet village streets under the cover of darkness. It was past midnight, and Konohagakure lay still, the only sounds a distant breeze rustling through the trees and the faint chirping of crickets. The two men approached the Uchiha compound with purpose, their footsteps light yet resolute.

The meeting would take place in an abandoned storage shed on the edge of the compound—a perfect spot for secret gatherings. As they neared the building, Hashirama could see faint flickers of light coming from within, casting shadows against the walls. He and Madara exchanged a glance, and Hashirama nodded, signaling that they would listen before making themselves known.

They crept closer, pressing their backs against the wall just outside the door. Through a small crack in the wood, Hashirama could make out the hushed voices of three men, all wearing the distinctive fan symbol of the Uchiha clan. Hashirama strained to listen, picking up snippets of conversation.

“… tired of bowing to the Senju,” one of them was saying, his voice dripping with bitterness. “This village was supposed to be a partnership, not a Senju dictatorship. Look around you—Hashirama holds all the power while we follow like obedient dogs.”

A second voice spoke, quieter but no less bitter. “Madara may be one of us, but he’s blind to the reality of our situation. He’s become nothing more than Hashirama’s puppet.”

Hashirama felt a pang in his chest at the accusation. He had always hoped that Madara’s presence as co-founder would bridge the lingering distrust between the Uchiha and Senju clans. But it was clear now that old resentments still ran deep, festering beneath the surface.

Madara’s fists clenched, and his expression darkened. He had heard every word, his face a storm of anger and hurt. Hashirama placed a steadying hand on his friend’s shoulder, but Madara shook it off, his jaw tight.

“Let’s go in,” Madara whispered, his voice a low growl. “I won’t stand here and listen to this.”

Before Hashirama could stop him, Madara pushed open the door and strode into the room, his presence like a sudden crack of lightning. The three Uchiha men froze, their eyes widening as they realized who had entered. Hashirama followed, his expression calm but watchful.

“You dare call me a puppet?” Madara’s voice was cold, his Sharingan flaring to life. “You dare accuse me of betraying our clan?”

The men glanced at one another, their faces pale but defiant. The tallest among them, the one who had spoken first, stepped forward, his gaze meeting Madara’s.

“We speak only the truth, Madara,” he said. “You once led us with strength, but now you’re nothing more than a shadow of the man you were. You let the Senju dictate everything, and the Uchiha are left to follow.”

Madara’s chakra flared, his anger barely contained. “The Senju do not dictate anything. This village was built by both clans, as equals.”

The man sneered, shaking his head. “That’s what they want you to believe. But look around you, Madara. The Senju occupy every position of power, while the Uchiha are pushed to the outskirts. We’re nothing more than tools to them.”

Hashirama stepped forward, his tone gentle but firm. “I assure you, no one in this village sees the Uchiha as anything less than equals. Konohagakure was meant to be a place where all shinobi could live as one. Any who serve the village serve its people, not any one clan.”

The Uchiha men exchanged skeptical glances. Finally, the leader of the group scoffed. “Words mean little, Hokage. Actions are what matter. And the actions we see show us that we will always be beneath the Senju.”

Madara’s eyes narrowed. “If you have grievances, then voice them openly. But know this: betrayal will not be tolerated.”

The leader’s expression hardened. “Then perhaps you’ve already made your choice, Madara. You stand with the Senju, against your own clan.”

For a brief, terrible moment, the room fell into silence. Hashirama could feel the tension radiating between the men, as sharp as a drawn blade. He took a step forward, his tone calm but forceful.

“This village was founded on trust,” Hashirama said. “And I will not allow that trust to be eroded. If you have grievances, they will be addressed. But if you continue down this path—if you work against the village—there will be consequences.”

The men shifted uncomfortably, casting uncertain glances at Madara. But their expressions were still defiant, their resentment simmering beneath the surface. Without another word, they turned and left, their footsteps echoing into the night.

Once they were gone, Madara clenched his fists, his face a mask of frustration. Hashirama placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder, his expression understanding.

“I know this isn’t easy, Madara,” Hashirama said quietly. “But we’ll get through this. Together.”

Madara pulled away, his face shadowed. “Will we, Hashirama? No matter what I do, my clan sees me as a traitor. And maybe they’re right. Maybe I have betrayed them by choosing peace over strength.”

Hashirama shook his head. “You chose peace because you believed in a future beyond endless fighting. That doesn’t make you weak, Madara. It makes you strong.”

Madara turned to face him, his eyes dark and searching. “Then why does it feel like I’m losing everything I once stood for? The Uchiha, the clan I was supposed to lead—they see me as a traitor. And the Senju… they will never truly trust us.”

Hashirama felt the weight of Madara’s words, the bitterness and pain woven through them. He realized, perhaps more clearly than ever, that while he and Madara had built this village together, they had very different visions of what it should be.

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The next day, rumors of the confrontation spread quickly through the village, stoking old resentments and stirring unease among the villagers. The tension between the Uchiha and Senju clans, simmering beneath the surface for so long, began to boil over.

Hashirama called another council meeting to address the unrest, hoping to prevent the growing discontent from turning into something worse. But as he looked around the room, he could see that the clan leaders were divided. The Nara, Akimichi, and Yamanaka leaders sided with him, advocating patience and diplomacy. However, several others, including those from smaller clans that had been historically neutral, expressed doubts.

“If the Uchiha cannot be trusted,” said one council member, an elder from a small but respected clan, “then perhaps it is better to act now before their resentment grows.”

Hashirama shook his head firmly. “The Uchiha are part of this village, just like every other clan. I will not allow division to tear us apart.”

Tobirama, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke, his tone measured but sharp. “Brother, perhaps you’re underestimating the risk. If there are members of the Uchiha clan who are unhappy with the current balance of power, they may be tempted to take drastic actions. We need to be prepared.”

Hashirama’s gaze hardened. “I understand your concerns, Tobirama. But if we act on suspicions alone, we only deepen the divide. This village is built on trust, and I refuse to abandon that trust out of fear.”

Madara, who had been silent throughout the meeting, finally spoke, his voice quiet but intense. “If the village cannot accept the Uchiha, then maybe the Uchiha have no place here.”

A shocked silence fell over the room. Hashirama looked at Madara, his heart pounding. “Madara, don’t say that. This village was built by both of us. You belong here as much as I do.”

Madara’s eyes flashed with pain and anger. “Do I, Hashirama? Or am I just a symbol, a reminder of an alliance that was never truly accepted? If my own clan questions me, and the village council suspects me, then what place do I have here?”

Hashirama stood, his voice filled with urgency. “This village needs you, Madara. I need you. You are as much a part of Konohagakure as anyone in this room. And I will do whatever it takes to make sure you feel that.”

But Madara’s expression remained cold, distant. He looked around the room, at the wary faces of the council members, the mistrust in Tobirama’s eyes, and the hesitance on Hashirama’s face.

“Perhaps this village does not need me as much as you think,” Madara murmured, his voice barely audible.

And with that, he turned and left the room, his footsteps echoing like thunder.

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That night, Hashirama couldn’t sleep. He sat alone on the roof of his home, watching the stars above and wondering if he had misjudged everything. The dream of a peaceful village, where all clans could live together, suddenly felt like it was slipping through his fingers.

The following days were marked by tension and uncertainty. Madara became increasingly withdrawn, and whispers of dissatisfaction spread through the village. Hashirama could sense the fear growing among the villagers, their trust in the Hokage beginning to waver.

Hashirama knew that something had to change, that he had to find a way to bridge the gap between the clans. But as he watched Madara retreat further into himself, a terrible realization dawned upon him. This divide wasn’t just about the village—it was about a fundamental difference in belief, a chasm that even their shared history couldn’t bridge.

As dawn broke over the village, Hashirama stood atop the Hokage rock, looking down at Konohagakure with a heavy heart. The dream he had nurtured was slipping away, and he didn’t know how to hold onto it. And somewhere in the village, Madara stood alone, his own heart torn between loyalty to his clan and the friend who had been like a brother to him.

Little did they both know, the decisions they made in the coming days would change not only their lives but the fate of Konohagakure—and the entire shinobi world—forever.

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