Uchiha, a new beginning

For a full week, I had been in charge of healing all the wounded. This was currently my seventh day at this camp.

At noon, I left the tent and headed to the dining area. There, among thousands of clan members, was Lord Isamu.

"Hello, Lord Isamu, excuse me, I have a question." I approached him.

"Go ahead, ask your question," he replied, sipping a cup of tea.

"How often do you raid the enemy camp? I've been here for a week, but no one has arrived wounded." I asked, utterly bewildered.

Isamu gave a small laugh. "You see, before we came to this place, a raid was carried out with all our forces, which is why several of our ninjas were wounded."

"But thanks to that, the enemy's movement has dropped drastically. It's probably because we dealt a major blow to those three clans."

Hearing this, I believed we could invade these clans and seize some of their reserves, so I frowned slightly.

"Lord Isamu, then, why don't we continue the attack?" I asked the question that had been on my mind.

At that moment, Isamu's expression changed; his cold gaze reflected that something else had happened.

"It seems the Senju patriarch called our patriarch to a meeting, which is still taking place."

Not wanting to be left in suspense, I asked. "But should a meeting really last that long?"

Isamu, for his part, shook his head and focused his gaze on the clouds in the sky. "I don't have all the information, but this meeting was initially called to intervene in our latest attack."

Mr. Isamu continued with the information, mentioning that the Senju clan had viewed the latest attack on the three InoShikaCho clans as barbaric, but Madara and Izuna reacted immediately to this accusation.

Clarifying that it was in response to their incursion into our clan and their attempt to massacre our young ninjas.

...

One week and one day earlier.

"Patriarch, we have received a summons from the Senju clan." A ninja entered with a letter in his hand.

Taking it, he opened it and skimmed the contents. With an enraged look, he shared it with Izuna, then walked to the window and focused on the river where he had met Hashirama.

"Brother, we must ignore this letter. Let's send all our forces against those clans that have rebelled against us." Madara's brother replied the moment he finished reading the contents of the letter.

"No, we will attend this meeting," Madara replied concisely.

"But, brother." His words trailed off once Madara glanced at him.

"You will understand when the meeting takes place." Those were the last words he spoke.

The next day, halfway between the two clans, stood a house that had recently been built with Hashirama's skill.

Surrounding it were a large number of ninja from both clans, each of whom had a look of hatred toward the other clan.

Inside was a room with a long table in the center. Hashirama and Tobirama sat in one section, while Madara and Izuna sat on the opposite side.

"Your evil clan has carried out an attack against the Inoshika-Cho clans, leaving hundreds dead. This action will have repercussions." Tobirama commented after banging his fist on the table.

Madara's response was a frantic laugh.

"You see, brother, they don't deny having carried out this action."

Hashirama's gaze fell, seeing his former friend laughing like that at the ferocity of that last raid.

"Madara, what was your reason for doing this?"

Madara didn't respond immediately, but instead his gaze focused on Tobirama, after which he broke into a smile.

Noticing this, Tobirama quickly added, "Brother, the evil Uchiha clan." He tried to prevent him from discovering what he had done. But shortly after saying this, there was a bang on the table and a tremendous aura erupted from his brother. "Madara, answer."

Izuna was completely enraged by the words previously spoken, but Madara remained unfazed, even continuing with that smile on his face.

"A few days ago, some members of one of those clans took possession of the bodies of some of our clan members."

"In total, there were 300 dead and over 400 wounded, most of whom were children between the ages of 3 and 7. Do you think this is a satisfactory answer, or should I continue?" He said this while his fingers rhythmically tapped the table.

Izuna, hearing what his brother had said, stumbled slightly, as those numbers were completely distorted, but he didn't let it be too obvious.

Meanwhile, Hashirama stared at his brother and asked in a somewhat annoyed voice, "Tobi, why haven't I been informed of this event?" His fist was completely white from the force he was exerting, even the table began to crack.

"I wasn't aware of this situation either," he replied with a serious look, clasping his hands in front of his chest.

Izuna, at that moment, lashed out at Tobirama. "You were also within our clan."

Hearing this, Hashirama bowed his head in front of the Uchiha brothers, apologizing for what his brother had done in conjunction with the three clans. "I apologize. I didn't know my brother had done all this."

"Brother, don't bow down to the evil Uchiha; they have no proof of it," Tobirama responded hastily.

Madara's laughter stood out at this moment. "Haha, well, if you want, I could bring the injured people so they can identify you, for example, that young woman whose leg you amputated."

Hashirama's aura rose significantly at that moment, causing the people outside the residence to gasp for air.

"Madara, Izuna, I think we'll have to postpone this discussion for another time. I'd like to speak with my brother so we can better understand the situation."

At that moment, Tobiirama really wanted those people brought in, but after remembering what had happened with Fuyuko, he didn't think his brother would give him face. Although he reluctantly left the place with his brother.

...

"That's all I know." He finished with the events that had occurred that day, since, after that, he hadn't received any updates.

At that moment, Commander Kenji had approached the dining area, where most of the ninjas were gathered.

"Pack up everything, we'll return to the clan." This statement caught everyone off guard.

A ninja, who didn't understand what was happening, stood up and commented, "Commander, what will happen to the camp?"

"It won't be necessary anymore, so pack up everything, the battle is over." At that moment, he raised both arms and added, "And we are the winners."

The shouts of happiness and applause didn't last long; the entire camp was celebrating this great moment and, above all, the fact that we had won against four clans.

I, on the other hand, returned to heal the wounded, at least enough for them to walk to the clan. This was Commander Kenji's last order.