Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara

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Recently, major events had been unfolding one after another in Konohagakure.

Aside from the establishment of the Ninja Academy, the most shocking news was undoubtedly the return of Uchiha Izuna, the unparalleled genius who had seemingly come back from the dead.

The Uchiha clan had provided an explanation—back then, Izuna had sustained injuries that were far too severe, leaving them with no choice but to resort to secret medical treatments.

After years of painstaking recovery and careful rehabilitation, he had finally regained his health and was now returning to his family once more.

With the long-separated trio of legends reunited, the Uchiha clan was naturally ecstatic beyond words.

If anyone in the village was feeling bitter about this turn of events, it was most certainly Senju Tobirama.

But alas, who still cared about his feelings now? He was nothing more than a scheming conspirator attempting to reignite old conflicts.

To spare his younger brother unnecessary distress, Hashirama had assigned Tobirama to the Police Force, placing him in charge of maintaining law and order in the village.

Little did anyone realize that this decision only served to push Tobirama further into the eye of the storm.

Regardless of whether the Police Force handled its duties fairly, those who found themselves arrested would inevitably harbor resentment toward the authority that detained them.

Given enough time, this accumulation of animosity would sully the Senju clan's reputation, eventually isolating them from the village, forcing them down the very path of exclusion that the Uchiha had once walked.

Kyōsuke was well aware of Tobirama's deep-seated hatred for the Uchiha.

If he so wished, he had countless ways to eliminate him.

However, he deliberately chose to keep him alive—to let Tobirama personally witness the Senju clan's gradual descent into ruin.

In his past life, Tobirama had laid the foundation for the Uchiha's annihilation, setting plans in motion that his disciples would later execute.

This time, Kyōsuke would ensure that history repeated itself, only with the roles reversed.

The clan that would be erased from existence… would be the Senju.

As he had once promised Hashirama, he would never be the one to cast the first stone.

But if the Senju initiated a rebellion… then he could hardly be blamed for carrying out his duty.

Simply put, whatever Konoha had done to the Uchiha, he would return to the Senju in full measure.

They had driven Shisui to despair, forcing a boy to butcher his own kin—his parents, his clan—with trembling hands.

Very well, then.

That scene would play out once more.

Only this time, the one forced to make the choice could be Tsunade.

Or it could be Nawaki.

Perhaps even Hiruzen Sarutobi or Danzo Shimura.

If they wished to survive, there was a simple solution—align themselves with the Hokage's faction, pledge loyalty to the Uchiha.

Even the Senju could be given a future, so long as they chose the correct path.

This was Kyōsuke's plan.

This was the Uchiha's true revenge.

At the height of the Uchiha's celebration, no one noticed that the masterminds behind it all—Madara and Kyōsuke—had quietly disappeared from sight.

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Land of Bears, somewhere near the coastline.

"Did you bid your family farewell?" Madara asked.

"And what about you?" Kyōsuke countered. "What did you tell Izuna before you left?"

After saying that, they both fell silent.

It wasn't that they hadn't wanted to say goodbye.

They simply hadn't been able to bring themselves to do so.

If they had told Mito and Izuna the truth—that they were going to face an immensely powerful enemy—how could they possibly have allowed it?

At best, they would have insisted on following them into battle.

Since that was the case, it was better to keep it a secret, sparing their loved ones from unnecessary worry.

"Why didn't we bring Hashirama along?" Madara sighed, somewhat regretful.

More than anyone, he understood just how powerful Hashirama truly was.

Their enemy was undoubtedly formidable—Madara had seen it firsthand at the Fire Temple.

But if the three of them joined forces, victory was not beyond reach.

"Someone has to stay behind and protect the village," Kyōsuke replied, shaking his head, unwilling to explain further.

Today's battle was not about defeating Jigen at all costs.

Their primary objective was to destroy the vessel meant for reincarnation.

Whether Hashirama was there or not made little difference.

As long as they could hold the enemy at bay, that was all that mattered.

"Let's just hope that bastard does his job properly," he muttered.

The "bastard" he referred to, of course, was Black Zetsu.

There was no need to urge it on—Zetsu would undoubtedly go all out.

As long as the vessel remained intact, Kaguya's life would continue to wither away.

For the devoted "son" of the Rabbit Goddess, such an outcome was simply unacceptable.

Even at the cost of its own life, Black Zetsu would stop at nothing to accomplish its goal.

That was why Kyōsuke never bothered giving it any further instructions.

As they conversed, the two made their way along the coastline.

Before long, a massive cavern came into view at the edge of the island.

The Land of Bears was known for its dense forests, its vast stretches of shoreline, and its borders, which were shrouded by a valley filled with toxic gases—Valley of Death (Devil's Ravine).

These natural defenses were highly effective at warding off outsiders.

But against those who possessed space-time ninjutsu, they were meaningless.

This land was also home to a mysterious meteorite that had fallen from the sky over two hundred years ago.

Because of this, the village built around it had been named Hoshigakure—the Village Hidden in the Stars.

The shinobi of this village trained around the meteorite, as it emitted a unique radiation that resonated with chakra.

The result was a technique known as the Mysterious Peacock Method, which allowed them to mold their chakra into various forms—granting them the ability to attack or even soar through the skies with ease.

However, in Kyōsuke's eyes, beyond the flight capability, the Mysterious Peacock Method was utterly worthless.

What truly held value… was the meteorite itself.

"When this battle is over, we'll take the meteorite and hand it over to Yayoi for research."

Without a doubt, this stone had come from the vast reaches of outer space.

Given its properties, it was highly likely that it originated from a planet inhabited by intelligent life.

If Yayoi could fully analyze it, she might even pinpoint its exact place of origin.

And when that time came—

Kyōsuke would pay a personal visit.

Engage in a friendly cultural exchange…

And, incidentally, plant a few trees for the cute aliens.

Harvest a chakra fruit or two.

Lost in thought, he was suddenly drawn back to reality—

As a familiar figure emerged from the depths of the cavern.

Jigen.

His gaze swept over both men, completely ignoring the murderous aura emanating from Uchiha Madara.

Instead, his attention fell upon Kyōsuke.

"So this is your answer?"

"That's right," Kyōsuke responded with a faint smile, though there was an unmistakable hint of mockery in his expression. "I've met Kaguya… and I've decided that your Otsutsuki way of life is simply too inhumane. So, I've chosen to side with her."

"A foolish decision."

"Perhaps," Kyōsuke admitted nonchalantly. "But I won't allow anyone to destroy this world."

"It won't matter. Even if you kill me, more Otsutsuki will come."

"Then we'll kill them too."

At this point, there was nothing left to say.

The monk shifted his gaze toward the silent Uchiha Madara and spoke again.

"And what about you? The fate of the Uchiha—all the sorrow and suffering your clan has endured—can be traced back to Kaguya. I once believed you were someone with the courage to defy fate, yet here you stand—bound by the very chains of your own bloodline."

Bloodline? Madara frowned, not understanding what the monk was trying to imply.

However, he quickly dismissed the thought. Destiny? Bloodline? What did any of that have to do with him, Uchiha Madara?

Did the monk truly believe that by spouting such nonsense, he could stop him from making a move?

What a joke.

*BOOOOM!!!*

A puff of white smoke burst forth as Madara summoned his gunbai and scythe.

Facing an opponent stronger than any he had encountered before, he was fully prepared to go all out. Kyōsuke might be thinking about containment, but he wanted to slay this enemy on the spot.

"A branch of the Divine Tree?"

The monk's gaze flickered over the Uchiha fan briefly, and as the wielder of the Ten-Tails, he immediately recognized its origin.

"You think wielding a mere twig will be enough to defeat me?"

"Truly…"

Before he could even finish speaking, his figure vanished.

Both Kyōsuke's and Madara's Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan failed to catch a trace of his movements.

"How naïve."

A gust of wind howled as the white-robed monk reappeared right in front of Madara. His foot lashed out with devastating force, the sheer speed creating a piercing screech, like the wail of some monstrous sea creature.

CRACK!

The gunbai, a relic passed down through the Uchiha for generations, shattered into pieces under the force of the monk's single kick.

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