Naruto: In the name of the Senju, he made the ninja world tremble.

The warm autumn sun shone through the maple leaves in the Senju clan's courtyard, casting dappled golden shadows on the bluestone slabs. In the center of the courtyard, dozens of low tables were arranged in a row, and people were gathered around them, discussing something with great interest.

Although Qianyu sat quietly at the end of the seat with his body ramrod straight, only he knew what kind of torture he was going through. Just when he felt he was about to faint from hunger, a strange, rich fragrance suddenly seemed to have grown wings and rushed into his nose.

It was the sweet aroma of fried rice cakes and red bean soup intertwined, which caused Qianyu's tense rationality to begin to collapse involuntarily. It was as if countless small hands were impatiently trying to burst out of her eyes and rush towards the source of the aroma.

He stiffly turned his neck, looking in the direction of the fragrance, and saw several women dressed as maids, each carrying a tray, walking towards their seats with smiles. This made the boys, including Qianyu, happy. At this age, their bodies are very active and they expend a lot of energy, so these snacks came at just the right time.

The clan elder who was presiding over the meeting saw this scene. Although it was against the rules, he recognized that it was Lady Tao Hua's personal maid, so he didn't say anything.

So all that could be seen was Qianyu sitting there upright and dignified, but his hands moved with the speed of a hand seal, moving at an astonishing speed the moment the other party placed the pastries on the table.

The golden-brown fried rice cakes were crispy on the outside and soft and chewy on the inside. The fried meatballs were juicy and bursting with flavor. The red bean soup was sweet but not cloying, and the warm broth slid down his throat, soothing his hungry stomach.

Several boys of similar age sitting next to him were initially eating cautiously, but when they noticed Qianyu's actions, they all gradually relaxed and happily ate their snacks.

"So he was hungry? No wonder he seemed different from what the intelligence report said."

Sitting next to Granny Momoka, Tsunade secretly took out a beautiful little sake bottle, took a sip, and then looked relieved. "Granny, it's time. I'll go greet the teachers now."

As she spoke, she got up and left while Senju Momoka was drowsy. The old lady was really old. Although she was slow in her movements in the backyard, she was in good spirits. But now, after sitting for only a short while, she was already feeling weak.

Hearing Tsunade leave, Senju Momoka slowly opened her eyes. After glancing at the group outside who were tidying up their clothes to welcome the Third Hokage, she returned to her drowsy state to avoid giving anyone any reason to overthink things.

Having finally managed to soothe his stomach with fried rice cakes and red bean soup, Chiba learned of the Third Hokage's arrival as everyone stood up. He straightened his clothes and stood behind the crowd, quietly watching the controversial Third Hokage.

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The early autumn air was already slightly cool, but within the high walls of the Uchiha clan's territory, the hearts of the Uchiha clan members were even colder than the weather.

When villagers pass by outside the wall, they always subconsciously quicken their pace. Their evasive gazes are like sharp thorns, piercing the sensitive hearts of every Uchiha clansman.

In the dimly lit council hall of the clan, the candlelight flickered, casting shadows on both sides of Fugaku Uchiha's face. He sat in the main seat, his fingertips lightly tapping the table, his gaze fixed on the boy in clan attire below him.

"Shisui," Fugaku's voice was deep and carried an undeniable authority, "The Nine-Tails' rampage has deepened the village's suspicion of us. You are the most talented junior in the clan, and I have recommended you to the Third Hokage to join the Anbu, hoping that you can mediate the conflict between the two sides."

Shisui's body stiffened slightly. He raised his head, his Sharingan eyes calm and unwavering, showing neither surprise nor resistance.

He was already aware of the clan's predicament and understood the village's concerns. He also hoped to reconcile the relationship between the clan and the village. This was the task assigned to him by the clan chief, and it was also his own wish.

"I understand." Shisui's voice was gentle, yet carried a firmness beyond his years. "I will join the Dark Side."

A hint of approval flashed in Fugaku's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by deep worry. "You must remember that you are a member of the Uchiha clan. In the Anbu, you must not only serve the village, but also fight for the status and respect that your clan deserves."

"Don't worry, clan leader, Shisui understands." Shisui nodded gently.

Seeing this, Fugaku Uchiha breathed a slight sigh of relief. He knew that many clan members were growing increasingly dissatisfied with the village, especially after the release of clan elder Setsuna Uchiha. This elder, who had a history of betrayal, was now becoming the de facto leader of the hawks. In contrast, he had to side with the doves in order to maintain balance.

"Hopefully we can find a solution that satisfies both sides, or at the very least, ensure that Mikoto and the other two are not affected."

As Shisui walked away, Fugaku Uchiha thought to himself.

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Qianyu felt that something was wrong with his body. He felt a strange weakness in his body, not physical strength or chakra, but a weakness in his very essence.

"My mind is clear, and my body and chakra flow are fine. Could it be..." Thinking this, Qianyu quietly hid in a corner where no one was watching, closed her eyes, and used a hypnotic technique to put herself into a short sleep.

In the dark space, Chiba landed in front of Mori no Chiba, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground. The other party looked at the chakra flames in front of him with a heavy expression. He put his hands into the chakra flames, as if he was supporting something.

"Your body is in trouble. There was something wrong with the food you just ate. It contained a drug that could extinguish the power of your bloodline. You've been set up."

Sen no Chiba's words made Chiba frown. He hadn't expected to encounter such a thing, but why was that?

My body and bloodline are only beneficial to the Senju clan, and Senju Momoka is also a good friend of my grandfather Miki. Grandpa Yunhua's attitude towards me also shows that Senju Momoka should not have attacked me. So it must be for other reasons.

Thinking of this, Chiyu thought of today's gathering, a family gathering, and the guest was the third generation.

"Chiba Mori, do not stop the bloodline from succumbing!"

Upon hearing the original body's command, Mori no Chiba immediately withdrew his hands. The next moment, he became drowsy, struggling to open his eyes to look at Chiba. "Original body, take care!"

After saying that, Sen no Chiba sat cross-legged on the ground as if she had turned into a stone statue.

When Qianyu opened his eyes again, he ignored the boy of the same age next to him who was giving him a thumbs up. The boy was very impressed that he could still sleep in such a situation.

Chiyu looked up at Senju Momoka, who was sitting in the main seat chatting and laughing with the Third Hokage. The other party still looked extremely old and exuded an aura of decay.

However, after what had just happened, Qianyu's wariness of this old man reached its peak. How could someone who could survive the chaotic Warring States period be simple?

Older gingers are more spicy.