Although Senba possessed the strength of an Elite Jonin, the battlefield was a treacherous place filled with unpredictable dangers. Let alone an Elite Jonin—even a Kage-level powerhouse could fall there.
How could Isamu allow anything to happen to Senba before the Main Body had even awakened?
But there was no way to stop it now.
'Damn it!'
As a consciousness, Isamu naturally had no fear of war, but when it came to Senba, he hesitated.
"Father, did something happen? Father? Father?" Seeing no response after calling twice, Senba shook Isamu.
"Hmm? What's wrong?" After being shaken twice, Isamu finally snapped out of his thoughts.
"Father, what were you thinking about so seriously? Did something happen?" Senba asked in confusion. He had never seen his father so lost in thought before.
"Sigh… the Ninja World is about to fall into chaos again." Isamu sighed and shook his head.
"The Ninja World is becoming chaotic? Father, do you mean war is coming?" At the thought of war, Senba's eyes widened, and a faint trace of excitement appeared on his face, while Mikoto Uchiha, standing beside him, looked slightly worried.
"Yes. Although a full-scale war hasn't broken out yet, it should happen within the next two years. There have only been ten years of peace, and now that everyone has finally recovered some strength, war is about to begin again. Peace truly means nothing in the eyes of the Great Nations." Isamu shook his head helplessly. The Ninja World really was a place where the strong preyed on the weak.
"Great! This time, I'll definitely make a name for myself. Becoming a hero of Konoha is just around the corner, and I'll forge a mighty title for myself too!" Hearing that a Ninja World War was coming, Senba wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he looked thrilled. He had long wanted the chance to make a name for himself, and now the opportunity had finally arrived.
Looking at Senba's excited expression, Isamu could only shake his head helplessly. Young people really were naive. How could he understand the cruelty of war? One mistake and it would become a tragedy where the elder buried the younger.
The real Isamu hadn't even met Senba yet. If he woke up only to discover his son was dead, he would probably go insane. And if that day truly came, with his Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan and the Ten-Tails, the Ninja World would genuinely face destruction.
"Senba, don't be so excited. A Ninja World War is extremely dangerous. People die there!" Mikoto Uchiha frowned and warned him softly.
"What's dangerous about it? With my strength, what is there to fear? If the enemy dares to come, I'll slaughter every last one of them!" Senba clearly didn't care about her warning. He clenched his fists confidently, looking eager to charge into battle. His recent growth in strength had given him absolute confidence in himself.
"Heh! Naive!" Isamu sneered coldly. "You've gained a little strength and already think you're invincible. When I was your age, I already possessed power beyond the Kage level, and even then I never dared claim to be unbeatable. Yet you dare to say something so ridiculous now? If you continue with this mindset, don't even bother going to the battlefield. You might as well find a block of tofu and smash your head into it now, before someone else cuts you down later!"
It had to be said—Senba was becoming far too arrogant. On a battlefield, arrogance was often a death sentence. That kind of attitude had to be crushed immediately.
"Tch! Anyone can brag. Nobody here saw how strong you were when you were young, so of course you can say whatever you want." Senba muttered quietly. He didn't dare openly argue with his old man, but grumbling under his breath was another matter entirely.
Although Isamu couldn't hear him clearly, one look at his face was enough to know the brat definitely wasn't saying anything good. He didn't dare talk back directly, but the dissatisfaction written all over his face was honestly irritating to look at.
"What are you mumbling about? Come with me to the basement and help treat your father!" Isamu rolled his eyes and stood up, heading toward the basement.
No matter what happened, healing the Main Body was still the most important task.
Hearing this, Senba reluctantly followed after him, while Mikoto Uchiha remained standing there awkwardly, unsure whether she should follow or not.
"Um… Uncle Isamu, I…" Mikoto nervously fiddled with the hem of her clothes. She had heard Senba mention the basement before, but she had never actually seen it. To be honest, she wanted to go very badly, but she still needed permission first.
Hearing her hesitant voice, Isamu suddenly remembered she was still there.
Since Mikoto often came to visit, Isamu had gradually grown used to her presence. Truthfully, he was quite satisfied with this unofficial daughter-in-law. She was sensible, polite, and talented. Very few people would dislike someone like her.
"Mikoto, come along too. It's not some major secret anyway," Isamu said after a brief moment of thought.
Although fewer people knowing about this was better, there was no need to hide it from his unofficial daughter-in-law.
"Okay! Thank you, Uncle Isamu!" Mikoto smiled brightly and quickly followed after them.
Isamu's agreement gave her a subtle feeling of acceptance, and she liked that feeling very much.
The three of them soon arrived in the basement.
The moment Mikoto saw the figure lying on the stone platform—a man who looked exactly like Isamu—her eyes widened in shock. However, she wisely chose not to ask unnecessary questions. It was already generous enough that they had allowed her to see this secret. She could always ask Senba about the details later.
As Senba began transferring life energy once again, time slowly passed.
Two and a half hours later, even Isamu looked somewhat surprised.
Normally, two hours was Senba's limit, but now he still had enough strength left to continue even after two and a half hours. It seemed the brat's strength had improved tremendously recently, and he was already showing signs of stepping into the Kage level.
Having reached the level of a Quasi-Kage, it was no wonder Senba had become so arrogant earlier. He truly had made another breakthrough.
Seeing Senba's current strength, the worry in Isamu's heart finally eased slightly. By the time the war fully erupted, Senba should be able to officially step into the Kage level. If he also awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan and combined it with his inherited Sage Body, then surviving the battlefield would no longer be a major problem.
The fledgling had truly begun to spread its wings.
Just as Isamu was feeling emotional, a faint surge of Natural Energy suddenly spread from the body lying on the stone platform.
Although the fluctuation was extremely weak, both Isamu and Senba noticed it instantly.
"This… this is!" Feeling that trace of Natural Energy, Isamu's eyes widened immediately.
He had originally believed it would take at least eight years to activate the Ten-Tails. Yet because Senba's strength had increased so dramatically, after only two years, a tiny portion of the Ten-Tails' power had finally begun to awaken.
"Father, did you feel that?" A smile instantly appeared on Senba's face. After so many years of effort, they had finally seen results. He looked toward Isamu excitedly, his face filled with joy.
"Senba, don't get excited. Keep the energy flow stable." Isamu immediately calmed him down before shouting loudly, "Zetsu! Where the hell are you? Get out here right now!"
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