Chapter 31.3- One Thousand Hands

“As the eldest member of the clan, I was allowed to enter a name into the running. Yours was the only one who made sense” Ofcourse she’d been the one to do it.

“I’’m not even an Uzumaki”

“You might not bear the name, but my blood runs through your veins as surely as Hashirama’s. You’re a fully realised seal master and an S-ranked shinobi at the same time. The Uzumaki Clan could use someone just like you to guide them into the next generation.”

“But I’m a Senju. I don’t know the first thing about ruling Uzushio or the Uzumaki clan”

“Do not underestimate my teaching. You are as well educated as any other Uzumaki out there. You know the family’s myths and stories. Besides, it’s a good thing that you have no idea how to rule Uzushio. The Island is gone now. The future of the Uzumaki clan lies in Konoha, and Konoha is in your blood. Do not get me wrong, you being my Grandson played into making this decision, but this decision is as much for the benefit of my clan as it is for you. The Uzumaki must integrate with the village. As the last clan to join and doing so in the wake of a disaster that lost the Village a Kage, it would be easy for the others to discriminate against the Clan. It would be easy for them to be treated as outsiders. But all that ease disappears when their Clan head is Hashirama’s own grandson, born and raised in Konoha. The other clans and the civilians will be forced to accept the Uzumaki as one of their own with you at the helm” She said, and I stared at her, shocked. That was the most I’d ever heard her talk apart from when she was teaching. I nodded, accepting the request and I pushed through the door and into the room.

It was something else. From top to bottom, there were scrolls. Scrolls, and various knick-knacks. One of them that instantly drew may attention was a hilt. Just a tube that was shaped like a Vajra, a lightning bolt that had been wielded by Indra in mythology. I was familiar with that weapon. Very familiar. Of course, I’d only gotten to study it for limited times and never to actually weild it, it still felt familiar in my hands when I picked it up. I could feel it beg for my chakra and I ceded its requests, smiling when the seals activated and just like a lightsaber, it produced a blade of pure plasma that extended a few feet out. I smiled at it. It was perfect.

Granduncle Tobirama and I had worked on quite a few projects in his lifetime, but this was the very first one. I hadn’t even been old enough to join the academy when he built this. I knew little about sealing so he’d designed the seals alone and what little he’d tried explaining had gone over my head almost entirely. But I knew the physics of what he was trying to build. I knew that the secret to bypassing the power constraints was making the stream of energy a loop so the blade could be activated indefinitely without expending any energy and only losing energy when the loop was broken- when it was actively cutting something, or stabbed into something. I had no idea if he’d been able to figure it out in canon but considering how much the weapon had drained its thief in the canon.

I strapped it to my waist after I deactivated it. She’d be coming with me. I wasn’t much of a swordsman, but that was probably good. The reason Granduncle had never used the weapon in his life was because of how it messed up with all his training as a swordsman. Suddenly moving from using traditional blades to only a hilt was one hell of a mindfuck. How he’d put it was that with a traditional sword, much of the weight was spread along the blade so with every swing, one could allow them weight of the blade lead them but with only a hilt which the raijin no ken was since plasma had no weight, all his muscle memory was useless, and even acted as a hindrance.