How to Survive as an Uchiha 150 – History Written in Ice and Snow

To be honest, this was the first ti Masashi had stayed overnight at soone else's house in this life.

Although he thought this arrangent was unnecessary, he accepted it as it was convenient.

Thinking about the chance to showcase his ntor's deanor again, he was full of enthusiasm.

When he arrived at Hikari's house, the lights inside were still on.

He stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The door quickly opened.

Out of habit, he looked down.

However, he didn't see Haku's inquisitive eyes. Instead, he saw a pair of legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, with petite, delicate feet that were both light and enticing.

"Hikari, where's Haku?" Masashi, in his role as a sowhat overzealous ntor, was slightly disappointed.

"Haku went to Elder Setsuna's house," Hikari said, her cheeks rosy.

"Are you working out at ho?" Masashi glanced at her curiously. "But I thought I heard soone talking?"

Still unconvinced, he looked inside, hoping Haku was just hiding and planning to surprise him.

He finally started to understand why Tobirama's teaching style was so different. For "control-oriented" ninjas like him and Tobirama, it was fine when they weren't taking disciples. But once they did, they developed an intense desire to shape their students into their ideal vision.

Watching even the smallest progress toward that vision brought an imnse sense of accomplishnt.

Why did people enjoy playing those training simulation gas on Earth? It was the sa principle.

"Not here? What a pity." Though he felt a little disappointed, getting a good night's sleep wasn't a bad thing. Lately, his schedule had been packed, so it was rare to have so free ti.

Although his body had developed quite well over the years, extra rest was still a good idea.

"I'll stay the night here and borrow a room. Where's the guest room?"

"The guest room… Well, there's a bedroom next to Haku's. That should be it," Hikari said after thinking about it; the house only had three bedrooms in total.

"Alright, you carry on with what you're doing and rest early. I won't bother you much tonight since I need to train early tomorrow morning," Masashi said, already feeling a bit drowsy. He headed straight inside.

As he passed the dining area, he noticed Pakura sitting in the living room.

The normally cool and composed kunoichi had a faint blush on her face.

"Huh? You're here too? Are you two this close?" Masashi was a little surprised. He had been so busy with the festival lately that he hadn't noticed how close the two girls had beco.

"Sort of. I actually ca to find you," Pakura said with a slightly awkward smile.

She couldn't help but glance at Hikari, who had followed Masashi into the house.

Won from Kiri really couldn't be judged by appearances alone.

She had been utterly stunned earlier, feeling like a horse carriage had run over her face repeatedly.

Today, she realized that there were far more ways to "ride" than she'd ever imagined.

Luckily, Masashi had returned just in ti to interrupt things.

"You ca to see ?" he asked, confused, dropping onto the sofa across from her. "What's up?"

"It's not a big deal," Pakura shook her head. Mostly, she wasn't in the mood anymore.

She felt her worldview had been severely shaken and needed ti to process everything.

But she couldn't say that to Masashi.

After all, she cared about her image in front of him.

"You should rest. I'll head back now," Pakura stood up. "Let's talk when you're less busy."

"Alright…" Masashi didn't think much of it. Girls were hard to figure out.

"Be careful tonight when you sleep," Pakura said sothing cryptic before leaving.

Masashi pondered briefly.

But this was the Uchiha clan's territory. To be frank, in this tiline, it was the safest place for him.

In the current shinobi world, there really wasn't anyone who could simultaneously take on three Susanoo. Even Nagato wasn't capable of it yet.

Ten years from now might be a different story.

But by then, Masashi figured he wouldn't be the sa either. If it ca to a fight, who would win was anyone's guess.

"Let serve you tonight," Hikari said, seeing Masashi heading toward the bathroom.

The first ti they t, she had dressed in an elegant and mature style. But in reality, she was the sa age as Masashi. Her face leaned toward the cute side, though her figure was outrageously attractive.

Her curves could make anyone understand why Adam made the mistake he did. One sway of her hips could be utterly tantalizing.

Over ti, as they got to know each other, Masashi beca less concerned about physical contact.

He just hoped she could adjust her mindset and not constantly "accidentally" bump into him.

After all, he was the leader of the current Uchiha cavalry. If provoked enough, he might respond with a full-on charge or even a mounted assault.

Right now, though, his mind was preoccupied with the festival.

This ti was different from the first. He intended to use this platform to carefully shape the Uchiha clan's image. The rift between Konoha and the Uchiha clan had lasted far too long. This couldn't be fixed solely by Minato's friendliness.

The villagers and the wider population of civilian ninjas still held shallow, surface-level perceptions of the Uchiha mbers.

This stood in stark contrast to their deep understanding of the Hokage.

Stabilizing internal matters ca first. Economic asures could prevent direct conflict between the Hokage's office and the Uchiha clan, but for the Uchiha clan to truly integrate into Konoha, a sustained effort in image-building was essential.

Considering how much effort he, a forr Senju, was putting into helping the Uchiha clan, if Madara ever got revived and didn't give him an award, it would be utterly unjust!

After washing up, he went to bed early.

Before sleeping, he asked Hikari to wake him up at four in the morning.

Perhaps his expression had been particularly serious, because he felt Hikari treated this as a critical mission.

However, she was indeed a reliable girl. When she promised sothing, she delivered.

At exactly four in the morning, Hikari woke Masashi as agreed.

Fully rested and energized, he thanked her before freshening up and heading out.

Before leaving, he expressed concern for Hikari, as her complexion didn't look great.

"Hikari, it's still early. Get so more rest. Thanks for waking up so early today. I'll get an alarm clock when I return, so you won't have to worry about it anymore."

"Alright, take care of yourself too," Hikari said.

She felt it might be ti to bring out her strategy again.

Indeed, starting directly with high-speed tactics had been too abrupt; the implentation was too difficult.

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Today, the Second Uchiha Ice and Snow Festival began as scheduled.

This ti, the Uchiha clan chose as the venue the very site of the Nine-Tails' rampage.

Even before the festival officially started, a long line of eager visitors had already ford at the entrance.

Thanks to the basic organizational discipline of the people in the ninja village, only a few ninjas were needed to maintain order, and no unpleasant incidents occurred at the venue.

After the ribbon-cutting ceremony was perford by Minato, the Ice and Snow Festival officially began.

Upon entering the festival, the expectant visitors imdiately noticed the differences from the first festival.

Gone were the unique and fantastical buildings. This ti, the architectural style was one they were all familiar with—structures modeled after the traditional architecture of the Land of Fire.

Each exhibition area was also marked with familiar nas:

The Battle of Konoha and Kumo

The Battle of Konoha and Iwa

The Battle of Konoha and Kiri

The Battle of Konoha and Suna

Within each area, specific battle nas were labeled.

As they walked through the exhibits, villagers realized that this Ice and Snow Festival showcased the heroic deeds from the Third Great Ninja War.

So of the heroes' nas were widely known; others were unfamiliar. But all of them were heroes of Konoha.

The excitent of the visiting villagers and ninjas gradually turned to solemnity as they observed the exhibits.

Ninjas saw echoes of past bloodshed and separations. Villagers ca to understand the hardships endured by those who protected their peaceful lives.

And this was precisely what Masashi wanted them to see.

For the ordinary citizens of Konoha, their understanding of war was often fragntary, and their knowledge of Konoha's history was even more limited. This lack of awareness made them susceptible to manipulation, turning them into a mob-like force.

Take, for example, the suicide of Konoha's White Fang. While he had his personal reasons and the broader context of the ninja system contributed to his downfall, the villagers' cold treatnt of him had undeniably exacerbated the situation.

In the original tiline, Konoha's decline began with the death of the White Fang.

His suicide exposed so of the flaws in the collective ideology of the Will of Fire, which, while noble, was primitive in certain aspects of its application.

When the leadership lacked the flexibility to address issues, this ideology could backfire and harm their own people. The villagers' ignorance of the underlying circumstances only made matters worse.

History, like tragedy, would seem dull and lifeless without the chaos of sin and calamity to stir the pot.

But history also had the power to eliminate prejudice and inspire passion. Unfortunately, in the world of shinobi, history was not treated as a formal academic discipline. Ninjas were only interested in the exploits of their ancestors and the inheritance of techniques, while ordinary people were almost entirely indifferent.

To Masashi, this was incomprehensible.

Had the people of Konoha understood history even slightly, the Uchiha clan in the original tiline would not have t their tragic end.

Thus, for the second Ice and Snow Festival, he used his Ice Release to recreate the war scenes of the Third Great Ninja War with lifelike ice sculptures. He hoped this would serve as a starting point to truly bridge the gap between ninjas and ordinary villagers—and between the Uchiha clan and the rest of the village.

The Uchiha and Senju clans were not only Konoha's founders but also its protectors.

The Third Great Ninja War was far from the glorious, one-sided dominance the villagers might have imagined.

Minato and the Sannin were active during the war, but their contributions were feats of exceptional individuals. Before the Battle of Kannabi Bridge, Konoha had already exhausted most of its resources, leading to the desperate scenario where Kakashi was hastily promoted and Minato's team split into two groups for critical missions.

As for the Battle of Kikyō Pass against Suna, it was a grim reminder that the enemy had invaded deep into the Land of Fire, not far from Konoha itself.

Glorious? Not even close.

The only enemy Konoha decisively dominated was Kiri, but even that ca at the cost of Duy sacrificing his life to cripple the Seven Swordsn of the Mist.

Without Masashi's miraculous ergence after the war, the year 54 of Konoha's calendar would likely have been the village's darkest year—one where they were trampled on by Kumo.

Through this festival, he sought to convey the true hardships of this war to the villagers.

To the people of Konoha, this year's Ice and Snow Festival was both novel and heavy-hearted.

For those with ninja family mbers, the exhibition offered a poignant glimpse into their loved ones' past struggles.

This was far more impactful than exaggerated "heroic tales."

A picture was worth a thousand words. In the modern world, visual dia was the most effective propaganda tool to connect with an audience and evoke empathy—assuming the director's heart is in the right place.

Masashi wasn't a professional, but he wasn't in it for profit either.

Hikari and Haku attended the festival as visitors, spending most of their ti in the Kiri war zone section. There, Hikari saw the Yuki clan ninja sculptures created by Masashi from mory. Remarkably, he refrained from letting his personal biases as a Konoha ninja influence his portrayal, which was why these exhibitions resonated deeply with the audience.

anwhile, Pakura stayed mostly in the Suna war zone section, repeatedly revisiting the displays about Konoha's White Fang. Looking back on those events, she was filled with mixed emotions.

But none of the sections could rival the central stage performance in popularity.

On the first day, Masashi debuted a reenactnt of the "Battle of Kannabi Bridge."

The "stage" was a massive sandbox.

Using dynamic, shape-shifting ice and sand, he recreated the entire battle. Minato and Kakashi, as living participants of the event, voiced their own roles, while other characters were portrayed by stand-ins.

For instance, Tetsuka played the role of Obito. His temperant closely resembled Obito's at that ti, so the choice felt natural.

Such minor discrepancies were overlooked by the audience.

The story of how these two Sharingan heroes ca to be deeply moved everyone who watched.

After the performance, Kakashi sat backstage for a long ti, lost in thought.

He felt as though he had relived the Battle of Kannabi Bridge.

The vivid recreation of lost comrades through the shifting ice and sand was so lifelike that it felt as though he had traveled through ti.

What struck him even more was the audience's reaction.

As he stepped out from backstage, he was surrounded by many villagers who had co to apologize. So of them admitted to having spoken ill of his father in the past.

Masashi believed the play had not been in vain.

Mistakes could not be erased, but they could be atoned for.

This performance not only prompted villagers to reconsider the White Fang but also to reevaluate their views on the Uchiha clan.

As for the higher-ups like Hiruzen, who were already aware that Obito had defected, they wouldn't find fault with this play.

Although his wife had been killed by Obito, the Obito of the Kannabi Bridge was undoubtedly a hero. To soone like Hiruzen, who valued the village above all else, he would distinguish between the two Obitos.

This ability to compartntalize was one of the qualities that had made him stay Hokage in the first place.

After the first performance concluded, Masashi thanked the voice actors before teleporting ho with Flying Thunder God.

There were still several performances to go, but his task for the day was complete. Now it was ti for training.

He had a premonition that Kumo would soon initiate formal negotiations.

Dealing with such a troublemaking village required even greater strength if he wanted everything to proceed according to his plans.

Of the three treasures of the Susanoo, he needed to master at least one to gain the absolute upper hand.

Currently 80 advance /Malphegor