Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara

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Kyosuke is still alive!

The astonishing news spread swiftly throughout the entire Uchiha clan.

At the same time, it was like a resounding slap to Uchiha Kaijun, brutally reminding him that no matter how hard he tried, he would never measure up to that person.

"Why..."

"Why now of all times? Why do you have to come back now...?"

Pfft!

Uchiha Kaijun spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

When he finally woke up, the proud and spirited man he once was nowhere to be found.

It was as if the news of Kyosuke's return had shattered Kaijun's vitality entirely, leaving him utterly devoid of the will to move forward.

At least, Maya thought so. To her, it seemed as if Kaijun had completely lost his edge, to the point where he even ignored the orders of Uchiha Tajima.

"How dare a mere speck of dust challenge the sun and moon?" Maya thought to herself. No matter how hard Kaijun tried, in her eyes, he would never be worthy of comparison to him.

If he insisted on defiance, the only result would be the complete destruction of his self-confidence.

Yet, only Uchiha Kochou understood the truth: her boyfriend wasn't broken but was instead using his passive behavior to conceal his true sharpness.

When he reappeared before the world, it would be in a way that would leave everyone stunned.

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Somewhere on a desolate battlefield in the Land of Fire.

Tiger - Hare - Dog - Ram - Dragon.

Wind Release: Wind Cutter Technique!

Invisible blades of wind came hurtling forward. Uchiha Madara smirked disdainfully, dodging effortlessly with a few swift movements, closing the gap between him and his opponent.

Ducking to evade an incoming slash, Madara didn't even bother drawing his weapon. Instead, with a quick knee strike followed by a spinning kick, he easily subdued his opponent.

Applying slight pressure with his hand, his foe let out a groan of agony, unable to bear the force.

"Do you also wish to dance?" Madara's icy gaze bore into the man.

Lately, he had noticed an unusual influx of Wind Country shinobi within the Fire Country's borders. This strange occurrence piqued his curiosity.

Perhaps things were even more dire in the Land of Wind than in the Land of Fire.

The Senju and Uchiha were overwhelmingly powerful, forcing most clans to maneuver around them in a tense political game.

The Land of Wind was different. With over a dozen major noble clans of similar strength, their battles were exceedingly fierce.

They couldn't even manage their own turf, yet had the gall to invade the Land of Fire?

Fools who've grown tired of living.

At this moment, Madara's appearance had changed significantly compared to a year ago.

Whatever he had experienced, it had transformed his entire demeanor.

In short, Madara was increasingly becoming The legendary Ghost of Uchiha of the Shinobi World.

Just as he was about to probe his opponent's memory to uncover their recent activities, another wave of Wind Country Shinobi appeared in the distance.

Among them were even a few puppets.

To Madara, the so-called puppet techniques of the Land of Wind were nothing more than children's toys.

As for this battle? Ridiculous. What adult would seriously fight with a child's plaything?

With his black hair fluttering slightly, the next moment, an intense sea of flames consumed all the enemies.

Fire Release: Majestic Destroyer Flame!

"Such a dull fight." Madara's expression was somber as he reminisced about the battles with Hashirama.

Those intense clashes, where his adrenaline spiked and his focus was pushed to its limit, were the kind of battles he yearned for.

Everyone else was just a distraction to pass the time.

With the war between the Uchiha and Senju concluded, it meant the Uchiha clan wouldn't engage in conflicts for a long time.

Even the mighty Senju couldn't defeat them. If other clans joined the fray, wouldn't it just be suicide?

On the other hand, Kyosuke's presumed death had dealt a significant blow to Madara.

For the first time, he found himself desperately seeking power.

Whether to change the clan or protect those he cherished, Madara needed power surpassing everyone else's.

Rejecting his younger brother's request to accompany him, Madara shouldered his belongings and set off alone on a journey through the Shinobi world.

Perhaps guided by fate, but he, too, ended up at a bounty exchange run by Black Zetsu. Through battles with formidable foes, he relentlessly honed his strength.

At some point, Madara began to notice something peculiar—his chakra seemed to grow at an almost visible rate.

Its rapid increase even left him astonished.

He was no longer the same as he had been a year ago. If he faced Hashirama again, Madara felt confident he could defeat him within three minutes.

"I can't wait to meet you again," he muttered, a flicker of excitement breaking through his cold exterior.

Only the thought of that man could soften his icy façade—a change even Izuna couldn't bring about.

Picking up his long blade, Madara casually decapitated a corpse and strolled in a specific direction.

Soon after, he arrived at a rusty wall inside an old toilet, suppressing his irritation as he forced it open.

"Asshole," he grumbled, though it wasn't clear who he was cursing.

Entering the bounty exchange, Madara handed over the blood-stained head as proof of his kill. Just as he was about to leave, the manager suddenly pulled out a sealed envelope.

"You still owe me 50,000," the manager said with a sly grin, resembling a scheming weasel.

Hearing this, Madara slowly turned around, his voice icy cold as he replied, "Are you saying I owe you 50,000 to buy your coffin?"

"Uh…" Feeling the oppressive killing intent enveloping him, the manager swallowed nervously and forced a smile as he waved his hand.

"What I mean is, I've got some information here that I think will definitely interest you."

As he spoke, he lifted the envelope in his hand.

In truth, if anyone else had dared to act this way, they wouldn't have left this place alive today.

But since Madara appeared, many bounty hunters had already set their sights on him.

After all, Uchiha Madara's name was infamous, perpetually listed among the top-ranked bounties. Many dreamed of claiming his head for the prize.

And yet, a year had passed, and despite dozens attempting to take him down, Madara still walked openly and unscathed.

As for those who sought the bounty? Needless to say, they all became victims of his blade.

"Sigh, power is everything. I admit defeat, you're the boss," the manager repeatedly consoled himself in his heart.

"Better to bend than break," he told himself, recalling his mother's wisdom

Madara eyed the envelope in the manager's hand and, after a moment's thought, casually pulled out some money.

Since the other party had spoken with such confidence, there must be something of value.

If the information proved valuable, it would be worth the price.

But if the intel turned out to be unworthy…

Heh, his money wasn't that easy to take.

Ripping open the envelope, Madara gave it a brief glance.

Suddenly, an overwhelming aura of fury erupted, filling the room with oppressive energy.

"He's alive!"

"He's really alive!!!"

The manager, cowering behind the counter, began trembling uncontrollably.

Amid his terror, an odd realization surfaced:

The young man before him suddenly felt alive.

Not in the sense that he had been lifeless, but rather, there was now a faint human warmth radiating from him, a quality he'd lacked before.

"Please, I beg you, just leave already," the manager thought, silently cursing his own greed.

"Thanks." To everyone's disbelief, the so-called "Ghost of Uchiha" actually uttered a word of gratitude with a smile.

Damn it! Was this a genjutsu?

Ignoring the stunned expressions of those present, Madara unleashed a Fire Release technique, blowing open an exit before dashing off in the direction of his clan.

After a year, it was finally time to return home.

That bastard dared to roam freely outside without him? Once found, Madara resolved to give him a thorough beating.

Thinking of Kyosuke's Body Flicker Technique, Madara hesitated briefly before deciding to call in Izuna as well.

With the two of them together, they'd surely be able to bring Kyosuke to his knees, crying for mercy.

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Meanwhile, at the Senju clan.

"Damn it! That bastard's still alive!" Senju Butsuma tore the letter apart, his gaze seething with volcanic rage.

During his period of coma, his younger brother had been killed by that very individual.

To make matters worse, Senju Nobunaga had become the laughingstock of the Land of Fire.

Ambushing and attempting to kill a ten-year-old was already a despicable act.

Yet, the boy's body was never recovered, and instead, Nobunaga himself had been struck down by a Lightning Release technique so devastating that his corpse had to be pieced back together painstakingly by others.

Such a grudge—how could Butsuma endure it?

Initially, he had blamed the entire Uchiha clan for this tragedy. Now, with this twist of fate, it turned out the boy who was ambushed had survived.

Smashing his desk with a punch, Butsuma roared, "That damn Uzumaki Ashina! Can't even confirm if the target's dead or not! I'll—"

Standing nearby, Senju Tobirama also felt a surge of anger, but he remained far calmer than his father.

"Father," Tobirama interrupted Butsuma's tirade, hesitating slightly before asking, "Should we still continue discussing Big Brother's marriage?"

The truth was, Tobirama's frustration mirrored his father's.

The Uzumaki clan's duplicity infuriated him. They sought the protection of the Senju but refused to commit fully to their battles.

Years ago, if not for Uzumaki Ashina deliberately delaying their efforts, they might have crushed the Uchiha clan entirely.

With the Uchiha forced to retreat, Tajima would have had no choice but to dedicate all his forces to defense. Who knows? The Senju might already be ruling the Land of Fire by now.

To Tobirama, the Uzumaki clan was an unreliable ally, but his father clearly didn't share the sentiment.

"Sigh." After venting his rage, Butsuma finally calmed down.

"The marriage arrangements remain unchanged. The Uzumaki clan is exceptionally strong and can aid us in defending against the Land of Water's invasions."

"With them as allies, we'll have no worries on the battlefield."

"But Big Brother…" Tobirama glanced at Hashirama, who had remained silent.

As his younger brother, Tobirama knew well that Hashirama had no desire to marry.

However, due to his unique status, Hashirama was destined to become a pawn in the Senju clan's efforts to forge alliances.

After all, what better show of sincerity than having the future clan leader marry one of your daughters?

The Uzumaki clan, thoroughly convinced of this goodwill, would undoubtedly become a loyal ally, dedicating themselves to the Senju's grand ambitions.

"Get everything ready," Butsuma said with a rare smile as he turned to his eldest son.

"Once you return from the Hyūga clan, I will officially send the betrothal gifts to Uzumaki Ashina."

"Uzumaki Mito is a good girl. She'll make an excellent wife and support you in the future."

Hashirama cast a glance at his father, then sighed deeply, nodding reluctantly.

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