Madara and Izuna stared at Su Xiuyu in confusion.
"What do you mean by genetic defect?" Madara asked, his brows furrowed.
At this point in time, Madara had yet to delve into the study of human genetics, so the term was unfamiliar to him. He struggled to grasp its meaning.
Su Xiuyu patiently explained, "It's different from blood-inherited diseases like the Shikotsumyaku. When someone awakens the Shikotsumyaku, they become extremely prone to developing blood-related illnesses."
Madara's eyes narrowed.
"You know about the blood disease linked to the Shikotsumyaku?" he asked sharply. "Xiuyu, I'm starting to seriously suspect you're hiding far too many secrets."
It was rare for Madara to probe into Su Xiuyu's affairs. Usually, he respected his friend's privacy. But today, Su Xiuyu had revealed one shocking truth after another. Even someone as knowledgeable and cunning as Madara felt overwhelmed.
Su Xiuyu internally sighed, realizing he had probably revealed too much from his God's perspective. Still, the real secrets remained buried—these were merely surface-level revelations.
He chuckled lightly.
"I just know a little more than you," he said casually.
Madara snorted in disbelief, his eyes narrowing with mock disdain.
"A little more?" he repeated, clearly unimpressed. "Xiuyu, do you take me for an idiot? What do you think I am—Hashirama?"
Su Xiuyu chuckled softly.
"That's not important," he replied with a smirk.
He quickly shifted the conversation back to the topic at hand.
"The Uchiha bloodline has gradually weakened over the generations. The power inherited from the Sage of Six Paths has thinned, leading to genetic defects."
Su Xiuyu's gaze sharpened.
"When you transplanted Izuna's eyes, it's very likely that the genetic defects were corrected. That's why your Mangekyō Sharingan evolved again—becoming the flawless Eternal Mangekyō."
Madara's eyes narrowed slightly, absorbing the information.
"Between blood relatives, the shared lineage makes transplants more effective," Su Xiuyu continued. "That's why brothers and fathers are the most suitable candidates for Sharingan transplants—it offers the highest compatibility and efficiency."
His expression darkened slightly.
"Which brings us to another problem."
He looked at Madara and Izuna with a serious expression.
"You two must strictly keep the Mangekyō Sharingan and the existence of the Eternal Mangekyō a secret. If word gets out, it could lead to tragedies within the Uchiha clan. Brothers turning against each other. Fathers and sons slaughtering one another."
Su Xiuyu's voice turned grim.
"After all," he said softly, "the human heart is weak in the face of power and the temptation of immortality."
Madara and Izuna both nodded solemnly. They understood the gravity of the situation.
---
Su Xiuyu's gaze sharpened further.
"You need to understand," he said slowly, "the Ninja World is not the only world. The Sage of Six Paths himself wasn't even a native of this world."
Izuna's eyes widened slightly.
"What...?" he muttered in disbelief.
Madara's sharp eyes narrowed, carefully observing Su Xiuyu's expression.
"This world is far more vast than you think," Su Xiuyu explained. "Just like the Hagoromo Clan, which was wiped out by aliens."
His voice was calm, but the weight of his words lingered in the air.
"I can't prove it yet," he admitted. "But I swear—I'm not making this up."
He paused for a moment, allowing the revelation to settle in. Then, he smiled faintly.
"Which is why I say," he continued, "if Konoha's leadership is so fixated on their petty politics, let them have it. Let them play their power games. If they want to stay locked in a tiny village, let them. They're just frogs at the bottom of a well, unable to see the vastness of the sky."
Madara's lips slowly curled into a smirk.
Su Xiuyu's eyes gleamed with excitement.
"There's a whole world out there," he declared. "And I have many grander adventures waiting for the Uchiha. Let's ride the waves of destiny together!"
---
There was a reason Su Xiuyu was subtly pushing Madara and Izuna to abandon the small-scale struggles of Konoha.
In the corner of his vision, a system prompt flashed on the silent panel.
> System: Character: Su Xiuyu
Race: Otsutsuki bloodline (Lv.2+)
Immortal Body: (Lv.7+)
Sharingan: Eternal Mangekyō
Height: 189 cm
Chakra: 260(+)
Ninjutsu: (omitted)
Sealing Technique: Lv.5
Friendly reminder: The New World Space Door is open. You can begin exploring.
That's right—the system panel had finally activated again, notifying him that the portal to a new world was now open.
And with the Uchiha clan in a politically awkward position, this new world was the perfect opportunity. If they explored it together, Madara and Izuna would abandon their obsession with Konoha without regret.
After all, no matter how prosperous Konoha became, it would always be just a village. But a new world? That was limitless.
---
Su Xiuyu's eyes gleamed with conviction.
"Madara. Izuna." His voice was calm but firm. "I have access to a new world. Let's conquer it together."
Madara and Izuna, who had been enduring Su Xiuyu's constant revelations, finally froze.
"A new world?" Madara repeated, disbelief flashing in his eyes.
Izuna's jaw dropped slightly.
"Xiuyu... you're not joking, are you?" he asked cautiously. "An entire world? Even if it already has a dominant civilization, the benefits would be immeasurable."
Su Xiuyu's eyes narrowed. His tone was sharp and serious.
"I wouldn't joke about something like this," he said firmly. "Not with you."
For a moment, the three of them stared at each other. Then, slowly, their lips curled into wild, eager smiles.
Madara chuckled softly.
"In that case," he said with a smirk, "forget the fight for Konoha. It's meaningless. Let Hashirama play leader while we go conquer something far greater."
---
In the Uchiha compound, the clan members gathered for an emergency meeting.
Most of them were under the impression that the village was nearing completion and that peace was finally within reach. Yet, suddenly, the Uchiha found themselves in a leadership conflict with the Senju.
"Why did the Patriarch call this meeting?" someone asked.
"Maybe it's about the leadership battle?" another guessed.
"Yeah! The Senju are practically roasting us over the fire!"
Tension filled the air. Despite their power, the Uchiha were hesitant to wage another war. Peace had been hard-won, and even the proud Uchiha were reluctant to throw it away.
Madara, Su Xiuyu, and Izuna arrived, their expressions calm and composed.
"Quiet," Madara commanded. His voice silenced the entire hall.
"I know you're all concerned," he began, his voice steady and authoritative. "And I'm here to give you answers."
The clan members fell silent, waiting anxiously.
"I've decided," Madara declared, "that the Uchiha clan will abandon the fight for Konoha's leadership. We will no longer actively involve ourselves in the village's politics. From now on, we will only maintain external influence—nothing more."
The crowd erupted in shocked whispers.
"But why?!" someone protested.
Madara's sharp eyes scanned the room.
"Because," he declared firmly, "we have something far greater awaiting us. Su Xiuyu has shown me the future—and it lies beyond this small world."
The crowd stilled, their eyes widening.
"The sea of stars," Su Xiuyu declared with a smile. "That is our true destiny."
-----
Hashirama sat across from Tobirama, shaking his head with a helpless sigh.
"Tobirama, do you really want to force the Uchiha and Uzumaki clans into obscurity in the village?" he asked, his voice filled with disappointment.
Tobirama scoffed coldly.
"Hmph! The Uchiha clan has two ninja gods in its ranks. Do you honestly believe they could ever be ignored?" he retorted. "And the Uzumaki clan? They could have chosen anyone to align with, but they had to follow Uchiha Xiuyu. I'm not specifically targeting the Uzumaki, you know. In fact, considering they were once our allies, I'll still treat them fairly."
Hashirama let out a frustrated sigh.
"Why go this far?" he asked wearily. "Just for the village leader position?"
He genuinely didn't care for political power or titles. The mere thought of it driving a wedge between Madara and himself pained him.
Tobirama's eyes hardened.
"This isn't about what you want, big brother," he said sharply. "It's about what the Senju, Yamanaka, Nara, Akimichi, Shimura, and Sarutobi clans want. Even if we held an open vote, the Uchiha would never win. They would never be trusted with leadership."
He leaned back slightly, folding his arms.
"My original plan was to hold a vote and force Madara to step down. But surprisingly, he simply gave up on the election."
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Tobirama's lips.
"Well, that saved me the trouble," he added smugly.
Hashirama abruptly stood, slamming his hands on the table.
"I'm going to find Madara," he declared. "Don't interfere, Tobirama."
Tobirama's expression remained cold and unmoved.
"It's pointless," he said flatly. "The Uchiha have already reached a consensus. Madara won't change his mind. Not even for you."
---
Uchiha Clan Compound
At the Uchiha compound, two clan members blocked Hashirama's path.
"Hashirama," one of them greeted curtly. "This is the Uchiha clan's land. What brings you here?"
Their tone was neither hostile nor welcoming—it was indifferent. Although they didn't outright forbid him from entering, it was clear the Uchiha were no longer fond of the Senju. If Hashirama wasn't as powerful as Madara, they likely wouldn't have given him the time of day.
"I'm here to see Madara. Please take me to him," Hashirama requested, lowering his head slightly in a gesture of respect.
The two Uchiha exchanged glances. It was difficult to refuse him when he was this humble.
"Fine," one of them finally relented. "We'll lead you to the clan leader's residence. Wait here—we'll inform him first."
"Thank you," Hashirama replied sincerely, following them.
---
Inside the Uchiha Residence
When Hashirama finally saw Madara, he was surprised by the casual scene before him.
Madara, Su Xiuyu, Izuna, and a maid were leisurely eating dinner together. The atmosphere was calm and relaxed.
"Oh? Hashirama?" Su Xiuyu greeted with a faint smile. "Have you eaten? If not, join us. There's plenty of food."
Seeing Hashirama hesitate awkwardly, Su Xiuyu gestured to an empty seat.
Feeling slightly relieved by the friendly invitation, Hashirama was about to sit down—only for Madara to speak, his voice cold and cutting.
"Hashirama must be busy handling Konoha's government affairs," he said dryly. "How could he possibly have time for dinner?"
Izuna sneered slightly, adding fuel to the fire.
"Yes," he agreed mockingly. "Lord Hashirama is probably far too busy to waste time with us Uchiha."
Hashirama froze, caught between sitting and standing. His face stiffened with embarrassment. Not knowing where to place himself, he awkwardly squatted in the corner of the room, looking like a scolded child.
After a long, tense silence, Su Xiuyu let out an exasperated sigh.
"Enough already," he muttered, pulling Hashirama back to the table. "Come on, let's eat."
---
As they ate, Hashirama suddenly winced, his face turning red from the spicy broth.
"Ugh! This is way too spicy!" he gasped, reaching for water. "What kind of hot pot is this, Xiuyu? It doesn't taste like sukiyaki at all!"
Su Xiuyu grinned mischievously.
"That's because it's not," he explained. "This is oriental hot pot—the predecessor of sukiyaki. You're tasting the authentic, original flavor."
Hashirama's face was flushed, both from the heat and the spice.
"Unique, huh?" he panted. "You know… this would be even better if we gambled afterward."
His eyes lit up at the thought of indulging in his favorite pastime.
Unfortunately, none of his companions were interested. Even Su Xiuyu, the one who had originally taught him poker, had no interest in playing cards.
---
As they ate, Su Xiuyu noticed Hashirama fidgeting uncomfortably, clearly holding back words.
He set his chopsticks down and sighed softly.
"Hashirama," he said calmly, "you don't have to say it—I already know why you're here."
Hashirama's eyes widened slightly, but Su Xiuyu pressed on.
"The Uchiha have already given up on fighting for Konoha's leadership," he stated firmly. "We won't make things difficult for you."
Madara's voice was low and calm, but the bitterness in his eyes was unmistakable.
"It's not like I hold a grudge," he muttered. "I know this wasn't your doing. It was obviously Tobirama's scheme. But make no mistake—if this had been done in secret instead of openly, I would have gone straight to Tobirama's house and killed him myself."
His eyes narrowed darkly, the Mangekyō Sharingan flashing faintly.
"Madara..." Hashirama's voice was barely a whisper, heavy with guilt.
Although Hashirama never cared for politics, he was still the figurehead of the village. In the end, he became Hokage due to political compromise—a title he never sought, but could not refuse.
---
Madara's tone remained cold and distant.
"Even though the Uchiha withdrew from the election, let's be honest—Konoha will never truly trust us," he said bluntly.
His eyes narrowed.
"Don't ask us for help in village affairs anymore. We're done with that," he declared.
Before Hashirama could respond, Su Xiuyu added calmly, "The Uzumaki clan will still provide a barrier to protect Konoha, but that's the extent of our involvement."
His words were direct and irrefutable, leaving Hashirama no room for argument.
After the meal, Hashirama left quietly, his heart heavy. He knew this incident wouldn't shatter his bond with Madara or Su Xiuyu, but their different positions had created a permanent rift.
---
The Village Celebrates
After the Uchiha officially gave up their claim for leadership, Konoha quickly elected Hashirama Senju as the First Hokage.
The village was filled with celebration—lights, decorations, and music—but the Uchiha and Uzumaki clans remained eerily silent.
The next day, during the Hokage cliff carving, Su Xiuyu made a surprising suggestion.
"Let me handle it," he offered. "I can finish this in an instant."
"EarthBending!"
With a wave of his hand, the cliff face began to shift and shape. Within moments, a lifelike stone carving of Hashirama's face emerged. Su Xiuyu even reinforced the stone, ensuring its durability.
It was a small but enduring symbol of his friendship with Hashirama.
Soon after, Su Xiuyu, Madara, Izuna, Uzumaki Mito, Asaoka, and others gathered at the Uchiha compound, ready for their journey.
"Is everyone ready?" Su Xiuyu asked, his voice calm but firm.
Everyone nodded, barely able to contain their excitement.
"Then let's go!"
The room flashed—and they vanished into the new world.
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