Chapter 33

The Uchiha family's main gate was crowded with people, noisy and chaotic, surrounding a middle-aged man and a half-grown youth.

"Senju Shizuma, you actually dared to come to the Uchiha family," a man of similar age to Senju Shizuma said, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Haha, I didn't come here to fight you this time. This is the invitation letter from your Uchiha family's leader to our Senju family. You can't possibly not know about it!" Senju Shizuma showed no fear, holding up a letter and scanning the crowd.

"Lord Madara actually sent an invitation to the Senju family!"

"How is that possible?"

"From the look of it, it doesn't seem fake. But the Senju family actually sent someone to attend Lord Madara's succession ceremony."

Many Uchiha members who didn't know the inside story murmured, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Uncle, it doesn't look good," Senju Hashirama whispered to Senju Shizuma.

"If they dare to make a move, leave immediately," Senju Shizuma, unsure himself, earnestly instructed Senju Hashirama.

Just as the two Senju were worried, a path opened in the crowd, and Uchiha Yuta walked over, his voice cold. "What do you want? Don't you know that Senju Shizuma is Lord Madara's guest?"

"Yuta, this guy has killed so many of our clan members. Are you just going to let him go?" the middle-aged man said, unwillingly.

"What more do you want? I remember you've killed plenty of Senju people too. On the battlefield, everyone is at the mercy of fate. If he doesn't kill us, should we wait for him to kill us?" Uchiha Yuta glanced at the man and said coldly.

The surrounding Uchiha clan members were silent, many clenching their fists but then letting them go weakly.

"This guy is not simple," Senju Shizuma looked at Uchiha Yuta, a glint of admiration in his eyes.

"The old man is right. Your Uchiha clan has killed so many Senju people, you probably can't even remember. I hate this meaningless war. If I become the leader of the Senju family in the future, I will definitely end this pointless conflict..." Senju Hashirama stepped forward and said loudly.

"Hashirama!" Senju Shizuma's pupils contracted, hurriedly covering his mouth and laughing awkwardly. "Sorry, my nephew doesn't know any better."

The many Uchiha clan members were first stunned, then burst into laughter.

"Is this Senju kid's head messed up?"

"I'm dying of laughter. What crazy talk is he spouting?"

Hearing the ridicule around him, Senju Hashirama's face turned red. At his young and impulsive age, he was about to break free from Senju Shizuma's hand when he suddenly heard a calm voice from a distance: "Is it that funny? I think what he said is quite good."

The crowd parted like the tide, and a black figure walked over slowly. A black cat perched on his shoulder, looking at Senju Hashirama with interest.

"Lord Madara!"

Many Uchiha clan ninjas hurriedly bowed their heads in respect.

"Uchiha Madara!" Senju Shizuma narrowed his eyes, sizing up Madara, inwardly admiring him. Compared to three years ago, Madara was a completely different person.

"It's really you!" Senju Hashirama stared at Madara, his thoughts confirmed by the familiar face.

"Everyone, disperse!" Madara said calmly to the dozens of ninjas nearby, glancing at Senju Shizuma and Senju Hashirama. "Follow me."

Although the many Uchiha ninjas were unwilling, they dared not contradict their leader and dispersed in small groups.

Some ninjas from other clans who had come to watch the commotion couldn't help but swallow hard, looking at the black figure that had already left with fear. "That's Uchiha Madara! It's hard to believe he's only ten years old."

Not far from the Uchiha gate, under a large tree, two figures stood. One of them, a man with a golden ponytail, said to the man with a pineapple hairstyle beside him, "Rikichi, this Uchiha Madara is not simple and is very strong."

"Extraordinary people emerge in chaotic times! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it," Rikichi sighed.

"What should we do? Uchiha Madara actually brought in the Senju clan. Do they want to...?" The man with the golden ponytail hesitated.

"Meet force with force, and water with earth. The three clans of Ino-Shika-Cho support each other. Even if the Uchiha and Senju join forces, we can't be underestimated. Besides, the Uchiha and Senju are sworn enemies, and for them to join forces is almost impossible," Rikichi said calmly, his eyes shining with wisdom.

"Um!" The man with the golden ponytail nodded, glancing behind him in surprise. "Where's Dingyi? I remember we came out together."

"Do you even need to ask? He's already back in the house eating. I don't know where the Uchiha clan got the ingredients, but the food they make is the best I've ever tasted," Rikichi sighed, patting his forehead in exasperation.

"..." The man with the golden ponytail's mouth twitched, sighing. "Forget it, let's go back too."

Madara led Senju Shizuma and Senju Hashirama into the compound.

Senju Shizuma remained silent on the way, and Senju Hashirama suddenly asked, "Madara, did you know my identity from the beginning?"

Just as Madara was about to speak, a ninja ran over, overjoyed to see him. He hurriedly knelt on one knee and said respectfully, "Lord Madara, I finally found you. Please go and see! The ninjas from the Sarutobi and Shimura clans are very dissatisfied."

Madara frowned, helping Uchiha Gen up. "What's going on? Didn't I tell you I would go when the ceremony starts?"

"It seems that their attendants told them that Lord Madara personally welcomed the Senju clan's ninjas, so they think we are looking down on them," Uchiha Gen said with a troubled face.

"These people are quite interesting!" Madara laughed.

At that moment, the young Senju Hashirama, not yet mature and steady, hearing such an interesting matter, said eagerly, "Hey, Madara, let me go with you to see!"

"How dare you call Lord Madara by his name?" Uchiha Gen pointed at Senju Hashirama angrily.

"He's my friend, and I've told you many times, these annoying formalities are unnecessary," Madara said impatiently.

Senju Hashirama stared at Madara, and Senju Shizuma, who had been silent, his pupils contracting, looked at Madara's back thoughtfully.

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I've caught a cold recently and am not feeling well, so the update in the afternoon might be delayed. The book has been officially signed, so you can feel free to add it to your collection.

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