Konoha Senju compound
The air was heavy with winter stillness. Snow clung to the eaves of the Senju compound, muffling sounds of the village beyond. Inside the inner hall, the fire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows across the polished wood floor.
Senju Tobirama stood at the head of the room, arms folded, with hint of displeasure and betrayal exuding off of him. Beside him sat Uzumaki Mito, her presence calm but watchful.
Before them stood nearly a dozen of elders lead by three of the oldest voice in the Senju clan – Genshiro, Ayame, and Borai. They all wore formal clan elder robes as if emphasizing their authority and their faces lined with age and indignation.
It had been less than a month since Tobirama enacted Hashirama's final will – reforming the Senju clan, dispersing its civilian and non-lineage members into the general population. The move had unified Konoha, but it had left a deep scar within the clan.
And now, the elders had come to confront him.
Genshiro's voice was sharp, heavy with accusation. "You dishonor our legacy, Tobirama! Hashirama built this village with Senju blood, and now you scatter us like leaves in the wind. Do you think the clans will respect us when we've abandoned our name?"
Ayame leaned forward, her tone dripping with nostalgia. "Senju was the shield of Konoha, the heart that held it together! And now you reduce us to a footnote in our own village! You call this reform? I call it surrender."
Borai chimed in. "We gave up our dominance once already, and now you weaken us again. You've made us vulnerable, Tobirama. Vulnerable to those who would seize what we've surrendered."
The other elders echoed them, layering complaint upon complaint.
"Senju should never have yielded so much!"
"Our name is fading!"
"You dishonor Hashirama's sacrifice!"
As the hall filled with a storm of voices, Tobirama's jaw tightened. Inside, a flicker of anger burned. 'So soon after brother's death, and you rise against me? I carried out his will, now they accuse me of betrayal?'
For a moment, he felt the sting of disloyalty; the sense that the three grand elders were undermining him, questioning his authority when the clan should have been united. His chakra stirred, but he forced it down.
Then, as the chorus of complaint began to fade, he sensed the emotion masked under their complaint. For such fervent complaints, their chakra only hinted at apprehension and worry, not indignation. He then started to notice, the grand elders speech was too rehearsed and exaggerated, and the others had been brought only to amplify the noise. This wasn't truly about the dispersal. That matter was already settled long before Hashirama's death.
They were baiting him, pushing him to defend himself, waiting for the opportune moment to slip in their real concern.
So he waited patiently.
And it came. Elders quieted down as Grand Elder Genshiro interjected.
"...And what of balance? While you scatter Senju, the Uchiha multiply. Their jonin now rival ours. Their prodigies surpass ours. You know their history of volatility fueled by their ambition. Without enough strength to match them, no, to suppress them, they will eventually dominate Konoha. They will rewrite Konoha, OUR Legacy."
Borai crossed his arms while raising one of his arm and explained.
"You know the data. At our peak, Senju held 560 jonin. Now we retained barely 150. the Uchiha have surged past 200. If Their growth is unchecked, it might send a wrong message to them."
Tobirama stood up from his seat. Mito's gaze flicked toward Tobirama she too sensed the elder's intent and watched with keen interest as to how he would resolve this situation; the elders concern and their test on Tobirama's authority in the absence of Hashirama.
"So this is what you were aiming for?"
As Tobirama's cold crimson gaze matched each elders gaze, they averted their eyes and cleared their throat to mask their embarrassment. The grand elders, however, did not flinch.
"Yes, the Uchiha are ambitious and powerful. BUT. Konoha is Senju and Senju is Konoha. What you all have said is sophistry. The 410 jonins who formed their own clans. Do you think that they will watch idly by as Uchiha dominate Konoha? Do you think Sarutobi, Shimura, and our allies will simply hand Konoha over to the Uchiha?"
Tobirama turned his back, silently dismissing the group. Until Ayame interrupted him, her voice laced with cold and venomous tone.
"If you don't intent to act, Hokage-sama. Then perhaps someone must do it for you."
"NO! Absolutely not!" His voice thundered through the hall. The lesser elders shrank back, startled by the force of it. "This is no longer Sengoku Era! Sure, we can eradicate our second most hated enemy Hagoromo clan and kick out the third most hated Kaguya clan from land of Fire. But. We cannot eradicate the Uchiha. SenjuCannot Eradicate the Uchiha no matter the cost!"
He swept his gaze across the room locking the eyes with the grand elders. Tobirama reeled back and folded his arm.
"The reason why we hold the respect of the clans and villagers is because we triumphed and FORGAVE the Uchiha, our most hated, millennium old adversary, to form Konoha. Do you get it now?"
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"Uchiha being part of Konoha, is our greatest trophy! Our greatest visible proof of superiority, magnanimity, and mercy. We can suppress them, we can poke at them, berate them, push them around all we want. BUT!"
Tobirama's passionate voice toned down into a deep and chilling emotionless voice as he continued.
"We cannot kill them off. If we do, the other clans will never trust us again. They will see us as tyrants, not leaders. and Konoha will collapse under suspicion and fear. The village belongs to the majority and we alone cannot beat it."
The silence fell. Elders retreated another full step back chilled by Tobirama's explanation. Such treatment... was even worse than death and extermination for such proud and ambitious clan like Uchiha.
The three grand elders exchanged gaze in approval mixed with a hint of disappointment. Tobirama was still shrewd and powerful even after Hashirama's death. Senju's future was secure but Tobirama's control over the clan and Konoha was firmly in his grasp.
"Tsk!" Tobirama clicked his tongue in annoyance. Every word felt like fire in his chest. He hated that the Uchiha could stir such emotion in him, but he would not let the elders mistake passion for weakness.
"I will devise a plan," Tobirama said. "A system to limit the Uchiha's influence and growth. Not to deliberately suppress them, but to ensure they remain part of the village, not above it. So this topic won't bother you all again."
The elders remained still.
Tobirama narrowed his eyes and directed his gaze at Borai.
"Uncle. Do you really want to have fall out with the Uchiha? Don't you know that your granddaughter's closest teammate is an Uchiha?"
"ahem"
Borai awkwardly averted his eyes and cleared his throat out of embarrassment. "Well about that...."
"And Elder Ayame. Don't you order Uchiha Gourmet for every lunch?"
Ayame like wise turned around and silently muttered. "Food is an important part of life..."
"And Elder Genshiro..."
Genshiro and Tobirama locked eyes.
"If Konoha must belong to the majority. Then the Senju just needs to be that majority. I understand."
With that Genshiro did not argue further and retreated with rest of the elders.
Tobirama frowned at Genshiro's last remark. It carried the same dangerous ambition he sought to restrain in the Uchiha. But that was enough – for now. Genshiro was under his firm control and he was young while Genshiro was old.