SON OF HASIRAMA-SENJU

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As Hashirama's Watched clone watched as Arata suddenly collapsed, falling toward the tree.

"Huh? This shouldn't be happening…"

He had already returned most of the chakra Arata used back to him, so why did he pass out?

With a swift movement, Hashirama's clone caught his son before he hit the ground. He looked down at Arata's unconscious face and sighed.

"This kid… he actually pushed himself to his maximum limit. Even after I returned his chakra, the strain still knocked him out…"

He shook his head and chuckled.

"What a desperate child. He really wanted to defeat me, huh? But still… his strength is not bad. No, he's actually very powerful."

Hashirama's clone narrowed his eyes in thought.

"Aside from me, Tobirama, Madara, and Izuna, no one else in the ninja world is this strong at his age."

He frowned.

"But if he ever meets Madara… or Izuna… then he will die. Those two are monsters. As long as he avoids them, no one else can kill him."

With that thought, Hashirama's clone hugged Arata's exhausted body, feeling his faint breathing against his chest. A small smile appeared on his face.

Then, with a light jump, he leaped toward his original body.

Meanwhile, the Senju clan members who had been watching the fight were still in shock.

"It's over… But did you see that?!"

One of the elite jonin gasped, his eyes wide.

"The young lord is unbelievably strong at such a young age!"

Another jonin nodded. "Yeah… I mean, look at me. I'm an elite jonin of our clan, and I still don't think I can beat him in a fight."

A third one sighed. "Same here. I'm also an elite jonin, but… I have no confidence against him. Though, back in my prime, when I was at half-Kage level, maybe I could've won. But now? I'm too old…"

An elder chuckled. "It's really exciting, isn't it? Watching our current clan head and our future clan head fight like this?"

Another clan member pointed at the battlefield. "Yeah, look at the training ground! It's in complete chaos. So much destruction… But still, it was amazing to watch!"

The others nodded.

"Yes, yes! Glory to the Senju Clan!"

As all the Senju members talked among themselves, they felt something deep in their hearts—hope.

Their young lord, Arata, was already so strong. Even elite jonin were doubting their chances against him. And he was still growing.

If he continued like this, then in the future…

"He will at least reach the level of our clan head, Lord Hashirama."

The thought made them excited.

After all, in this warring period, the strength of a ninja was divided into many levels:

Normal Clansmen

Genin

Elite Genin

Jonin

Elite Jonin

Half-Shadow

Shadow

Super-Shadow

God-Level

And finally… Six Path level

Currently, there were only two gods in this era—

Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju.

And below them, in the Super-Shadow level, stood their Second Lord, Tobirama Senju, and the Uchiha Clan's second-in-command, Izuna Uchiha.

Both were the younger brothers of their respective clan heads.

In this era, clan heads were highly respected.

They were rare, not just because of their strength, but because many died in battle before reaching that level.

But now, looking at Arata…

The Senju clan members couldn't help but feel that one day, they might have a third god in their ranks.

And that thought filled them with pride.

"Our Senju Clan will only grow stronger!"

In that era, if a clan didn't have at least one Kage-level ninja or a clan head-level powerhouse, surviving was nearly impossible. Wars were everywhere. The strong ruled, and the weak got crushed.

Only clans with Kage-level shinobi had the power to stay standing.

Among them, there were two undeniably strongest clans—

The Senju Clan and the Uchiha Clan.

There was once a third—the Hyuga Clan. But after their leader, Hyuga Tannin, a Kage-level shinobi, was killed, their strength fell sharply.

Some say they withdrew from the war completely. Others say they divided their clan into Main and Branch families, and that's why their power weakened over time.

Either way, now, in the entire ninja world, only two true clans remained fighting for dominance

Senju vs. Uchiha.

The war between them never stopped.

At the same time, Hashirama's real body was waiting when his wood clone arrived, carrying his unconscious son, Arata.

Seeing his son in that state, the real Hashirama took him from the clone's arms.

Then—POOF!

The wood clone disappeared in a puff of smoke and splinters.

Holding Arata, Hashirama sighed.

"Tobirama."

He turned to his younger brother, Tobirama Senju, who had been watching silently.

"I'm heading home. It's getting late, and everyone needs to sleep."

Then, Hashirama glanced down at Arata.

"And I need to put him to bed, right? Otherwise… if I don't reach home in time…"

His face twitched.

"Mito will kill me."

Tobirama raised an eyebrow. "Then don't waste time talking."

Hashirama chuckled nervously and jumped off, moving from tree to tree, heading back home.