The moment Madara and Hashirama stepped onto the field, the Uchiha survivors erupted.
"Patriarch, why?! Why would the Uchiha… submit?"
Voices cracked between fury and heartbreak. You could feel the clan pride twisting in their throats.
Madara didn't flinch. His Mangekyō spun slowly, cold as a winter blade.
"This isn't surrender," he said. "We're joining Konoha. From today on… they're our allies."
The crowd wavered, unsure. That was when I stepped forward, chakra still thrumming like a broken generator under my skin.
"Listen up," I called. "Anyone who joins Konoha isn't bowing their head. You're choosing family. Once you step inside our walls, you're not an enemy. You're one of us."
My voice carried across the wreckage, bouncing off corpses and broken weapons.
For a second, no one moved.
Then someone dropped a kunai.
Another followed.
And the air shifted.
Some Uchiha still clutched their blades with shaking hands. Madara's gaze slid to them, and his eyes sharpened into pure, merciless command.
"If you won't lay down your weapons," he said, "you're traitors."
Silence froze the battlefield.
Madara didn't shout. He didn't need to. His eyes alone made grown warriors swallow their fear.
Sixteen more kunai clattered to the ground.
One by one, the rest followed.
Not through peace.
Through authority.
Through the will of a man who would rather break than bend.
When the last steel hit the dirt, I stepped to Madara and held out my hand.
"Welcome to Konoha."
Madara's expression twisted with a thousand things he'd never say aloud. He gripped my hand, firm and silent.
And just like that, the war that devoured the Land of Fire finally exhaled its last breath.
Shockwaves
When Madara returned to his clan lands, he stood before thousands and declared the impossible:
The Uchiha would join Konoha.
The news tore across the shinobi world like an explosive tag packed inside a hurricane.
One country. One village.
A dream until today.
The moment the Uchiha bent—no, chose—to align with the Senju and Amamiya, every other major faction panicked. If they didn't unify their own borders, Konoha would outgrow them, devour them, outpace them.
Even the great nations announced a one-year deadline to end their internal wars.
Fear is an efficient motivator.
And I, Amamiya Raizen, reincarnated corporate slave turned Warring States ninja, knew damn well what a real village meant:
central authority, structured training, shared resources, stable childhoods…
everything this blood-soaked era never gave us.
So we returned to Konoha and waited for the day the world changed.
December 3rd — The Day Konoha Became Real
Half the village crowded the gates, voices buzzing like a festival—except this was no festival.
This was history walking toward us.
"Look! They're coming!"
A black dot on the horizon grew into two massive banners, each whipping in the winter wind.
The Uchiha fan.
The Senju crest.
Behind them, thousands marched. Wagons groaned under crates of weapons, scrolls, armor, heirlooms—everything a clan needed to uproot and rebuild.
Even I had to admit, seeing both clans move as one column was… intimidating.
"Salute!" I shouted.
Konoha's cannons cracked in unison, booming like thunder as streams of bright fire spiraled into the sky.
Madara and Hashirama led from the front. For once, the two legends walked side-by-side without blades drawn.
"Raizen," Hashirama said with a warm grin. "We're finally here."
"Welcome home," I replied, raising both hands.
We clasped forearms—me, Hashirama, Madara. Three idiots buying a future with blood and stubborn hope.
"Your clan lands are ready," I added. "Prime location. Better than what my own clan gets, honestly."
Madara snorted. Hashirama laughed. The crowd behind them stirred with excitement as they marched in.
The People Watch
Whispers trailed the Uchiha like fleeing smoke.
"As expected, their aura is insane…"
"I heard their Sharingan kills anyone who sees it…"
"Look at their posture. Even their kids look dangerous."
Uchiha warriors pretended not to care, but their chests puffed up ever so slightly.
Meanwhile, Hashirama soaked in the cheers with the relief of a man who'd dreamed of peace his whole life.
"No more fighting," he murmured. "Everyone together… living like this… I'll protect it. No matter what."
In that moment, even I believed him.
Annals of the Warring States
The historians would later write:
At the end of the Warring States Period, the Uchiha and Senju fought their final battle in the wilderness. With Uchiha Madara's defeat and subsequent alliance, the Land of Fire unified. Thus began the one-country, one-village system… and the age of shinobi villages.
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