Two months later.
Masahiko sat on the ground, staring at the “food streamer” in front of him.
This is specially made by him; of course, it was for cooking medicine.
Masahiko started this operation after gathering detailed statistics about the Senju clansmen.
There are more than 50 young adults in the Senju Clan that are between 20 and 40. And there are more than 20 people in the 40s to 60s.
Besides, since Konoha was founded, most of them were married within the clan, and the number of couples combined barely passed a hundred, yet it was still considered one of the largest clans.
Of course, it can’t be compared to the Uzumaki. After all, the Uzumaki had a country. But among Konoha, the Uchiha and the Hyuuga are the only ones with a population larger than 1000.
But the problem appears in other age groups.
There are only four people from 16 to 20 in the Senju and only one kid from 10 to 16. Further down, it’s only Itachi!
Masahiko doesn’t know what the normal age distribution is, but this surely abnormal.
In the steaming pot in front of Masahiko, there was a special medicinal soup cooked by him… In fact, he just increased the number of medicinal materials in previous pills he made for Nawaki by five times.
Thanks to their excellent physical strength, Masahiko didn’t have to worry about the overdose’s side effects.
“Tsunade, Kushina, come here to fill the medicine!”
Kushina had already returned from the Uzumaki, and Hiruzen had to grit his teeth, bring back Minato from the battlefield and let him take charge of the Chunin Exam.
The Chunin exam should be taking place now as he’s working on the medicine, but Masahiko didn’t even have time to go and see it.
Now that Masahiko is spending most of his time in this room, he assigned Tsunade and Kushina as his little assistants.
Tsunade and Kushina came in bitterly. The smell of the soup wasn’t really good.
“Okay, this will work, each clansman will drink a bowl, and you have to stare at them as they drink it!”
“Yes, yes.” The two replied helplessly.
After a while, he started to hear complaints.
“It’s the medicinal soup again…”
“Can I skip this one?”
“I want to return to the battlefield…”
Masahiko smiled, “Don’t even think of running.”
Currently, only Nawaki and a few white-haired clansmen went to the Land of Rain battlefield.
“I don’t know if it will be effective this time. It has been the same for two months.
While muttering, someone pushed the door and came in.
“Grandpa, can you take care of little Mashirama, he…”
Masahiko smiled, listening to Aika’s constant complaints.
In the past two months, Mashirama suffered more, he was taken on various blind dates by Aika, and soon he will be the man who went out with every girl in the village.
“Okay, give him one more month. If you still couldn’t find him a woman, then I will talk to him.” Masahiko said.
If this doesn’t work, it will be the old ways of forced marriage.
Aika nodded and left, feeling satisfied.
“He seems unable to choose someone… Why though? Is it a Gene…?”
In a room alone, Masahiko lowered, pondering, but couldn’t think of any reason.
After half a month.
Still the same room, still the same steamer, still the same medicinal materials.
Masahiko has basically been in a state of half abandonment. Two and a half months with no results. It is estimated that it’s really unsolvable.
“What’s this called again? The boom-bust cycle.”
“Is it really a Gene?” Masahiko never believed in this.
“Tsunade, Kushina, help me fill the medicine!”
Tsunade walked in with a bitter face, but Kushina wasn’t by her side.
Masahiko was startled, and Tsunade took the initiative to explain, “It’s the final day, the exam is over, and Minato has just arrived.”
“That’s okay. You fill the medicine. I’ll go to see them.”
“Great Grandpa, you…”
Masahiko ignored her and walked to Kushina’s room, where Minato greeted him.
Masahiko nodded, and smiled, then asked, “How was it? How many kids this year?”
Minato smiled bitterly, “Maito Gai, Kurenai Yuhi, Sarutobi Asuma, Genma Shiranui, Rin…”
Masahiko listened to the names one by one, showing a dumbfounded expression, then he asked, covering his forehead, “He didn’t pass, doesn’t he?”
Minato sighed and nodded helplessly.
Masahiko smiled bitterly and didn’t even want to know what happened; Obito probably did something stupid again.
“Fortunately, Kakashi followed Sakumo to the Uzumaki. Otherwise, he would have got really angry with Obito.”
Masahiko glanced at Minato and was about to ask about Hiruzen’s future arrangement, but someone behind him suddenly reported.
“Elder Masahiko, the Uchiha Patriarch, wants to see you.”
“Kagami?” Masahiko was startled, “I see.”
Masahiko waved his hand, indicating that he wouldn’t disturb their “two-person world,” and walked out. With a few steps, he found Kagami indeed at the door.
“So you’ve also returned from the battlefield. Does Konoha really have such a big advantage?”
Kagami shook his head, “The advantage isn’t big. But Jiraiya has finally recovered, so I managed to come back for a bit of time.”
Masahiko nodded, and he could tell that Kagami was hesitant to say something, “Spill the beans.”
“You have beans there?” Kagami didn’t get it and looked at the steaming pot inside the house curiously.
Masahiko briefly explained, “I’m making some tonic pills.”
“Elder Masahiko, you must take care of your body.”
Masahiko’s face turned black, “I didn’t eat it! Forget it, what’s the matter with you?”
Kagami hesitated, “Is the vision of the Mongekyou Sharingan is really unrecoverable?”
Masahiko was startled and took an in-depth look at Kagami’s eyes, “Didn’t I tell you not to use it much? How much vision did you lose?”
Kagami smiled bitterly, “The Third Tsuchikage’s Dust Release is really hard to resist. I’m no opponent to him without the Susanoo.”
“With such a distance… I can see your face clearly.”
Masahiko couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re still in the mood to make jokes at this time?”
After pondering for a moment, Masahiko shook his head, “As far as I know, the only way to restore your eyesight is to get new ones. I’m sure you’ve seen the stone tablet. You should know what that means.”
Masahiko didn’t tell him that he can transplant Hashirama’s cells. That would make some issues.
“Back then, Uchiha Madara, transplanted his brother’s Mongekyou Sharingan eyes, to have the Eternal.”
Kagami smiled bitterly and fell into silence.
“However, you’re the only one who has awakened the Mongekyou Sharingan in the Uchiha Clan. So you can only use it less, or just stop using it.”
Kagami took a deep breath, “I see…”
Masahiko could tell how disappointed Kagami was, and sighed, “You will pay the price for gaining power. After all, the Mongekyou Sharingan is the cursed eye.”
Speaking of this, Masahiko got suddenly startled.
After taking a deep breath, Masahiko shouted, “It’s a curse!”
“So the Senju…”