"I must protect what is ours. No, I must protect my village. Whatever happens, I still firmly believe that protecting the village is the most important thing. I will protect the people and children in the village. Even if they're my friends, my brothers, or even my descendants, I will never spare anyone who dares to make an enemy of the village!" Senju Hashirama stood behind Madara, gripping the hilt of the blade piercing his chest, and spoke with unwavering resolve.
"No, Grandpa, you're wrong. Although I admire your selfless spirit, if the village truly stands against our clan, then, Grandpa, in my eyes, a village like that has no reason to exist..." Not far from Senju Hashirama, a figure with a youthful face silently thought the same thing, his gaze just as resolute.
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It's been ** years now and you still haven't updated it