SWNOVELXO Chapter 47: Not Going
( am very sorry guys , I did a mistake , I uploaded till chapter 50 , then I realized that I missed a chapter , chapter 46 , am very sorry I deleted the 4 chapters to upload this chapter ."
"You must have been kicked in the head by a donkey," Gen thought to himself, but he voiced it aloud anyway.
Uchiha Madara's temper flared instantly. Ever since the time he had set up Gen, their conversations had never been normal. Every time he tried to talk to Gen about something serious, the latter's words would light his fuse within seconds.
"You're the one who got kicked by a donkey!" Madara growled through gritted teeth.
"Then maybe you were slammed by a door," Gen remarked nonchalantly, sipping his tea.
Madara clenched his fists but eventually sat down cross-legged in frustration. "I'm here to talk about something serious, not to fight," he snapped.
"I didn't plan on fighting you," Gen muttered to himself, deciding to stop teasing Madara further. Truthfully, provoking this future Naruto big boss in just a few sentences was oddly satisfying.
"What's gotten you so keen on going to the battlefield?" Gen asked, glancing at his maidservant. She obediently closed the door, prepared a cup of tea for Madara, and then retreated to the inner room.
"You're sure comfortable being waited on," Madara grumbled, taking a sip of the tea before continuing. "No special reason. Don't you think our progress is too slow? The battlefield is a great place to sharpen ourselves. I think we can become true jōnin there."
"Did the clan leader agree to let you go to the battlefield?" Gen asked casually. Ever since his conversation with Uchiha Tajima, he had stopped referring to him as "Uncle."
Madara's head drooped in frustration, and he sighed. "No. No matter how much I begged my father, he wouldn't agree to it. The higher-ups in the clan are also blocking me at every turn."
"I wouldn't let you go either," Gen thought to himself. During the Warring States period, sending children to the battlefield was a last resort. As long as a clan had the resources, they wouldn't throw their next generation into that meat grinder prematurely.
For geniuses like Uchiha Madara, their safety was paramount until they fully matured. Unless the war became absolutely desperate, children under ten rarely appeared on the battlefield.
"Not going," Gen replied decisively.
"Eh? Why not?" Madara scratched his head, confused. He thought Gen would be just as excited about the battlefield as he was.
"Do you think everyone's a battle maniac like you?" Gen internally scoffed but simply said, "Too dangerous."
His concise answer, just two words, left no room for further discussion.
But Madara wasn't satisfied. "What do you mean 'too dangerous'? Wasn't it dangerous when you fought that Hyūga jōnin? Or when you faced three Hyūga elite jōnin? Or when you accepted the mission to take down that Blood Ninja? And now you're saying the battlefield is too dangerous? Give me a break."
"Coward!" Madara tried using reverse psychology.
"Mm-hmm," Gen responded impassively.
"Come to the battlefield with me!"
"How do you plan to go?"
"We'll sneak out together, of course!"
"Ridiculous."
"I'll beat you up!"
"Try me."
"..."
"If you don't go, I'll stay here and not leave!"
"Suit yourself. Xiaoying, bring out a futon for Lord Madara and make a bed on the floor."
"..."
Faced with this immovable object, Madara felt a twinge of melancholy, like a dog trying to bite a turtle but finding no place to sink its teeth.
No matter how much Madara pestered or resorted to all kinds of persuasion, Gen remained firm. He wouldn't budge, his answer always the same: "Not going."
And so, the future formidable warrior who would one day single-handedly challenge the Five Kage left in defeat, his first attempt to join the battlefield reduced to a pipe dream.
After Madara left, Gen stood by the window and caught a falling cherry blossom in his palm, gently rubbing it between his fingers. The late March air was pleasant and inviting, perfectly suited for the beginning of war.
The real reason Gen declined to join the battlefield wasn't purely about danger, though it played a part. The main issue was that he didn't believe fighting on the battlefield would help him break through to becoming a jōnin. Why bother with something that offered no benefits?
Unlike Madara, who was older by three years and saw the battlefield as a place to grow through life-or-death experiences, Gen was only five years old. Yet, he had already mastered advanced techniques like the Flying Thunder God, Rasengan, Fire Dragon Flame Bullet, Fire Slash, Fox Decapitation Genjutsu, and Crow Clone. He was also close to unlocking Mangekyō Sharingan abilities.
At this stage, Gen felt that his strength had already reached its age limit. What held him back wasn't lack of skills but simply time. As he grew older, his power would naturally increase.
Thus, he had no interest in the battlefield. Instead, his current priority was mastering the techniques he already possessed and preparing for the eventual encounter between Madara and Hashirama.
"Now that the Uchiha clan is preparing for war, I don't have much to do in the short term. I don't feel like taking on missions either. What should I do?"
As Gen pondered, his gaze fell on his maidservant, who was cleaning tea cups. A thought struck him. He had plans to build his own faction, so why not start with the people closest to him?
Still, there was no rush. After all, Xiaoying had been assigned to him by Uchiha Tajima. While she seemed loyal, it wouldn't hurt to observe her more closely before making any moves.