Naruto: Starting with Creating a Genius Persona

Chapter 131 We will fight to the end!

"Eighty years ago, in the Warring States period, when wars were frequent and human life was as cheap as grass, there was a young child standing in this place where I am now, looking out over this land."

Shinichi's voice was clear and steady, yet it seemed to carry a power that could transcend time.

"He saw ninja clans killing each other, hatred like chains, locking generation after generation in a vortex of blood and revenge."

"He saw children who should have been holding toys and laughing in their parents' arms being forced to pick up swords that were probably taller than themselves, their innocent faces stained with blood, and their bright eyes losing their light in the killing."

"He saw his comrades fall behind him, his loved ones pass away before his eyes, and the figures who were laughing and talking together yesterday have become a name on a cold tombstone today."

"He saw countless lives vanish like morning dew before the sun even rises."

"He has experienced more deeply than anyone else the pain of wanting to protect something but being powerless to do so."

"Thus, a dream arose in the heart of this child that seemed unattainable but illuminated the entire era that followed."

"I dream that one day, the ninja clans, entangled in a deep-seated feud and fighting each other, will be able to put aside the hatred that has flowed for hundreds of years, and that their children will be able to sit in the same classroom, share food under the same big tree, and entrust their backs to each other instead of aiming at each other's hearts."

In the area where the Uchiha clan was gathered, many people subconsciously tensed up slightly. Many teachers from the Ministry of Education and the Ninja Academy had complex expressions and deep gazes, as if they were seeing certain scenes.

"I dream that one day, children will not have to learn to hold a sword before they can read, nor will they have to be forced to understand death and killing before they can understand love and beauty. Their childhood should be filled with swings, cicadas, warm food, and the laughter of their companions."

In the crowd, many parents subconsciously reached out and gently embraced their children, tenderly stroking their hair.

"I dream that one day, ninjas from different clans and with different surnames will be able to stand side by side for a common belief and protection. The word 'comrade' means an absolute trust and a bond of life and death, and no longer someone from another clan who needs to be guarded against or a disposable item that may be sacrificed at any time."

In the area where the representatives of various ninja clans were gathered, many people subtly moved their own light, occasionally exchanging glances with people from other clans beside them before quickly looking away, and a complex and indescribable silence filled the air.

"I dream of one day building a place where all weary ninjas can lay down their swords and rest in peace, a home where all the common people who are displaced in this chaotic world can find refuge and live in peace and prosperity, a place where dreams..."

This place, a fertile ground where laughter, hope, and the future can take root and flourish, will stand like a towering tree, sheltering all those who yearn for peace and tranquility from the wind and rain.

Upon hearing this, the eyes of all the Konoha villagers in the square unconsciously changed, and a deeper, warmer emotion welled up in their eyes.

"This dream was so grand and so difficult that it might have seemed like a child's wild dream to people at the time."

"But this child, with this dream in mind, step by step, became a great ninja."

"This great ninja, along with his brother, his close friend, his comrades, and countless pioneers who shared the same vision, pursued this dream with all their strength, wisdom, and even their lives!"

"The Hidden Leaf Village was born!"

"And this child is the First Hokage!"

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone unconsciously raised their heads, looking at the First Hokage's dignified and kind face on the Hokage Rock, and then looked around at the familiar streets, houses, shops, and the neighbors and friends who also lived here.

A warm current, a mixture of gratitude, recognition, and a strong sense of belonging, silently spread and resonated among the silent crowd.

All of this everyday life, this ordinary tranquility, began with a child's dream, an incredibly precious dream, even ridiculed as naive, in that bloody era eighty years ago.

"Today we stand before the statues of this great ninja and his two great successors who carried on his will, gathered where the gaze of countless martyrs who sacrificed themselves for this dream rests upon us!"

Shinichi's voice suddenly rose, clear yet full of power, echoing in the air above the square.

"Eighty years have passed, allowing a seed buried only in our hearts to grow into a towering tree! Konoha Village has become our shared home, a symbol of peace and prosperity in the ninja world. The First Hokage's dream has, in many ways, become a tangible reality. Children can learn in schools instead of fighting on the battlefield, ninjas from different clans can fight side by side, and civilians can live and work in peace within the walls!"

His radiant light swept across every face below, immersed in remembrance and emotion, before his tone abruptly shifted, carrying a somber yet powerful force: "But today, we must confront a cruel truth!"

"Some people, some forces, have never understood, and refuse to understand, the preciousness and greatness of this dream! They only see the richness of our homeland, only see the peace of our lives, and regard this as wealth to be plundered, weakness to be trampled on!"

"Living amidst wind, sand, and barrenness, they believe it's only natural to plunder fertile land!"

"They are trapped between mountains and valleys, and therefore believe that encroaching on the fertile plains is the right of the strong!"

"Despite their internal conflicts and distorted rule, they attempted to divert the flames of war to the outside world, using the blood of others to extinguish the fires within themselves!"

"They see us cherishing our families and assume we fear sacrifice! They see us loving peace and assume we are weak and easily bullied! They see us building our homes and assume they are granaries and treasure troves prepared for them!"

Shinichi's voice grew increasingly impassioned, each word like a heavy hammer striking people's hearts: "But they were wrong! Utterly wrong!"

We cherish because we know the pain of loss! We love because we have witnessed the abyss of hatred! We build because we firmly believe that labor and wisdom can create the future!

"The dream of the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, was not to make us bow our heads in the face of swords! The system established by the Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju, was not a sandcastle that would crumble in the face of invasion! The peace protected by the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, was not a tribute to be taken at will!"

He opened his arms as if to embrace the entire Leaf Village, his voice piercing the sky: "We gather here today, looking up at the glory of our ancestors, not to seek solace in memories, nor to bow our heads in the face of the coming storm!"

"We stand here to declare to the entire ninja world!"

"The seed of dreams sown by the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, has taken deep root in the blood and soul of every Konoha person after eighty years of trials and tribulations!"

"It has never faded, never withered, and! It will be carried on by our generation, with our lives, our blood, and..."

We should dedicate everything to defending it and protecting every ordinary happiness it fosters!

"We fight not to enjoy the thrill of conquest, nor to plunder the wealth of others!"

"We fight so that the flowers of Konoha can continue to bloom next spring!"

"It is so that the laughter of children returning home from school can always be clear and unpolluted by war and wailing!"

"It's so that the lights can stay burning brightly during family reunions, warming every returning loved one!"

"So that the precious, hard-won, everyday days we love can continue!"

"It is precisely because we possess that we understand the pain of loss even more, and therefore our will to protect is more resolute than anyone else's!"

"It is precisely because we love that we understand the cost of hatred all the more, and therefore our counterattack is sharper than anyone else's!"

"The riches of the Land of Fire were cultivated by our ancestors with their sweat and wisdom! The peace of Konoha was won by our martyrs with their lives and forged with their faith! Every inch of this land, every bit of tranquility, is soaked with the blood, sweat, and prayers of our ancestors!"

"If someone insists on forcing war upon us! If someone insists on using iron and fire to trample on everything we cherish!"

"Then, this is my answer, and the answer of everyone in Konoha!"

"We will fight on the border! We will fight in the forests and rivers! We will fight on the mountains and plains!"

"We will never surrender! We will never yield!"

No matter how long and arduous the road, no matter how fierce and brutal the battle, no matter what price must be paid!

"We will fight to the very end!"

"Until the dawn of victory shines upon our homeland once more!"

"Until the bells of peace once again resound across the ninja world!"

"Because behind us lies our homeland, and there is no turning back!"

"Konoha will never fall!"

"The Will of Fire, live on forever!"

As the last word faded, Shinichi withdrew his outstretched arms and stood quietly. On the high platform, only the sound of the cold wind whistling past the flagpole remained.

The square was deathly silent.

Hundreds of thousands of people seemed to be held breathless at the same time, staring blankly up at the figure on the high platform.

After a brief silence, it seemed as if all emotions, passion, anger, and determination had been compressed to their extreme in that moment, needing a breakthrough.

boom!!!

The silent dam was completely breached! Emotions that had been suppressed to the extreme erupted like a tsunami!

"Long live Konoha!!"

"Long live the Land of Fire!!"

"Fight to the very end!!"

"Protect our home!!"

"The Will of Fire endures!!"

"Long live Konoha! Long live the Land of Fire!!"

The shouts were initially somewhat uneven, but they quickly coalesced into a unified, powerful wave that crashed against the sky again and again.

"Long live!!"

"Long live!!"

"Long live!!!"

The sound shook the surrounding fields and soared to the heavens.

The roars of men, the screams of women, the hoarse cries of the elderly, the clear shouts of young people—hundreds of thousands of voices converged into one, a violent wave of sound containing the same will, soaring into the sky!

The roar was so intense that it seemed even the high platform was trembling slightly, and even the leaden-gray clouds in the sky were about to be dispersed by this boiling public opinion and fighting spirit!

In this boiling ocean, Obito Uchiha opened his mouth wide and shouted desperately along with the people around him. His cheeks were red with excitement. He didn't know why he was shouting or what he was shouting. He only knew that he had to shout it out and that he had to shout it out with all his might!

Nohara Rin clutched her clothes tightly, tears welling in her eyes, her lips moving as she shouted along with the crowd.

Kakashi quietly watched the figure on the high platform, and then looked at his surging compatriots around him, his gaze flickering with a complex yet bright light.

Behind the platform, the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, gazed at the boiling sea of ​​public opinion below, and at the back of the boy who stood alone on the stage, bearing all the cheers and attention.

He slowly and deeply inhaled a puff of smoke, then exhaled. Amidst the swirling smoke, his eyes were incredibly deep and complex, containing relief, decisiveness, and a hint of regret.

At this moment, the boy who caused all of this—Shinichi Higashino—is still standing in front of the microphone.

A deafening roar of "Long live the Emperor!" swept over him, almost engulfing him, while the wind whipped his clothes and hair.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, meeting the hundreds of thousands of fiery gazes, his face showing little excitement, only a deep calm.

But deep within his consciousness, a feeling far more real than cheering was stirring within him.

The words representing the "Charm (Green)" entry were teetering on the brink of collapse, then shattered with a crash.

A pure, deep azure light suddenly burst forth, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, stretching out and replacing the original green halo, hovering stably in the sequence of talent attributes.

[Demeanor (Blue): You have begun to cultivate an intangible leadership style. Your words and actions naturally carry a convincing authority and persuasive power, making others feel at ease and trusting in your presence, and more inclined to agree with your views and follow your guidance and arrangements.]

No one knew what had happened, but in that instant, everyone looking at the platform felt a sudden jolt.

The boy's figure remained standing in the same spot, his posture still upright, but in everyone's eyes, something subtle and profound had happened.

It seemed like a natural focal point, a natural point of convergence for some kind of will.

It was as if his presence was something perfectly natural.

It was as if his words were the truth that should be followed.

"Long live!!"

After a brief moment of excitement, the shouts that swept through the entire venue did not diminish; instead, they seemed to be injected with purer and more intense fuel, suddenly soaring to a new peak!

Even more frenzied!

More unified!

And we are even more determined to go forward!

On the high platform, the three Hokage closest to Shinichi—the Third Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi, Koharu Utatane, and Homura Mitokado—were all stunned at almost the same time.

As they gazed at the boy's still-childish yet resolute profile, time seemed to flow backward.

It's as if I can see the same man who stood here decades ago, the same man who made the whole village boil with excitement.

Further away, in a secluded corner, Shimura Danzo stood quietly.

His gaze pierced through the crowd, through the cold wind, through all the noise, and landed on the boy's face.

His gloomy face was devoid of any expression.

But something in those eyes was trembling slightly.

A moment later, Shinichi stepped back, and the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, finally came to his senses. He took a deep breath and broke free from the brief sense of disorientation.

His eyes sharpened like an eagle's once more, and he took a steady step forward, returning to the microphone. He raised his hand and pressed it down.

As if by magic, the deafening cheers began to subside rapidly, like the receding tide, and everyone held their breath, looking at him, waiting for the final command.

The Third Hokage's gaze swept across the entire hall, over every face that was filled with excitement, determination, or tension. He solemnly declared, "I, Hiruzen Sarutobi, in the name of the Third Hokage of Konoha and the Supreme Military Commander of the Land of Fire, hereby formally declare!"

"From this moment forward, the Land of Fire and Konoha Village!"

"Enter a state of war!"

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