Book One: The Rise of the Blue-Haired Devil.

      " Hello Mi... If you are reading this, it means that I have died for one reason or another. Don't be saddened by my death, for death is only a part of the journey, albeit the final one... If you want to honour my memory, then don't go to avenge me, don't do anything stupid, and just live... live the life of an ordinary ninja who loves his village. My brother and Hashirama opened a new stage in the history of the world. Hidden villages are something unknown. They hold many unsolved mysteries and riddles, most of which your generation will have to find answers to. I may not be able to enjoy this new world, but you will. I wish I could say that there will be no wars in the world at this point in history, but that is not true. Well, I don't really know how things will go on, but I feel... not like this... I am not left with a warrior's feeling... as it was before... in the times of clan wars, but this feeling... it is different at the same time... hard to explain. I am writing this letter on the day of Konoha's founding, for it was today that I learnt of my illness. The clan doctors are throwing up their hands, not understanding where I got so many heart problems from... just a year ago I didn't have any, however I know why this is happening... my eyes... I can feel them sucking something more valuable than chakra out of me... life force or something... Every use of Mangekyo sharingan presses me with a new force, so I try to use it less often. Especially Susano... to be honest, this absolute defence was easy for me from the beginning, but I used it too often... the price for the power in my case is too high... Value your life Mie, because it's the most important thing you have. Keep your wife safe from misfortune and smile more often... a frown suits you, but your smile is much more important to your loved ones. I know that you are ready to do anything for your relatives, but understand a simple thing... sometimes you need to show understanding and sympathy to your enemies... you can't always be ruthless and cruel - it will lead you to the very edge... to the slope in front of the ravine, where you will constantly stand before the choice - good or evil.... I know it sounds banal and wrong, especially in this cruel and unfair world, but you have to realise that injustice comes from strong and powerful individuals, the rest of the people, even if they have some personality of their own, can't do anything about it.... to get out of society... out of the herd of people whose opinions are no longer theirs, and they don't even realise it, - it is extremely difficult... it is not enough to have a gift or talent... in this case you also need luck... I have seen many people who were able to go against the opinion of society, but they were not able to withstand the oppression of former friends and acquaintances... they broke down... these people saw only one way out of the situation - it was suicide. Perhaps these were unnecessary words, for you are no longer the same... no longer the child that grew up with your parents all your childhood, enjoying every day and forgetting how fleeting time is... once you got into the arena, you lost a part of your humanity that tells you to feel sorry for yourself and pity for your enemies.... I wouldn't have written about it if I hadn't seen the fire of life in your eyes... you didn't become a soulless puppet in this abode of man's vices... you only got better after that, so even then I realised that a great destiny awaits you. I may be putting a very big burden on your shoulders, but I ask you to stop the war that is likely to come to us... I know that it is inevitable... I will no longer be able to help you in this important matter, but if you succeed, you will get the very... desired peace... you want it, don't you? Yes...I saw it in your eyes back then...the first time we met. It wasn't hard for me to tell, because I was the same way... I had many chances to retire, but I didn't take them because my clan needed my power... perhaps you will have a similar situation in the future, but I ask you... don't leave the world... don't retire until you are sure that the shinobi villages are ready to live peacefully. I doubt there will be anyone else in the future capable of calling all the villages to peace."       I read the page of the letter. It was sad and sad at the same time. Tears began to well up in my eyes, but I quickly wiped away the signs of weakness. Izuna believed in me. He wanted me to change this world for the better. I will do my best. I may still be weaker than the Shinobi Gods, but I'm not going to stop in my development. Someday I will not only destroy the gap between us, but I will surge ahead, because now I have a purpose in this world. Only one thing I don't understand... why didn't you, my dear Izuna, inform me of your illness? Didn't want to worry me? Tobirama, Hashirama and Madara knew all about it. What could I have done, though? My chakra isn't meant to heal others, though I could try. I wish I could study Izuna's body, or at least see the results of his analyses. I am a master of surgery, after all. Perhaps I could save him... I turned the sheet over. There were a few lines crossed out, but the rest struck me to the core.       '' Be careful. Mie, I don't know what's going on, but Madara has started to change... he's distancing himself from me.... I thought it was because of my illness, however his attitude has changed to almost everything... he started to ignore most threats from Tobirama and only occasionally responded to Hashirama's words... I've never seen him like this... withdrawn? I don't know... maybe I started raving before he died... most likely yes... Be careful!"       This part of the letter was clearly written separately from the main part where the friend was trying to comfort me and even admonish me. It's more like Izuna's soul cry. It doesn't sound like my friend. He's too intuitive to behave like that, which means something strange happened at the time of his death.       I stayed in the hospital for another three days, recovering my physical condition. And during that time, I realised what I was going to do next. All the time until Mito's wedding, I would investigate what had happened. There are too many inconsistencies. Why didn't Madara suffer from the same disease as Izuna? They're brothers. They share the same blood. Was Izuna born weaker from the beginning? That would explain a lot, but I don't believe that Madara didn't get a kick out of using his eyes, because he used the power of the superior sharingan far more often than Izuna. Every fight he had with Hashirama forced him to use the forbidden power. Without Madara's body, I have no answers. The first thing I did was go to the hokage's office, which was located in the centre of the village in a large and beautiful residence.       - Come in! - A familiar voice came from the door after I knocked.       - Tobirama herself. - I greeted my acquaintance.       - Mie? You've already been discharged. It's a little early, but okay. What are you doing here? - The younger Senju said with a little surprise.       - I want to do my own investigation about that day. - I said, changing my tone to a more confident and serious one.       - That's unnecessary. I've already done it. - replied the albino calmly. He rummaged through his desk for a few seconds and pulled out a thick folder, handing it to me.       - I'll familiarise myself with it, but I'd like to see the bodies of Madara and Izuna. - I said in the same tone of voice.       - You'll have to talk to the Uchiha about Izuna's body. They wouldn't even let me look at it, but I was able to take Madara's body away from them as the body of a traitor. I have it now, but I won't show it to you until after work. Come see me tonight. - The Hokage clarified the situation as he began to sort through the documents again. With that last action, Tobirama signalled that the conversation was over, and there was no point in further communication. I knew he had a lot to do, so I decided to visit Mito first. In fact, I forgot a very important thing by going to the Uzumaki clan's quarter first. That's where Mito lived before her engagement to Hashirama's son, so I wasted twenty minutes of my time for nothing. The Senju quarter was in the centre of the village, so I had to stomp in the opposite direction. I could of course quickly run across the rooftops to the desired location, however I didn't feel like it. I enjoyed the slow and leisurely walk through the village. Konoha was a beautiful village. It was very different from my home village. It had more recreational facilities than ours. Mist Village was originally designed to be a military facility. I understood and accepted that. In the eyes of the rich men of the world, the daimyo, all the ninjas in the world are just tools for the task at hand. When they saw the benefits in establishing a ninja village, they rushed to invest, only to be repaid tenfold later. Stinginess will ruin them. I don't want strong ninjas to buckle under the system. Strength must be for the greater good, otherwise it becomes devalued. The current system in this world proves that. Even great... even legendary ninjas like Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju were forced to stand under the banners of the Fire Nation, which belongs to the daima. Yes, in the long run they only benefited because of this, however it is wrong in nature. The rich commands the poor, dictating their will, while lacking the power to do so. Fixing this will be much more difficult than it seems at first glance. With such serious thoughts about the current problems of my world, I knocked on the wooden door, behind which I heard footsteps....