On January 1st of Konoha 55th year, in the early morning, the Uzumaki Cemetery.
Masahiko sat next to his tomb, watching the Uzumaki Clansmen come and go, paying homage to the ancestors who passed away.
Every year on the morning of January 1st, the Uzumaki holds a large-scale ancestor worship event. This is the first time Masahiko has participated because he really has no ancestor to worship…
Among the Uzumaki clansmen buried in this cemetery, the oldest is Kenichiro’s grandfather. He was the same generation as Masahiko, and everyone else is his descendants. Therefore, Masahiko is only here to pay homage to his nephew and three disciples… oh, and himself.
“Old Ancestor Uzumaki Masahiko, bless me in the next year to be much more fortunate.” Masahiko half kneeled in front of his tomb.
“Grandpa, what are you doing?” Kushina’s angry voice came from behind him.
Masahiko turned his head and said, “Aren’t you coming to worship? It’s very spiritual.”
“Then I might as well worship you directly. What is the use of worshiping an empty tomb.” Kushina was helpless.
“That would be more spiritual.” Masahiko smiled and stood up.
Looking up at Minato, who was directing Naruto to worship Nanako, and then at Nagato and Konan in front of Yuriko’s tomb, Masahiko’s gaze was finally fixed on the three innocent-looking children in front of Kenichiro’s tomb.
No one loves Kenichiro, a single dog through and through. Dai and Gain, who are his only acquaintances, are still in Konoha; thus, Masahiko forced the three kids, Kimimaro, Haku, and Karin, to worship his tomb so he doesn’t feel left out.
“What a good Sensei you have, Kenichiro!” Masahiko shook his head and laughed, “You will not have to worry about no one coming to visit you in the future. Tell me, where can you find a better Sensei?”
As time passed, the worship event came to an end, and everyone came to Masahiko.
“Masahiko’s gaze swept over everyone and smiled, “A long-awaited reunion. Let’s go to Ichiraku Ramen to help Sara prepare the dinner.”
At the same time, Konoha.
The Senju and the Uchiha each prepared a small group of people who were hurriedly leaving Konoha. The ninjas chosen in these two groups were truly high-level Jonin from both clans.
The Senju was led by Nawaki, and beside him, Michiyama and Itachi, followed by three Jonin from the Senju Clan.
The Uchiha clan’s camp was stronger. Kagami personally led the team, followed by Fugaku and his eldest son, as well as Obito, Shisui, and two elders from the Uchiha Clan.
The two teams walked out of Konoha almost at the same time and went all the way to the west. People who didn’t know what’s happening thought they were looking for a place to fight.
However, it wasn’t the case. Since it was the New Year, the two clans were also going to worship their ancestors…
Since the establishment of Konoha, the dead and old people of the Senju and Uchiha have been buried in Konoha’s Hero Tomb, while those ancestors from the Warring States Period have been left in the ancestral land of the two races.
At this time of year, the patriarchs of the two tribes lead a team to worship them. Of course, the number of people in the worship team doesn’t need to be too big. It’s just a small number of elites from each clan.
Two kilometers west of Konoha, Senju’s team turned to the north, while the Uchiha’s team turned to the south, each rushing to the ancestral land of each clan.
As the distance between the two races widened, Obito secretly breathes a sigh of relief; he couldn’t bear the heavy pressure.
He looked at the patriarch of the Uchiha, Kagami, who led the way, then whispered to Shisui to his side, “Brother, what does the ancestral land of our Uchiha clan looks like?”
As an orphan of the Uchiha Clan, the laughing stock of his class, this was the first time Obito had the honor to join this team.
“Except for the graves of the ancestors, there’s nothing else,” Shisui responded in a light tone.
“That’s it?” Obito looked a bit disappointed.
“Uchiha Obito, remember to be more serious when paying homage to the ancestors.” One of the elders reminded.
Obito looked at him helplessly. The old stubbornness in the clan always had trouble with him… But he quickly adjusted his posture and became solemn: “Yes!”
A few minutes later, the group came to the Uchiha’s ancestors’ land, but Kagami stopped abruptly, frowning while looking around.
The two elders also frowned, “Patriarch….”
Kagami interrupted and nodded. He naturally noticed that the two clansmen who were supposed to guard the ancestral land had disappeared. The two knew that Kagami would lead a team here today to worship the ancestors, but they haven’t yet appeared in front of everyone, indicating that something has happened.
“Obito, use your space Ninjutsu to investigate… huh?” Kagami stopped halfway.
A person suddenly walked out slowly from the Uchiha’s ancestral land: “I’ve been waiting all morning. So you’re finally here? I didn’t think that the younger generation will dare to let their ancestors waiting.
The two elders were taken aback for a moment, then with a look of horror, one of them said, “Patriarch, this is….”
Obito was confused and looked at Shisui, “Who is it?”
Fugaku turned sideways slightly and spread one hand in front of his eldest son behind him, “You can’t stay here. Quickly return to Konoha and ask for help.”
Kagami looked solemn, “It’s been a long time, Uchiha Madara… Sama.”
Madara was startled, frowning and looking at Kagami, “Is this Uchiha Kagami from Izumi’s family? You’ve aged well.”
“You haven’t aged at all. This should be Tobirama Sensei’s forbidden technique—Edo Tensei, who is the performer?” Kagami took two steps forward, leaving everyone behind him.
Madara took off the Gunbai behind him and leaned on it while sticking it on the ground, “Don’t be so nervous. I’m just here to pay homage to the ancestors and take a look at the Uchiha’s younger generation.”
Kagami closed his eyes slightly, “So the operator isn’t here? Then he should be on the Senju’s side.”
“Smart kid.” Madara looked calm and didn’t deny it.
During this short conversation, Obito and Shisui could figure out the identity of the person in front of them.
“Oh old ancestor save us, oh old ancestor has mercy upon us, oh old ancestor bless us.” Obito prayed.
“Oh?” Madara’s eyes were cast on Obito’s body. For some reason, the more he looked at him, the more unhappy he became, “The aura of that old man….”
Suddenly there was a bang in the distance that attracted everyone’s attention.
“Has it started?” Madara looked calm.
“Patriarch, what shall we do?” One of the elders said.
Kagami took a deep breath: “The conflicts with the Senju are all infighting. When we encounter foreign enemies, we must advance and retreat together. Get ready to fight!”
Madara looked surprised, “You said, I’m a… foreign enemy?”
Kagami stared at him coldly, “Since the day you decided to betray Konoha, you have been a foreign enemy!”
Madara looked at everyone and felt that they shared the same thought and couldn’t help but laugh. Susano’s coat slowly rose up as he said: “I never thought that someday the Uchiha will be this docile….”
Kagami shook his head and raised his voice, “This is not meekness. This is longing for peace and stability. Sishui, do it!”
Sishui’s Mongekyou Sharingan spun widely, facing Madara’s eyes: “Kotoamatsukami!”