Chapter 12: Clans Meeting
The night had drawn to a close, and Madara and I had concluded our conversation.
But as the moon yielded to the rising sun, I found myself embroiled in yet another unexpected encounter..
With a casual glance, I noticed Madara still in peaceful slumber, his form relaxed in repose.
With a silent departure, I left the room and ventured out into the village, the morning air invigorating as it washed over me.
It was a new day, filled with opportunities and discoveries, and I was eager to embrace it.
But as I strolled through the quiet streets, I couldn't help but wonder what the day might bring.
The unexpected had become the norm in this world.
And indeed, it seemed that Hashirama had something in store for me, for it wasn't long before he sought me out.
He arrived at Madara's house, his presence accompanied by his little brother, Tobirama.
"Yujiro," he greeted me with a warm smile.
"I hope you had a restful night."
I returned his smile with a nod, acknowledging him and his prowess that had formed bond between us, just like the one I had with Madara.
"Indeed, Hashirama.
The village has been a place of intriguing encounters."
He chuckled, his demeanor genial as he continued, "I'm glad to hear that. I wanted to extend an invitation to you.
We have a gathering today—a meeting of the prominent clans that have come together to form Konohagakure."
My interest was piqued.
The opportunity to meet the leaders and representatives of the renowned clans that had united under the banners of Senju and Uchiha was not to be missed.
I listened attentively as Hashirama elaborated on the clans that would be in attendance.
"I'll briefly go through a few clans under our banner.
There are the Akimichi, Nara, and Yamanaka clans, all under the banner of the Senju clan," he explained.
"On the Uchiha side, we have the Fuma and Kurama clans.
And beyond these, there are smaller, neutral clans such as the Hatake, Kohaku, Sarutobi, and Shimura clans.
Then, there's one big neutral clan which is comparable to my Senju and Madara's clans, the Hyuga Clan.
Additionally, there are middle-sized clans that consist of various beast clans like the Inuzuka, Izuno, and Onikuma clans."
The breadth of the alliance was staggering.
It was an opportunity to learn more about the clans that played pivotal roles in this little village.
I nodded in agreement, accepting Hashirama's invitation with gratitude.
"I appreciate the opportunity, Hashirama. It will be a fun experience."
Then, Hashirama entered Madara's house.
"Yo, Madara! Wake up! We've got a clan meeting!" Hashirama shouted near Madara's ear.
I chuckled.
"Who dares?! Hashirama! You!!!"
"Hahaha, come on. We can't keep them waiting!"
"Alright, give me a minute. I'll get ready," Madara grumbled as he rolled his eyes.
'Perhaps he thinks this meeting is a waste of time, huh.'
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Hashirama led the way as we made our way to the clan gathering, the anticipation of what lay ahead hanging in the air.
It was a unique opportunity—to meet the leaders and representatives of the prominent clans that had come together to form Konohagakure.
As we walked, Hashirama began explaining the significance of each clan within the alliance.
The Aburame Clan, for instance, had the unique ability to control and communicate with insects, a talent that made them formidable in espionage and reconnaissance.
Their insects had various uses and they always research to breed new type of insects.
"The Hyuga Clan possesses the Byakugan," Hashirama continued, "a powerful dojutsu that grants them unparalleled vision and insight.
They specialize in taijutsu and are known for their Gentle Fist techniques."
"Only taijutsu?" I inquired.
"Nah, they do have a few ranged attacks, but those are also derived from their Gentle Fist."
"They can't use ninjutsu or something?"
"Hm, I'm not entirely sure about that, but they rarely use it."
I absorbed the information, the diversity of abilities within the shinobi world both fascinating and complex.
'Hm, I think I can mimic the Gentle Fist but I think it's just upgraded Tai Chi."
Each clan brought its own strengths and techniques to the alliance, adding depth to the collective power of Konohagakure.
Hashirama's voice carried on as we walked.
"The Akimichi Clan has a unique talent—they can manipulate their body weight and size through the use of Yang Release, enabling them to become giants on the battlefield."
I raised an eyebrow at the notion, my curiosity piqued.
Such a technique had the potential to be a game-changer in combat, altering the very dynamics of a battle.
'If I can enlarged my body, there's a lot more things that I can do, hoho.
These clans are getting more interesting.'
He continued, "The Nara Clan excels in shadow manipulation through the use of Yin Release.
They can control shadows with incredible precision, making them exceptional tacticians."
"And the Yamanaka Clan?" I inquired, eager to learn about each clan's distinct abilities.
Hashirama smiled, his eyes reflecting the pride he felt for his village's clans.
"The Yamanaka Clan specializes in mind-related techniques, allowing them to enter the minds of others, control their actions, and even transfer their consciousness."
"Hm, that's quite a unique jutsu.
But I doubt they can get into my mind unscathed."
"Hn, their abilities don't perform as well in high-level battles.
You'll understand how to counter them when you see them in action," Madara added to the conversation.
"Hahaha, you two share your village clans' abilities.
Aren't you afraid I'll spill the beans to the world?"
"Hn, it's not like the world doesn't already know our techniques, but even if they do... we can still outmatch them!" Madara said, his Sharingan spinning.
"I see..."
Our conversation offered a glimpse into the variety of abilities that defined the prominent clans of Konohagakure.
But as we walked, Hashirama's voice became more animated as he spoke of the beast clans.
"The beast clans are unique," he explained, "as they form bonds with ninja animals, granting them access to unique nintaijutsu—techniques that combine their own skills with those of their chosen ninja beasts."
I listened intently, fascinated by the idea of humans forging connections with animals and drawing upon their strengths.
'If Baki is here maybe he can revolutionize how the Beast Clan works, fufufu'
As we neared the gathering, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.
From what Hashirama told me, this meeting can be interesting.
It feels like when I'm young and find adversaries in each martial art schools.
'I can' wait!'
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As we approached the venue of the clan meeting, I couldn't help but notice the curious glances that were cast in our direction.
It was clear that we were being scrutinized, their eyes lingering particularly on me.
Hashirama, Madara, and I had arrived together.
However, it was me, Yujiro, that seemed to draw the most attention.
They watched, assessing, and speculating, their expressions a mix of curiosity and wariness.
They didn't know the outcome of the battle between Madara and me, but they recognized that I was a force to be reckoned with—a fact that brought a hint of trepidation to their gaze.
AsHashirama, Madara, and I made no effort to conceal the fact that we had fought, but the details of our encounter remained shrouded in mystery.
They could only guess at the outcome, their imaginations running wild with possibilities.
Yet, they knew that I was strong—perhaps too strong for them to even entertain the thought of challenging.
It was a notion that brought a wry smile to my lips—a silent reminder that the world of shinobi was a realm where strength reigned supreme.
'It's the same in every world, strength will always prevail!'
As I observed their reactions, I couldn't help but harbor a hope—that these clans, with their unique talents and abilities, would one day produce exceptional shinobi.
Shinobi who would challenge not only the legends of this world but also the legacy of those two.
For it was the collision of two Shinobi Gods that would be recounted for at least hundreds of years.
Amidst my internal musings, Hashirama stepped forward, his voice carrying authority as he addressed the assembled clans.
"Esteemed patriarchs of the clans of Konohagakure," he began, his tone resolute.
"Allow me to introduce to you a guest of honor—an individual whose strength is comparable to Madara and I, and whose title speaks volumes.
He is known as 'The Ogre,' the patriarch of the Hanma Clan."
"Heh, I'm the only one in the Hanma clan, though," I smirked.
Hashirama's introduction was met with a hush of anticipation—a collective curiosity that hung in the air like a charged current.
They may not have known the full extent of my capabilities, but my title, 'The Ogre,' seemed to carry weight, a moniker that hinted at a formidable presence.
As I stood there, the representatives of the clans turned their attention to me, their eyes filled with a mixture of respect and wariness.
And so, amidst the watchful gazes and the weight of expectations, I acknowledged their presence with a nod, my gaze overbearing and unwavering.
"So, what will this meeting entail, hm?"
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