Chapter:157

"Chief! Is this really appropriate?"

"Shouldn't the deputy clan chief handle Kaguya's side instead?"

Upon hearing Madara's decision, Uchiha Ise and several other senior members voiced their concerns. Although Uchiha had only clashed with the Kaguya clan a few times in history, the reputation of their Shikotsumyaku (Dead Bone Pulse) preceded them. Comparing Hatake and Kaguya, it was clear that Kaguya posed a greater threat.

While they didn't openly state it, everyone knew that Izuna's strength now far surpassed Madara's. Strategically, it would have made more sense for Izuna to face Kaguya while Madara handled Hatake.

Izuna remained silent.

He knew Madara well—his older brother understood the situation clearly but couldn't allow himself to take a back seat. Madara's pride and self-esteem as the clan leader couldn't bear the idea of constantly relying on Izuna. He refused to let himself become someone who needed protection.

Seeing the determination in Madara's eyes, Izuna knew there was no point in arguing further.

"As long as he doesn't run into Senju Hashirama, it'll be fine."

Izuna prayed silently.

If either of them encountered Hashirama, the odds would depend on the situation. Izuna could potentially hold his own, but Madara, despite his strength, would likely be suppressed.

Breaking the silence, Izuna addressed the gathered leaders. "In the meantime, assign forces to guard the roads leading from the Senju territory to other major clans like Hyūga, Sarutobi, and Shimura. If Hashirama convinces them to ally with him, it could spell disaster."

The larger clans had their own ambitions, much like warlords from the Three Kingdoms era. Each aimed to dominate the Warring States Period independently. However, with Hashirama's charisma and persuasive abilities, even these proud clans might consider uniting under his banner.

"Understood!" the leaders replied in unison.

With the meeting adjourned, Izuna sighed. This time, let fate decide.

After the meeting, Madara returned to his mansion. Unlike Izuna's lively home, where Mito brought warmth and companionship, Madara's home was cold and empty.

"Clan Leader," a servant greeted him, presenting a set of blood-red armor.

"This is a new design from Izuna-sama's Human Weapons Department. He specifically had a pair made for you."

Madara examined the armor and nodded. "Good. Leave it here."

As the servant departed, Madara began preparing his equipment for the upcoming mission. He didn't notice the faint black marking—resembling a tadpole—on the inner shoulder of the armor.

Meanwhile, Izuna reviewed the Hatake clan's records. Despite their relatively small numbers, they were renowned for their exceptional swordsmanship and mastery of Lightning Release. Their combat ability was formidable, but their neutrality and isolationist tendencies suggested they prioritized survival over ambition.

The current leader, Hatake Suiya, was a skilled ninja in his mid-thirties, adept in both Lightning and Wind Release techniques. Despite his neutrality, his clan's involvement could tip the scales in the Warring States.

"Hatake's strength lies in their individual prowess, not their numbers," Izuna muttered, deep in thought. "Provoking them without reason could be disastrous."

Later that evening, as Izuna prepared for his journey, Mito entered his room carrying dinner. Her demeanor was calm, though her gaze held a hint of sadness.

"Mito, I'll be leaving tomorrow. No need to prepare meals for me," Izuna said softly.

"Understood," Mito replied, her voice quiet. She knew better than to pry into clan affairs, understanding the weight of her husband's responsibilities.

That night, Izuna, restless from the day's events, intended to hold Mito close as he had done before. However, to his surprise, Mito returned from her bath dressed in a sheer robe, her face flushed.

"You should… take a bath too," she whispered, avoiding his gaze.

Stunned, Izuna smirked and scooped her into his arms. "Let's bathe together, then."

Hours later, Izuna lay beside Mito, his hand tracing the contours of her flushed face. Her crimson hair was disheveled, and her breathing was soft and even.

"Why were you so bold tonight?" Izuna teased, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

Mito opened her eyes slightly, her voice trembling. "I only have you now… everything else is gone."

Izuna froze. He understood the weight of her words. Pulling her close, he embraced her tightly, as if trying to protect her from the world's cruelty.

End of the Chapter.