SON OF HASIRAMA-SENJU

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As Arata finished speaking, Madara suddenly burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha! Hashirama, you've Birthed a good son! A fine one indeed!" Madara said with a grin.

Now that peace was finally established, Madara could finally be honest about his feelings. Their friendship had always been there, hidden beneath duty and war. But now… he could show it openly.

Hashirama looked at Madara with a smile. But then… he went silent.

That silence was noticed by everyone.

Madara, Tobirama, Arata, and Izuna all stared at Hashirama as his face turned strangely serious.

Then, Hashirama spoke.

"Yes, About Arata … I.... I didn't give birth to him."

"...What?"

Silence.

Then—

"WHAT?!"x4

Everyone—Madara, Izuna, Tobirama, and even Arata—shouted in shock.

"What do you mean, Brother?!" Tobirama demanded, his usual cool demeanor breaking.

Madara and Izuna looked equally stunned. Even Arata, the supposed victim of this revelation, was left speechless.

Hashirama, with the wisdom of a great sage, slowly nodded his head as if deep in thought.

"Yes," he said solemnly. "I did not give birth to Arata… Mito did."

Silence.

Then—

THUD! x 4

All four of them comically collapsed to the ground.

Madara was the first to get up. Dusting himself off, he let out a sigh before laughing again.

"You haven't changed at all, Hashirama," Madara said, shaking his head.

Hashirama grinned. "Of course not, my friend!"

But then, Hashirama's expression became thoughtful. "That was a good question, though," he admitted.

"When Arata was just one year old, I noticed something strange. He was… too smart for a normal child. At first, I didn't think much of it. But when I thought about this more at first i thought someone cast Genjutsu on Arata so i looked deeper into his mind and in his memories, I couldn't find anything unusual. So I assumed… he was simply more intelligent than me."

Hashirama paused. "Maybe he got it from Mito's side," he added, nodding wisely.

The others also nodded, as if this made sense.

But while they were talking… Arata stood there.

Completely frozen.

His face was blank.

His soul had left his body.

Because deep inside, all he could think was—

"Damn it! I almost got exposed!"

Arata stood there, his face blank. He couldn't believe how stupid he had been.

When he first arrived in this isekai world, he thought he could act like some overpowered protagonist—acting cool, showing off his intelligence, and looking like a genius. But now…

His father had already checked his mind?!

And somehow, Hashirama found nothing unusual?

"Wait… how? I have memories of my past life from birth! How did he not see them?"

As Arata panicked, a familiar voice echoed in his head.

"That would be because of me, Host."

"Huh? What do you mean, System? Explain!" Arata asked in his mind.

"Simple. When you were born, you had a child's brain, and that child's instincts influenced your actions. Even though you had your past life's memories, your body and mind were too weak to process them properly."

"Okay… but what about my father? Why didn't he find my past life's memories when he checked?"

"Because I blocked them."

"You blocked them?! How?"

"Host, I have been inside you since birth. Even before I fully awakened, I was able to shield your memories. But doing so drained my energy, and I had to shut down. That's why I wasn't active until you turned ten."

Arata's eyes twitched.

"Wait… so all this time, you were just sleeping inside me?!"

"Not exactly. I was recovering. And when you turned ten, I finally had enough energy to fully awaken and merge with you properly. That way, you wouldn't suffer from any backlash."

Arata let out a deep sigh.

"Well… that explains everything."

Then, after a moment of silence, he muttered—

"Thanks, System."

Madara had never thought about marriage, let alone having a child. The whole idea felt strange to him as he blushed .

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Madara decided to change the topic. He turned to Arata and said,

"Alright, tell me what you're suggesting."

Arata snapped out of his thoughts.

"Ah, yes, Uncle! What I was saying—"

Madara raised an eyebrow at the word Uncle, but he didn't say anything. It was the first time someone from the Senju clan had ever called him that.

Izuna was also curious. A ten-year-old kid, coming up with such ideas? This boy was definitely different.

Tobirama, too, was paying close attention. His nephew had already surprised him today, and now he was wondering what new madness Arata was going to say.

All four of them—Madara, Izuna, Hashirama, and Tobirama—were now staring at Arata.

And under all those serious gazes, Arata suddenly felt embarrassed.

But he coughed and continued,

"Uncle Madara, I was thinking… Since our Senju and Uchiha clans are uniting, why don't we encourage intermarriage between our clans?"

Madara's eyes narrowed slightly. "Go on."

Arata nodded. "If we completely unite our clans, we'll be unbreakable! Even if outsiders try to separate us, they won't be able to!"

Tobirama frowned. "You think other clans will try to interfere?"

Arata grinned. "Of course, Uncle Tobirama! You think they'll just sit back and watch two of the strongest clans join together? They'll definitely try to stop us!"

Hashirama hummed in agreement. "That… does make sense."

Arata continued excitedly, "That's why I think intermarriage is the best way! If Uchiha and Senju become one big family, no one can break us apart! And think about it—Uchiha's Sharingan, Senju's massive chakra and regeneration—if we combine them, we'll be unstoppable!"

Then he smiled brightly at Madara.

"So, Uncle, what do you think?"

For a moment, there was complete silence.

Then—

"..."

Madara stared at Arata. Izuna stared at Arata. Tobirama stared at Arata. Hashirama? He was already crying about how smart his son was.

And Arata?

He just stood there, grinning like an idiot, waiting for an answer.