Naruto: Madara is my Daddy

Farming?

Did he hear that correctly? The proud Uchiha clan, whose name was respected and feared throughout the ninja world, were now being ordered to return to their ancestors only to be forced into manual labor? To trade their kunai for hoes?

A test! Uchiha Fugaku screamed internally. This must be a test! Our ancestor is testing our loyalty, our obedience! Yes, that must be it! He couldn't possibly be serious about making us farm. This is absurd… I've never done such work in my entire life!

Not only him, but all the clansmen were in an uproar. Sasuke's young face was a mixture of confusion and indignation. "Itachi! Who is that arrogant old blind man? Why is father being so obedient to him?"

In Sasuke's world, Fugaku had always been a figure of immense authority. He was not only the head of the Uchiha, but also the captain of the Konoha Military Police Force. In the village, aside from the Hokage and a few senior elders, no one dared to disrespect his father. Even the Hokage did not treat him with such contempt!

"Sasuke, keep your voice down," Itachi whispered. "He is the ancestor of the Uchiha clan, a contemporary of the First Hokage."

"The First Hokage?" Sasuke's mouth fell open in shock. "Then how old must he be?"

"I do not know," Itachi shook his head, his own mind filled with doubt. "There are too many suspicious things. Why did Madara not die? What happened to his eyes? And why does he have such a young son at his advanced age?"

"And the most important point," Itachi lowered his head, his voice a barely audible murmur, "this Madara is not the same person as the one I met before."

"This Madara is clearly real. So who was that mysterious masked man?" Itachi, with his meticulous mind, knew that there were too many secrets hidden here.

Fugaku had also considered the same things as Itachi. Although he was reeling from Madara's command to have his clan become farmers, the sheer irrationality of the situation made him determined to uncover the truth. The secret on the stone tablet, the reason for Madara's impossible longevity… perhaps their ancestor had truly comprehended the ultimate power of the Sharingan.

It was the right decision to come here. No matter what, I will follow him with my people… even if it means farming.

But… surely he won't really make us… Uchiha Fugaku still clung to a sliver of hope. He thought it had to be a test. After a moment, Fugaku responded with firm resolve. "Lord Madara, the Uchiha clan will obey you without question. Even if we must farm, we will not complain."

"Very good," Madara said, then waved a hand toward White Zetsu. "Go and give him the list."

"Understood." White Zetsu produced a list from within its body and handed it to Fugaku. "The contents here are the ingredients my son, Shiro, most enjoys eating. The open land is just outside. You may purchase the seeds yourself and manage your own work schedule. Lord Madara only cares about the results."

"Now, don't just stand there. Hurry up and get to it."

"Uh…" Fugaku was stunned. It turned out Madara was serious. He truly wanted the Uchiha clan to become farmers. All so his son could eat fresh ingredients.

"Lord Madara, I…" Fugaku wanted to say something more, but he saw that Madara had already picked up Shiro and was cooing at the child, completely ignoring him.

"Well…" Fugaku shook his head helplessly. He raised his hand and opened the list. "Carrots, radishes, …" The names of a large number of green vegetables were listed before him.

"Patriarch, are we… are we really going to grow vegetables?" one of the elders asked.

"What else can we do? Our ancestor has given his command. As his descendants, we cannot resist." Fugaku sighed. "Alas, perhaps I did not lead the Uchiha well. This must be Lord Madara's punishment for me."

"Look on the bright side. A quiet life in the country is better than constant fighting and killing. At least it will be comfortable."

"Come. Follow me to the fields!"

"Lord Patriarch, is it truly safe for us to go out so openly? I'm certain Konoha will have people spying on us."

"Tsk tsk tsk," White Zetsu chimed in faintly. "Do not worry about the people of Konoha. This place is very remote, and we have a surveillance network that extends for five kilometers in every direction. You can go and plant your crops with confidence. There is a small village not far from here where you can purchase seeds and equipment. My clone will lead the way."

Fugaku remembered that Madara had called this half-human, half-plant creature White Zetsu. Though he was strange, he was someone who worked at Madara's side. It was only natural he would be a bit odd. "Then we will be in your care, White Zetsu-dono."

Half an hour later, in a large, open field, a strange scene was unfolding. A large group of people wearing robes emblazoned with the Uchiha fan were lined up in rows, holding hoes and tilling the earth under a scorching sun. The men cultivated the land while the women sowed the seeds, creating a peculiar, almost surreal landscape.

Uchiha Madara stood on a high bluff overlooking the scene, holding Shiro's hand, with Black and White Zetsu at his side.

Black Zetsu remarked, "Tsk tsk. I didn't expect they would actually do it."

White Zetsu said, "They have no choice. This is the power of their bloodline. Lord Madara, I understand your intention. You are tempering their spirits, are you not?"

"Hmph," Madara snorted coldly. "What do I care for their spirits? I simply want my son to eat healthy vegetables. His growth is a critical process, and we cannot be careless."

"But the Uchiha clan has indeed fallen. I can feel that only a few of them possess any real strength. There are one or two promising seedlings, but the rest are no different from trash. Compared to the shinobi of my era, their overall strength is not on the same level."

Black Zetsu asked, "Lord Madara, do you not plan to train them? They possess Uchiha blood. With the proper guidance, enhancing their physical abilities would not be a problem."

Madara replied, "I have no such intention. If I had the time for that, I would rather spend it with my son." He then squatted down and ruffled Shiro's hair. "Son, to celebrate the successful completion of your first mission, tell me, what do you desire most right now? Even if it is the moon itself, your father will pluck it from the sky for you."

"Father, I…!" Just as Shiro was about to speak, a mechanical voice chimed in his mind.

[Ding! System Task Triggered.]

[The Strongest Sign-In System, dedicated to making the host the strongest! System Task 1: Master Wood Release!]

[Task Completion Reward: Sage Mode of the First Hokage.]

Wow! Shiro exclaimed internally. If he completed this mission, wouldn't that make him practically invincible? This system truly lived up to its name. After so long, the first system task had finally been triggered. How could he possibly refuse? I accept!

Shiro raised his head and looked at Madara with excitement. "Father, I want to learn Wood Release!"

"Ah?" Uchiha Madara was stunned. He was in a dilemma. Wood Release was not something one could learn simply by wanting to. It required the cells of Hashirama Senju. He himself had only acquired the power after a desperate, life-or-death gamble, transplanting a piece of Hashirama's flesh into his own body. The process had been agonizing, the feeling of his body rejecting the foreign cells a constant, tormenting pain. If not for his indomitable will, he would have been consumed by Hashirama's active cells. After all, the Senju and the Uchiha were two opposing forces. When two opposing forces unite, all things in creation are born. That was the secret written on the Uchiha's stone tablet. It was that sentence that had driven him to make the ruthless choice to "bite the flesh."

How could he bear to let his own son experience such a torment? Shiro was so small; his body would never be able to withstand it. When he had given the cells to Obito, it was a last-ditch effort. Half of Obito's body had been crushed. If he survived the transplant, it would be a miracle. If he didn't, it didn't matter.

"Son, let us choose something else," Madara said, his voice strained. "You are too young. It is not suitable for you to learn Wood Release now. I will teach you when you are older, alright?"

Shiro knew his father's hesitation was not because he was unwilling to teach, but because he was afraid of the suffering it would cause. But Shiro was not afraid. He had the talent of [Body of Bedrock]. At most, he would suffer for a little while, but death was impossible. To get the system reward, what was a little pain? Besides, he didn't actually have Uchiha genes. His Sharingan required a massive amount of chakra to maintain, which was why he rarely used it. With Hashirama's cells, he would no longer have to worry about the drain on his power.

"Father, please let me learn. You promised me. No matter what I asked for, you would not refuse."

"Do you not love me anymore?"