Chapter 395: Moegi
Noon.
It was nearing August, and the air was still as restlessly hot as ever.
In front of Masahiko, the three boys had finished explaining their idea, and their foreheads were already sweating.
However, not only was Masahiko's body cool, but his heart was also cold.
"In the end... this is the only solution you could come up with?"
The three exchanged blank looks, and Itachi asked softly, "Great Ancestor, is there a problem?"
Masahiko almost burst out laughing. Was there a problem? He had said that even Great Ancestor couldn't solve it, so what kind of solution could these kids have...
Coming up with nothing but rotten ideas; it was obvious they hadn't studied the Thirty-Six Stratagems well.
"No, you're taking things too much for granted. If you really do this, Great Ancestor will have to prepare to quell a rebellion with force. It's a hot day, go back and take a bath to cool off, calm down, and think if there is any other way."
Shisui was still unwilling to give up, "Senior, where does the problem lie?"
Masahiko pondered for a moment, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Don't ask me, go back and ask Kagami!"
Seeing that the three still looked like they wanted to say something but held back, Masahiko raised his hand, pretending to form hand seals. "Still not giving up? Then let Great Ancestor help you relieve the summer heat!"
As soon as his voice fell, the three disappeared one after another.
Looking up, Masahiko sighed softly, "Three geniuses, Shisui's Body Flicker speed is almost catching up to Minato's."
Pausing for a moment, Masahiko shook his head and laughed, "However, Great Ancestor is still the fastest. It doesn't hurt to let you run for half a minute first."
Flickering and disappearing, Masahiko's figure appeared behind the three sprinting boys, his hands turning into a blur. "Water Release: Great Waterfall Jutsu!"
There was clearly no water around, but after Masahiko finished his hand seals, a water curtain hundreds of meters high appeared out of thin air, sweeping across the world and diving towards the three boys ahead.
"Wood Release: Great Forest Jutsu!" Itachi still couldn't use the Deep Forest Emergence, so he could only use a weakened version. Planting many trees to contain the water flow...
"Fire Release: Great Dragon Fire Jutsu!"
"Susanoo!"
Masahiko's figure flickered again, smashing a Soccer Truth-Seeking Orb against Shisui's Susanoo before finally distancing himself.
A moment later, the three boys, having taken a cold bath, exchanged helpless glances. Looking at the several Anbu rushing over from the direction of Konoha, Itachi murmured softly, "Was our idea really that bad?"
Shisui and Kazuki exchanged glances. "Otherwise... should we try it?"
...
Meanwhile, Masahiko had smoothly slipped into Konoha and headed toward the Senju clan compound.
Because he didn't want to interfere in the dispute between the Senju and the Uchiha, he hadn't visited the Senju clan compound for some time, otherwise he wouldn't have been completely unaware of the news that three Senju Jonin had died in battle.
Of course, this was probably also related to the time he was injured and rested for over half a month.
Having not visited for nearly a year, the Senju clansmen were still very enthusiastic toward him. Masahiko greeted them all the way to the Clan Head's Hall.
"Great-great-grandfather, what brings you here?" Nawaki came out to welcome him.
Masahiko was startled. "Nawaki, you've matured quite a bit, haven't you? Even added two wrinkles to your face?"
Nawaki scratched his head and smiled. "After all, unlike you, I am already 36 years old."
Masahiko chuckled softly. His status panel age was also 36, but Great Ancestor just looked young, appearing even younger than Nawaki.
Taking a few steps into the Clan Head's Hall, Masahiko's expression became serious. "In the battle at the beginning of the year, three Senju clansmen died. Why didn't you tell me?"
Nawaki was taken aback, his smile gradually disappearing. "We wanted to notify you back then, but the Land of Whirlpools said you were also injured. Later, after they were buried, we didn't bother you anymore."
Masahiko glared. "What are you talking about! In the future, for such matters, promptly... forget it, it's best if there are no more such matters in the future. Who were the three that died in battle?"
Nawaki sighed and slowly began to explain to Masahiko.
The Senju were very particular about selecting people for ancestral worship, the three people representing three different generations.
The oldest was named Sanshin Senju, who was nearing sixty, one of the few remaining ninjas in the Senju clan from the generation of Nawaki's uncles. Masahiko didn't have a deep impression of him and hadn't interacted much.
The one from the same generation as Nawaki was named Tsuruichi Senju, 39 years old. Masahiko had a deeper impression of him. Back when he was treating the Senju clan for infertility, he had forced him to drink medicine quite a bit.
Nawaki added from the side, "The year after you cast the jutsu on us, he had a son. His talent is not bad; before turning ten, he was already a member of the graduating class at the Ninja Academy."
"Is that so?" Masahiko murmured. "Nurture him well. What about the other one?"
Nawaki hesitated for a moment and let out a long sigh. "The other one you should have a relatively deep impression of, Kazematsuri Senju, 22 years old."
"22?" Masahiko was startled, then nodded heavily. "I know who that is."
Back when he discovered the age gap in the Senju clan, aside from Itachi who was under three, the second youngest was the 12-year-old Kazematsuri Senju.
Masahiko remembered him as a rather lively and mischievous boy. Because he was young, he didn't have to drink the medicine Masahiko brewed, and he even took some schadenfreude in watching his older brothers and uncles pinch their noses and drink the medicine.
"An elite Jonin at 22, his talent was not bad. What a pity." Masahiko sighed. "Did he have any children?"
Hearing these words, Nawaki showed a bitter smile. "His wife is just a commoner, and they have a daughter who is only two and a half years old."
Masahiko nodded gently. "It's good that he has a descendant. To lose her father at only two and a half, and with her mother being a commoner, you must take good care of them... Hmm? What's with that expression?"
Nawaki hesitated to speak. "Uncle Dosan really likes that girl and often goes to see her. And it seems he intends to adopt her as his goddaughter."
Masahiko was startled, then burst into laughter. No wonder Nawaki made such an expression.
Dosan was four years younger than Tsunade, but his seniority was high. If he really took her as a goddaughter, that two-and-a-half-year-old girl would become Nawaki and Tsunade's younger sister...
Slightly opening his perception, Masahiko found that Dosan was not in the direction of his own house. He stood up and said, "I'll go take a look."
Nawaki hurriedly followed. "Great-great-grandfather, how about letting Uncle Dosan take her as his god-granddaughter instead?"
Masahiko smiled. "We'll see how the situation is first."
In the southeast corner of the Senju clan compound, Masahiko saw Dosan. Riding on his shoulders was a little girl with blonde hair tied in upward-pointing pigtails.
"Blonde hair?" Masahiko was startled, then realized, "She must take after her mother?"
Dosan, who was coaxing the child, was also stunned when he saw Masahiko and Nawaki. He glared at Nawaki. "Great-grandfather, what brings you here?"
The little girl on his shoulders leaned forward slightly, looking at Masahiko with a face full of curiosity.
Masahiko sized up this two-and-a-half-year-old girl. "She's quite cute, but why does she seem a bit familiar? Does she look like her dad?"
Dosan noticed Masahiko's gaze, hurriedly coughed lightly, and patted the two little legs on his shoulders. "Moegi, say hello to Great-grandfather Masahiko. You should call him... Great-great-grandfather."
Masahiko laughed softly. As Dosan grew older, that innocent little boy from back then had also learned to use tactics.
"Hello, Great-great-grandfather! My name is Moegi Senju, I am three years old this year." When the little girl greeted him, a cute blush appeared on her cheeks.
Masahiko tilted his head to glance at the helpless-looking Nawaki beside him. "Moegi, huh? So well-behaved... the name is also very cute."
"Eh? Moegi?" Masahiko was startled. "Why does this name also sound like I've heard it before?"
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