Shaping the Future

As the last of the clan leaders and advisors exited the hospital ward, Tetsuma remained behind. The heavy atmosphere from the earlier discussions gradually dissipated, leaving only the two of them in the quiet room.

Tobirama adjusted himself slightly against the hospital bed, his sharp eyes watching his nephew. Though his body was still weak, his mind remained as sharp as ever.

Tetsuma pulled up a chair and sat comfortably, allowing the tension to ease before speaking.

"Sensei, I never thought I'd see you in a hospital bed," he teased lightly, his lips curving into a small smirk.

Tobirama let out a short chuckle, shaking his head. "Even I am not invincible, brat. The battlefield humbles everyone."

Tetsuma nodded, a knowing look in his eyes. He knew firsthand the toll war took on even the strongest shinobi. But he had come here for more than just idle chatter.

After a few more exchanges of light-hearted banter, Tetsuma leaned forward slightly.

"Sensei… I want permission to build orphanages across Konoha." His voice was calm but determined. "The war has left too many children without families. The village will regret it later if we leave them to fend for themselves."

Tobirama remained silent for a moment, his red eyes studying his nephew carefully.

Then, with a small sigh, he spoke.

"You do that." His tone was approving, yet carrying a hidden weight.

Then, his eyes narrowed slightly. "I know you've been amassing properties all across the Land of Fire."

Tetsuma's expression remained neutral, though he was inwardly impressed. His uncle was as perceptive as ever.

Tobirama continued, his voice carrying both amusement and warning. "As far as I know, almost a quarter of Konoha's land belongs to you—just under different names."

At this, Tetsuma allowed himself a small chuckle. "You always knew, huh?"

Tobirama scoffed. "Of course, I knew. You've been hoarding wealth and resources for years, but I let you be. I trust you know what's best for yourself… and for the village."

Tetsuma met his uncle's gaze, understanding the unspoken trust in those words.

But then, Tobirama's voice took on a serious tone.

"However, always remember this, Tetsuma— wealth and influence mean nothing without strength. Konoha was built on the strength of its people, not just its economy. If you want to protect everything you've built… never forget that."

Tetsuma held his uncle's gaze for a long moment before finally nodding.

"I understand."

Tobirama gave a tired yet satisfied nod, closing his eyes briefly.

The future of Konoha was uncertain, but one thing was clear—Tetsuma had already begun shaping it.