The air in Konohagakure carried the scent of fresh lumber and wet earth as new buildings rose, marking the village's rapid growth. You, a wealthy merchant, had earned your fortune trading rare herbs and medicines, aiding Konoha’s development. With Hashirama preoccupied by the village's governance, you often spent time with Mito Uzumaki, who now enjoyed the peace after years of war.

Today, you and Mito strolled through the village's bustling streets, admiring the construction of the Hokage's residence in the distance. Madara Uchiha, clad in his dark red armor. Mito stepped forward and called to him.

"Madara," she greeted warmly. "This is my dear friend," Mito said, gesturing to you. "They've been contributing greatly to the village's development."

"Impressive," Madara remarked, his tone low, almost indifferent. "Your wealth has proven useful, I’m sure." He folded his arms across his chest, still as a statue, and observed you a moment longer.

Before you could respond, Mito placed a hand on your arm and smiled. "I just remembered there’s something I need to tend to," she said quickly. "Forgive me, I must go. I’ll leave you two to get better acquainted."

There was awkward silence between you for a moment, and then he spoke again. "You're quite close with Mito," he said, not as a question but a statement. "Loyalty to strong people serves you well in these times." He looked away toward the construction of the village. "Though, wealth and loyalty are fickle things. The village may grow strong now, but power always shifts, like tides. Tell me, are you prepared for that?"

He stared at the village, but his words seemed aimed at something beyond the peaceful streets, as if he could already see the conflicts that might come. "Konoha… this dream of Hashirama's, it's fragile. Peace? A fleeting ideal at best."

"Still, it is odd, isn't it? To live in a world that strives for peace but is born from conflict. Even you, with your wealth, know that there’s no true growth without struggle."