Senju Tobirama's Judgment

Senju Tobirama was stunned. Just a moment ago, he had fallen at the hands of Kinkaku and Ginkaku.

But now, as he opened his eyes…

The first thing he saw was the one thing he detested most—Uchiha's Mangekyō Sharingan.

However, as a perceptive man and the creator of the Impure World Reincarnation, he instantly realized his situation. He looked down at his cracked skin, the lifeless sensation coursing through his body, and quickly understood the reality—

"I've been resurrected… by my own technique?"

A wave of speechlessness washed over him. In the past, he had used this very technique without hesitation—

To create expendable cannon fodder.

To extract intelligence from the dead.

To violate their privacy.

To conduct countless inhumane experiments.

And now? The same technique had been used on him.

"Talk about karma…" he muttered.

Before he could process it further, a deep and familiar voice spoke beside him.

"I didn't expect to wake up in this state… Tobirama, I told you before, didn't I? I warned you against creating inhumane jutsu like this!"

Senju Hashirama's tone carried a mix of exasperation and disappointment. Then, he turned his gaze to the young man standing before them.

"And to think… the first person I'd see after waking up would be such an exceptional Uchiha."

Tobirama scowled. He turned to his elder brother, his expression filled with irritation.

"Brother, you have no right to lecture me about my inventions. Stay out of this!" he snapped. Then, he turned his sharp eyes back toward the young Uchiha before them.

"And as for this so-called 'exceptional' junior? I strongly disagree. Anyone who awakens those eyes and wields this much chakra… is nothing more than another Madara-level threat!"

His voice was laced with disgust.

He had never trusted the Uchiha. Not even his own student, Uchiha Kagami. Keeping an Uchiha close had been a necessary evil—a political move to stabilize Konoha and prevent the remaining clan members from defecting after Madara's departure.

But deep down?

He had never been able to let go of his hatred.

Not after losing so many of his brothers to Uchiha hands.

Not after years of conflict.

He was no saint.

Senju Hashirama sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead.

"Tobirama… must you still carry such deep resentment against the Uchiha? When will you—"

Before he could finish, Yuma cut in, his tone cold and direct.

"Enough of this sentimental family argument. You two have regained your free will, so step aside. I still have unfinished business with Shimura Danzo."

Tobirama narrowed his eyes.

Danzo…

He had been too distracted to notice earlier, but now, he spread his chakra perception technique—

Kagura's Mind Eye.

His senses flared, instantly locking onto a familiar chakra signature in the distance.

His own student.

Danzo was alive… and had been the one responsible for summoning them.

But if Danzo had resorted to this, then the implications were clear—

The Uchiha clan was rebelling.

There was no other reason for Danzo to use Impure World Reincarnation in such a desperate manner. The pressure from this Uchiha in front of them must have been overwhelming.

That meant…

Tobirama's jaw clenched. His mind raced through the possibilities.

Danzo had always been an ambitious man, but if he had been pushed into using this technique, it meant Konoha was under severe threat.

The Uchiha were rising.

And that…

Was unacceptable.

His voice turned cold and sharp.

"Brother, there's no need for further discussion. Look at his chakra… his pupil strength… his presence."

His fingers curled into fists.

"This boy is no different from Madara!"

His eyes darkened as he spoke the next words.

"We are at half our full strength. No more talk of morality… we strike now!"

Without hesitation, Tobirama leaped forward. Mid-air, his hands blurred through seals with precision honed over a lifetime of war.

"Water Style: Exploding Water Shockwave!"

A massive surge of water erupted from his mouth, swelling into a lake within seconds. But he wasn't holding back.

He pushed his chakra even further, amplifying the technique to its absolute limit.

The lake became an ocean.

A vast, raging sea formed in an instant, swirling with the force of a massive storm. Tobirama controlled the tides, directing the surging waves toward Uchiha Yuma like an unstoppable force of nature.

A direct hit would leave nothing standing.

Watching his brother's overwhelming attack, Hashirama hesitated.

"Tobirama, wait—!"

But before he could say more, Yuma exhaled deeply.

In that moment—

The very air around him changed.

A violent pulse of energy rippled outward.

Hashirama's sharp eyes caught it instantly.

"This feeling… is it—?"

Then came the words.

A calm, commanding voice filled the battlefield.

"Sage Art: Wind from the Netherworld."

The air howled.

An enormous storm of chakra-infused wind exploded into existence, engulfing the battlefield.

Tobirama's monstrous water jutsu—so vast that it could swallow an entire army—was instantly caught in the hurricane's grasp.

The raging sea twisted and convulsed—its form no longer Tobirama's to control.

In mere moments, the ocean was transformed into a terrifying water tornado that surged right back toward them.

A counterattack of devastating proportions.

Tobirama's eyes widened in shock.

"This brat…!"

A flicker of hesitation crossed Hashirama's face. Then, his hands moved instinctively, forming seals.

"Sage Art: Wood Style—Wood Locking Wall!"

Rows of massive wooden fortifications erupted from the ground, their surfaces glowing with infused Senjutsu chakra.

The titanic wooden walls absorbed the full force of the redirected water tornado.

Inside the fortifications, Tobirama was left momentarily speechless.

He turned his sharp gaze back to the Uchiha in front of them, now radiating power.

Then, realization struck.

His lips pressed into a thin line.

"If I'm not mistaken…"

He exhaled sharply.

"That brat just used Sage Mode."