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QUESTION:- WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT OBITO....I MEAN I CONSIDER HIM BIGGEST SIMP? BUT WHAT ABOUT YOU?
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While Arata was happy that he would finally get answers from the system, he just couldn't sleep that night. He kept tossing and turning in his Tatami bed, full of excitement.
Inside him, Kurama was wide awake too. He could feel Arata's emotions buzzing like fireworks.
"Why is this brat so happy all of a sudden?" Kurama thought, raising an eyebrow.
The Nine-Tails twitched his ear in irritation. "Don't tell me… he's excited just to annoy me?"
His big fluffy tail started swaying like a bored puppy's. Even Kurama was confused.
Meanwhile, at the center of the village, inside the Hokage Tower—there was a special meeting happening.
A big steel-covered room, built to handle serious talks and strong jutsu. It was the council meeting room.
Inside, Madara Uchiha, the current Hokage, sat calmly at his desk. Right beside him was Hashirama Senju, acting as the "shadow Hokage," or the second in command.
The room was filled with the leaders of all major clans in Konoha. The atmosphere was heavy but respectful.
Madara stood up and spoke with his usual sharp tone, "All of you had three days to think about the academy. Have you made your decisions?"
Hashirama nodded and added with a smile, "Yes, tomorrow is the opening of the Ninja Academy. So we're hoping you can give a clear answer now."
They both looked around the room.
The clan leaders were from all over—Hatake clan, Hyuga clan, Saraswati clan, Nara, Akimichi, Yamanaka, Senju, and more.
Tobirama stood for the Senju clan. Izuna Uchiha represented the Uchiha. Haruno Shimura was there for the Shimura clan. Shiro Aburame sat quietly for the Aburame. Tatsuka Ijinoka was for the Ijinoka clan. Asaki Kurama represented the Kurama clan. And Ashina Uzumaki stood proudly for the Uzumaki.
Yes, the Uzumaki clan had a place in Konoha now.
Why? Simple. Arata did it. He made sure to bring them close—so he could build a good bond and protect them in the future. That was his silent plan.
Right now, half the Uzumaki clan still lived on their island homeland, but the other half stayed in Konoha.
The Hatake clan had Kirishima Hatake. The Hyuga clan was represented by Hagami Hyuga. The Sarutobi clan had Sasuke Sarutobi. The Yamanaka clan had Asayagi Yamanaka. From the Nara clan came the always tired Shikara Nara. And from the Akimichi clan was Charuza Akimichi, already munching on a stick of dango.
There were also smaller clans, like the Uzuki clan, who had already agreed to join the academy plan. It made sense—they didn't have much influence and saw this as a chance to grow stronger.
But the bigger clans were still unsure. They had doubts.
What if their clan's techniques got stolen?
What if someone used friendship just to betray them?
They weren't wrong to be cautious.
Still, after three days, most of them realized they had no real choice. They had seen what Madara and Hashirama could do. And deep down, they knew—this academy would shape the future.
Then suddenly, Asayagi Yamanaka stood up.
"The Yamanaka clan agrees."
Shikara Nara gave a lazy sigh. "What a drag… but yeah, Nara clan agrees too."
While chewing on dango, Charuza Akimichi nodded. "Akimichi clan agrees."
Tobirama adjusted his collar and said flatly, "Senju clan already agreed."
Izuna crossed his arms with a smirk. "Uchiha clan supports the plan too."
Tobirama looked around the room with a serious face.
"We will also send Arata Senju, the next head of the Senju clan, to the Ninja Academy," he said calmly.
Izuna Uchiha stepped forward right after.
"Uchiha clan will send Kagami Uchiha to the academy too," he said with confidence.
Hearing that both the Senju and Uchiha—the two biggest clans who founded Konoha—agreed to send their kids, the other clans started to think deeply.
If these two were okay with it, then maybe it wasn't a bad idea after all.
The Hyuga clan head looked at everyone and finally said, "The Hyuga clan also agrees."
Then, Sasuke Sarutobi stood up and said with a big smile, "Sarutobi clan agrees too. I'll send my son, Sarutobi Hiruzen."
The moment Hiruzen's name was mentioned, Tobirama's eyes widened. He froze for a second like he had just been hit in the stomach. His face showed a flash of pain—but he quickly looked down and didn't say anything.
One by one, all the clans started agreeing. In the end, everyone gave the green light.
They had made one big decision—each clan would send their chosen heirs or young shinobi to the academy.
"Very good," said Hashirama with a proud smile.
He stood up and looked at everyone.
"Ninja Academy training starts tomorrow. I hope to see the children of your clans at the opening ceremony."
Madara nodded beside him, and both of them smiled as they stood together. They had dreamed of this moment—a future where children from every clan trained together, side by side.
Seeing all the clan heads agree, Hashirama and Madara felt something warm inside. It wasn't just politics—it was hope.
Their dream was slowly becoming real.
The next morning...
BONK!
Arata woke up with a big smack on the head.
"Ow! Kacchan, what was that for?!" he shouted, rubbing his head in pain.
His mom, Mito Uzumaki, stood beside him. Her long Red hair had split into nine parts like it had a mind of its own, floating around like she was in some final boss form.
Her expression was strict, but her eyes had that motherly glow.
"What happened? You're gonna be late! The academy starts in half an hour!" she yelled, hands on her hips.
"WHAT?!" Arata jumped out of bed so fast, the blanket flew like a jutsu blast.
"I already made breakfast. Go eat and hurry!" Mito said, crossing her arms.
Arata vanished from the bed using sunshine jutsu, leaving only dust behind.
Mito let out a tired sigh.
"This kid… He's strong enough to match his father," she muttered with a small smile, "but still just as clumsy as his Father."
Outside, Arata ran out of the Senju compound with half a boiled egg still in his mouth.
He looked excited, his eyes shining like Naruto going to the New ramen shop
As he walked toward the academy, he saw many parents guiding their kids—some were from big clans, some were civilians. But all of them had smiles on their faces.
Arata felt a bit nervous.