With One Blade, Overturning Konoha!

Boom.

White smoke billowed out.

They called it a Summoning Jutsu.

In truth, it was simply the release of Kaguya from the spiritual realm.

As the smoke cleared completely, the figure before them took shape.

Ancient, elegant, and graceful.

Merely standing there, she seemed like a deity, gazing down on mortals from above.

This was the unique aura of Kaguya Ōtsutsuki—the progenitor of chakra, the Rabbit Goddess!

Majestic.

Cold.

Detached.

These were the traits she displayed before others.

As for her dependence and longing, they only emerged when facing Hakken.

Her tenderness and vulnerability were things only Hakken could experience.

When Kaguya appeared, a deep silence fell over the room.

A single glance from her was enough to make them avert their eyes. Her imposing presence made it impossible to meet her gaze.

People of different calibers could never truly understand each other.

So, she was back again.

Kaguya surveyed the room before her gaze finally settled on Black Zetsu.

Ōtsutsuki Black Zetsu.

At this moment, he was completely stunned.

Utterly and totally bewildered.

He had believed the Infinite Tsukuyomi plan was a lost cause and had been preparing to wait a thousand years for the opportunity to release his mother.

But the figure before him was unmistakably his mother!

What was happening?

What on earth was going on?

Wait.

That kid said he split the moon. Could it be...?

None of it mattered anymore.

To hell with Infinite Tsukuyomi. His mother had returned!

Black Zetsu, overwhelmed with emotion, tried to speak.

But Kaguya's gaze had already shifted, finally landing on Hakken, the one who had summoned her. She then walked toward him, step by step, and leaned into his embrace.

This...

Black Zetsu swallowed hard, awkwardly moving closer to the pair.

Was this man truly his father?

"Good boy, call him Daddy."

Hakken, calm and composed, gently pushed away Black Zetsu’s eager face.

The answer was already clear.

Did Infinite Tsukuyomi even matter anymore?

Kaguya had appeared—the signal that Black Zetsu's mission to save his mother had come to an end.

Black Zetsu opened his mouth, but awkwardly turned his gaze to his mother.

"He is my husband."

Kaguya said coolly.

Speaking to her own consciousness felt strangely awkward.

But the separated consciousness was, in essence, a new entity, and she could tell her husband did not want Black Zetsu’s consciousness returning to her.

Perhaps the creation she made so casually back then was a little... imperfect.

"Father."

The aura was unmistakable.

Despite the faint weakness in him, the figure before him was undeniably his mother.

And Hakken Yoru’s identity was now confirmed.

The man Kaguya referred to as her husband could only be his father.

Everything could now be set aside.

Although Black Zetsu didn't understand how things had come to this, the outcome was favorable for him.

Kneeling respectfully before Hakken, Black Zetsu now felt like an obedient child.

"All these years, you've endured so much."

Hakken patted Black Zetsu on the head and smiled. "Leave the rest to me."

In his past life, Hakken had once heard a saying:

In the Naruto world, there are no true villains or antagonists.

It seemed that everyone could ultimately redeem themselves and become a "good person."

As if putting down their sword instantly transformed them into a Buddha.

But Hakken believed that this saying was flawed.

Villains were villains.

One could not condone their actions simply because their goals were noble. Just like Naruto, who could easily forgive Pain for killing his two teachers and an entire village, simply because Pain was Jiraiya's disciple.

Or those who accepted Tobi's existence and actions, choosing to forgive him just because Tobi once shared the same dream of becoming Hokage.

Such blind acceptance was also mistaken.

In truth, the villains of this world didn’t need to be "redeemed."

Their existence stemmed from the burning dreams within their hearts.

If you looked at things from their perspective, everything became clear. This was the unique trait of the vivid characters in the Naruto world, the very quality that made them unforgettable.

That’s why, even when watching the anime, these characters felt like they could be real.

Being in this land, Hakken felt that sensation more strongly.

A simple example:

From Black Zetsu’s perspective, was his approach truly wrong?

To rescue his mother, he was willing to scheme for a thousand years and use others. Such determination is admirable, but that doesn't mean we can condone his actions just because he wanted to save his mother.

Take Madara Uchiha, for example.

From start to finish, he fought for world peace.

To achieve this, he even set aside his hatred for his brother’s murder by Senju Tobirama to help co-found Konoha.

But what did he get in return?

Nothing but distrust.

Shaking off his thoughts, Hakken Yoru strode toward Madara Uchiha.

“You have a lot of questions, don’t you?”

He sat down beside Madara, then casually waved to Senju Hashirama and Senju Tobirama with a flick of his fingers.

This was the Hokage Rock. Its elevated position offered a view of most of Konoha. In the past, one could take in the entire village from here.

But after several expansions, unless one had the Byakugan, it was now impossible to see the whole village.

“Who is she?”

Hakken pointed to Kaguya, standing quietly in the distance.

The moment she appeared, Madara felt a heavy sense of foreboding.

Especially when Black Zetsu—clearly his own creation—called her "Mother" and referred to Hakken Yoru as "Father," that sense of unease only deepened.

“Before we discuss her, let’s talk about something else first.”

Hakken Yoru shook his head.

If Madara knew the truth about the Infinite Tsukuyomi, it would be a devastating blow.

So before that, Hakken had some things he wanted to ask Madara.

Extending his hand, a subtle gravitational pull caused a leaf to fall from a nearby tree, drifting slowly into his palm.

The scene felt oddly familiar.

Next to him, Hashirama seemed lost in thought.

“It was back when Konoha was first founded.”

“At the beginning, the village didn’t even have a name.”

Holding the leaf, Hakken lightly flicked it, making a hole in its center.

Looking through the hole, the view of the village was comforting.

“The First Hokage, Senju Hashirama, decided on the title for the Village Head.”

“He called it Hokage.”

Placing a hand on Madara’s shoulder, Hakken handed him the leaf.

“And ultimately, the name of this village...”

“...was given by you.”

“Konohagakure.”

The name Konohagakure was given by Madara Uchiha!

Yes.

Perhaps few knew this fact.

But it was the truth.

Decades ago, it was these two standing on this high ground, looking down on the village that was just starting to take shape.

Madara mocked the name the Hokage had chosen as poor.

Hashirama thought the name Konohagakure was too simple.

Through their banter, the First Shinobi Village was born.

Back then, Hashirama even told Madara that he would be the first Hokage, and that Madara's face would be carved into the Hokage Rock.

“Decades have passed in the blink of an eye, Madara.”

Sighing, Hashirama sat down, lost in nostalgia.

Konoha had changed so much.

So much that standing in the same place, Hashirama almost couldn’t recognize the village.

“Thinking about it now, if you had become Hokage back then, things would have turned out differently.”

Hashirama said, full of emotion.

Hokage?

Madara’s gaze was as cold as ever.

There were things he didn’t want to talk about, but that didn’t mean he could forget them.

Beside him, Hakken shrugged.

Hashirama Senju’s reaction was still as slow as ever.

Hokage.

That was the beginning of Madara’s descent into darkness and his plan to activate the Infinite Tsukuyomi.

It all began with the argument between Senju Hashirama and Senju Tobirama in that room.

Back then, Hashirama had already planned to make Madara the First Hokage. But Tobirama strongly opposed it, claiming that the emotional nature of the Senju Clan would lead the village to ruin.

Such distrust.

How could this village survive?

Not becoming Hokage meant Madara could no longer protect his clan.

So Madara decided to lead the Uchiha Clan to independence.

But alas.

His foolish clan refused to believe him, unwilling to leave Konoha.

After Tobirama became the Second Hokage, Madara faced unprecedented persecution and exclusion.

Eventually, the Nine-Tails incident escalated the conflict. The Third Hokage, inheriting the Second’s will, and Danzo resorted to extreme measures,

forcing Itachi to massacre the entire Uchiha Clan.

This was, in truth, the root cause of the Uchiha’s annihilation. The initial discord was never resolved by their shared village.

The Second Hokage’s methods only heightened the conflict.

The atmosphere fell into silence again.

Madara seemed to drift into his own memories.

Meanwhile, Hakken turned and beckoned to Tobirama Senju behind him.

“Fifth.”

Tobirama remained as cold as ever.

“Don't you have anything to say to Madara?”

Hakken observed him calmly.

“Like, perhaps an apology?”

An apology?

You want me to apologize to a scumbag who tried to destroy the world?

The Second Hokage’s eyes blazed with fury.

“Calm down.”

Hakken waved his hand, instantly blowing away the nintaijutsu off the Second Hokage’s body like dust.

“The matter of appointing him as Hokage is water under the bridge.”

“But speaking ill of an entire clan—that’s your fault.”

“The Uchiha are indeed prone to emotional outbursts, which makes them easy to exploit. Just like Madara, who understood this very well and used Tobi to his advantage.”

Hakken patted Madara’s shoulder and continued.

“Precisely because of this, they need a competent leader even more.”

“As long as you truly believe that the Uchiha will always be Konoha’s Uchiha, and treat them fairly, the conflicts will naturally resolve themselves.”

“Also, while your Uchiha Guard was originally intended to show fairness, the schemes behind it were far too childish.”

“Childish?”

The Second Hokage shot him a cold look.

“Making the Uchiha clan more arrogant with the privileges of the Guard, driving the villagers to ostracize them even more—such tactics backfire in the end.”

“Because as Hokage, you never treated the Uchiha—the very founders of Konoha—as your own. Instead, you sought every means to eliminate them!”

Standing up, Hakken’s gaze sharpened.

“That’s why I said earlier: your political skills are commendable, and you’ve done a lot for Konoha, but your personal biases are far too obvious.”

“Do you understand, Second?”

“The Uchiha clan still oversees Konoha’s security to this day. But when villagers encounter them, they stop and address them with deep respect, calling them ‘Guardian-sama.’”

“How can this be?”

Tobirama Senju froze, stunned.

“Don’t believe it?”

Hakken sneered, pointing downward.

Just then, a patrol of Uchiha guards passed by the street beneath the Hokage Rock.

The leader of the patrol was none other than Fugaku Uchiha!

“Lord Fugaku, you’re working so hard.”

“Yes, it must be tiring to patrol every day.”

“....”

But it was the villagers' attitude that shocked Tobirama the most.

The Guard, which should have been despised, was being treated with such respect?

That shouldn’t be possible.

When had the arrogant Uchiha clan earned such deep admiration?

“Puzzled, aren’t you?”

Hakken smiled. “It’s actually not hard to understand.”

“Whenever something unusual happens around the village, the Uchiha Guard is the first to respond and deal with it.”

“And anyone who breaks the village rules gets arrested and investigated. It’s just a matter of rules—nothing too difficult to accept.”

“Especially since they impose stricter standards on their own clan members. Villagers have seen the Guard handle Uchiha clan rule-breakers with absolute impartiality more than once.”

“With such a fair system, any lingering resentments naturally fade away.”

“I made the rules. Everyone must follow them—even me.”

Pausing for a moment, Hakken took out a flask and took a sip.

“So, Second Hokage, which approach do you think was better—mine, or yours, which ultimately pushed the Uchiha clan to the brink of destruction?”

His argument was sound and well-supported.

He was using facts to show that the Uchiha clan wasn’t a ticking time bomb!

He even found a way to use their emotional tendencies to make them cherish Konoha more.

A political genius?

The Second Hokage nodded, silently.

But before he could speak, another familiar figure stepped forward.

“Aniki…”

Looking at Hashirama, the Second Hokage swallowed hard.

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“Tobirama, it seems you completely ignored our agreement.”

After everything that had been said, Hashirama seemed to understand something.

His younger brother had left a lingering threat for the Uchiha clan after his death.

If Tobirama’s plan had been carried out, conflict would inevitably erupt one day, and it would cause an unavoidable disaster.

A single clan could never stand against an entire village.

Ultimately, the Uchiha clan would destroy themselves.

“It doesn’t matter anymore, Hashirama.”

Madara, however, stood up with a carefree attitude.

Memories, too, must come to an end.

Whatever happened to Konoha, whatever happened to the Uchiha clan—it no longer concerned him.

The name “Konohagakure” was his creation. So what if it wasn’t?

Apologies?

Madara Uchiha didn’t need apologies from anyone!

His gaze shifted to Hakken Yoru, and Madara asked one thing.

“That woman Black Zetsu calls ‘Mother’—is she yours?”

“Who does she belong to?”

Hearing Madara’s words, Black Zetsu trembled from a distance, stumbling backward.

He had nearly forgotten this ancestor.

If he knew how he had betrayed Madara for most of his life, Madara would likely slay him in a fit of rage!

“Ōtsutsuki Kaguya.”

“A thousand years ago, people called her the Rabbit Goddess, the Progenitor of Chakra, the goddess who created the Rikudō Sennin.”

“Of course…”

Suddenly, Hakken slapped Madara’s head and grinned.

“She’s also the one who was supposedly resurrected by the Infinite Tsukuyomi.”