SON OF HASIRAMA-SENJU

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Seeing the choices in front of him, Arata took a deep breath.

Well… this just got serious.

And what was with these options?! Seriously, why was the system always messing with him?! He knew that these choices were way too good to just reject.

Getting the Rinnegan? That was OP as hell.

Getting a Chakra Fruit seed? That meant unlimited power in the future!

But the problem was…

He couldn't just let his father die early.

If he was reincarnated into someone else's body, maybe he could've done it. Maybe he wouldn't care. But not now. Not after living 10 years with Hashirama.

His father trained him, laughed with him, scolded him, cared for him… He had grown up with him. How could he just throw all that away for power?

Who the hell would kill their own dad just for the Rinnegan?!

For Chakra Fruits?! For some overpowered bullshit?!

Yeah, not happening.

But as Arata thought about the choices more, something felt off.

These options… They weren't just choices.

It felt like the system was testing him.

Option 1? Insane power.

Option 2? Also insane power.

But the "morally right" option? Barely any power boost.

As if someone is watching me… testing me…

Arata's eyes narrowed.

This system… it's like a damn exam…

And even if he got the Rinnegan, would it even work? If his father died because of the system, what if the system blocked the Rinne Tensei? What if he lost Hashirama forever?!

Yeah, nope.

He picked Option 3.

The "special surprise reward" sounded interesting anyway.

Besides, it wasn't time for the Rinnegan to awaken yet.

As Arata reached his father, Hashirama looked at him with a warm smile. Madara also glanced at Hashirama, smirking.

"Hashirama, the Uchiha clan has agreed to sign the peace agreement," Madara announced.

"Good! Then let's go to the place where we originally planned to build the village," Hashirama said with a grin. "Remember? The hill where you named the village… Konoha."

Madara's eyes widened slightly.

He still remembered. He still remembered that place. That name.

Madara smiled.

Tobirama and Izuna also smiled as they looked at their older brothers.

Then, both leaders turned to their clans.

"Follow me!" Madara ordered the Uchiha.

"Let's go!" Hashirama commanded the Senju.

And just like that, everyone started moving toward that special place—the place where Hashirama and Madara used to meet.

When they finally arrived, Hashirama turned to his son.

"Arata, lend me a hand with this," Hashirama said, placing a hand on his son's shoulder.

Arata smiled.

"Yeah, Dad," he nodded.

Madara crossed his arms, smirking.

This… this might actually work.

After arriving at the bottom of the hill, Hashirama and Arata walked forward, while Madara and Izuna remained at the top, watching.

Hashirama looked at his son and smiled.

"Son, it's time," he said.

Arata met his father's gaze and nodded.

Hashirama began forming hand signs, and Arata quickly copied him.

"Wood Release: Four-Pillar House Technique!" Hashirama shouted.

"Wood Release: Four-Pillar House Technique!" Arata followed.

They both slammed their hands onto the ground.

BOOM!

The earth trembled as chakra spread through the ground. The surrounding forest shook violently as if responding to their power.

Then—BOOM!—again.

Thick wooden pillars burst from the ground, rising rapidly. Arata's chakra, currently at the level of a Five-Tails, and Hashirama's, nearly half of the Nine-Tails' in his prime with Sage Mode, surged through the earth. The difference in their strength was massive, yet both of them together made the ground tremble as if a new world was being created.

The growing wood connected, expanding, twisting, and forming structures. What was once a forest transformed into a village.

Houses formed one after another, thousands of them, enough for both the Uchiha and Senju clans to live together. Of course, it wouldn't be enough to house everyone, including civilians, but more could be built later.

These weren't normal houses.

These houses were made of Wood Release—meaning they couldn't be destroyed by any ninjutsu. Any attack that hit them would have its chakra absorbed, making the houses even stronger.

On the hill above…

"Did you see that?" a Senju clan member muttered in shock.

"I didn't expect Hashirama-sama could do something like this," another Senju replied, eyes wide.

Izuna Uchiha gritted his teeth. Damn it, Hashirama… You really know how to use your Kekkei Genkai.

An Uchiha clan member nearby spoke in disbelief.

"I never knew Wood Release could be used like this… I've only seen it in war. I never even imagined it could create an entire village."

"Yeah… You're right," a Senju member beside him nodded.

The gathered Uchiha couldn't take their eyes off the sight before them.

They had always feared Wood Release's power in battle—but seeing it like this, used to build rather than destroy—was something else entirely.

One Uchiha muttered, "Honestly… we're lucky we chose peace. If these two—both of them Wood Release users—had fought against us, I don't know how long we could've held out."

"Even if we managed to resist," another Uchiha sighed, "it would've come at a great cost…"

The nearby Uchiha silently agreed.

"Yeah… It's good we're moving toward peace now."

As Madara stood Near the hill watching this was , completely shocked at what he had just witnessed. His arms were crossed, but his fingers twitched slightly, betraying his thoughts.

Then, he finally spoke.

"I didn't expect Hashirama's son to be this powerful at his age…" Madara muttered, still watching the newly built village below.

Izuna and Tobirama, standing nearby, heard him clearly.

"What's his age again?" Madara asked, turning toward them.

"He's ten. He'll be eleven in three months," Tobirama answered casually.

Madara went silent for a moment. His eyes narrowed in thought. Then, before he could stop himself, he blurted out—

"If I had a son, would he have this kind of talent…?"

Silence.

Izuna and Tobirama whipped their heads around to look at Madara, their faces frozen in shock. They looked at him as if they had just seen a ghost.

Madara, however, had already made up his mind.

"Then…" he smirked, crossing his arms, "I should have my own son! And he'll be even better than yours, Hashirama!" he declared, his voice filled with confidence and determination.

This wasn't just a simple statement—this was a competition now.

Izuna and Tobirama exchanged glances.

They knew both their brothers had a few screws loose in their heads.

They were always thinking about each other. Always. It was weird.

Sometimes, Izuna and Tobirama even wondered…

"Are these two… made for each other?"

Both of them quickly shook their heads. Nope. That was dangerous thinking.

But at least, they were glad that no clan members had heard what Madara just said.

Otherwise… things could have gotten way more complicated.

Izuna and Tobirama sighed heavily.