Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara

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The Underworld, at the edge of the Pure Land.

The elderly man in white robes let out a long, weary sigh as he reeled in his fishing line. "In the end, I bear responsibility for this matter as well."

"Hmph, spare me your false remorse, Six Paths."

Standing behind him, his expression dark and hostile, was a corrupted version of Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki—the very same being who had once slipped free from Kyosuke's grasp.

The old man, whom he addressed as "Six Paths," was the true Sage of Six Paths himself—Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki.

Or rather, to be precise, it was merely his spiritual form.

Even a being as powerful as the Sage of Six Paths could not escape the erosion of time unless he rekindled the divine flame within his physical body. However, in his case, he had long abandoned his mortal vessel, choosing instead to exist as a lingering spirit—one that had persisted in the Underworld for millennia without perishing.

In preparation for the calamities that might one day descend upon the world, the two brothers, Hagoromo and Hamura, had each devised their own methods of countering such threats.

The younger brother, Hamura, had chosen to imprison himself using his abilities related to time.

For him, a year in the outside world was but a single day. No matter how the shinobi world shifted, no matter how countless ages passed, nothing could disturb Ōtsutsuki Hamura as he sat in endless contemplation upon the Moon.

This was his atonement—for the suffering their mother had endured, he imposed the same punishment upon himself.

As the elder brother, Hagoromo could say nothing to dissuade him.

Yet his own powers were not of time, and thus, he could not follow the same path to escape death.

After much thought, the Sage of Six Paths abandoned his decaying mortal body and willingly cast his soul into the River of the Dead.

As for his physical body, he entrusted it to an old friend, Gamamaru, the Great Toad Sage, who would later deliver it to the Shikkotsu Forest, where it was continually nourished by the life-filled senjutsu chakra of the Slug Sage.

A thousand years of silent solitude had changed many things.

The Sage of Six Paths had once placed great faith in the Box of Ultimate Bliss. Yet, as time passed, his perspective gradually shifted.

Just looking at the corrupted version of himself standing before him made it clear—this thing could taint even spirits. If consumed improperly, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Through his studies of the Slug Sage's abilities, Hagoromo had come to a realization: if chakra produced by a human body could be condensed into a fruit, then, in theory, Senjutsu chakra should be capable of the same.

Natural energy was infinite and inexhaustible. If he could find the right method, his theory would become reality.

After countless years of effort, after enduring countless failures, the Sage of Six Paths finally succeeded in discovering a way to condense a Senjutsu Chakra Fruit.

The Slug Sage had remained in slumber all this time for this very purpose—continuously absorbing natural energy, aiding him in the fruit's formation.

And now, the day of completion was drawing near.

But then, an unexpected event occurred.

A figure whom even Kaguya Ōtsutsuki had feared the most—Ōtsutsuki Isshiki—was on the verge of revival.

If he remained idle, the shinobi world would be plunged into great disaster.

Thus began the chaos of Hōzuki Castle—a deliberate upheaval orchestrated by the Sage of Six Paths himself, all for the sake of ensuring that his doppelgänger could complete his final mission.

"Only by uniting soul and body can one ignite the divine flame."

The Sage of Six Paths rose to his feet and took a step forward, his gaze locked onto Blackened Hagoromo, who stood smirking coldly.

"Today, I shall use your body as a vessel… to face an enemy that even my mother once feared."

As he spoke, the ethereal form of the Sage began to glow, a soft white light radiating from his soul as it gradually merged with Blackened Hagoromo's body.

Why had he been able to roam freely in the Underworld for thousands of years, defying the natural cycle of death?

The answer was simple.

His abilities as the Sage of Six Paths were deeply tied to the very essence of the soul itself.

Even without a physical body, he could still wield a portion of his true power—be it casting Six Paths-level ninjutsu, or drawing Naruto and Sasuke into the mental plane to bestow upon them the power of Yin and Yang.

More than that, he could even call upon the lingering wills of fallen warriors, using their soul energy to perform long-distance space-time transfers across countless light-years.

The body of Blackened Hagoromo had been created by none other than himself. Now that the two were merging, the process was seamless—as if it had always been destined.

"You will regret this," Blackened Hagoromo sneered.

"You most certainly will."

With that final whisper, his consciousness faded, leaving behind only a twisted smirk—one filled with bitter irony.

Yet, the Sage of Six Paths, deep in the midst of spiritual fusion, remained entirely unaware.

Time passed.

It was unclear how much time had passed, but at long last, the reborn Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo opened his eyes.

The moment he awakened, he could feel the overwhelming rejection force of the Pure Land—a clear and undeniable sign that he had returned to the realm of the living.

A faint smile played on his lips.

He was alive once more.

Even if this body was impure and tainted…

even if this flesh was corrupted and decayed…

It still carried power—power that lingered at the high-tier Six Paths level. And with his Rinnegan, which he had nurtured and refined for over a thousand years, he might very well be able to contend with an opponent who had taken half a step into the realm of the Divine Flame.

Yet from the very beginning, the one Hagoromo had been guarding against was never Isshiki. No, his true concerns lay far beyond the confines of this world—within the distant reaches of the cosmos.

It was those who had attained the true Divine Flame level—those incomprehensible entities—that he needed to be wary of.

"The feeling of a heartbeat… it has been so long."

With a single step forward, the Sage of Six Paths traversed the boundary between life and death. After thousands of years, he once again descended upon the shinobi world.

Just before his departure, a faint, eerie smile flickered at the corner of his lips—unnoticed even by himself.

"Then let me meet you, Ōtsutsuki Isshiki."

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On this day, a single piece of news swept across the entire shinobi world.

The Hidden Leaf Village had officially announced the first-ever Five-Great-Village Joint Chūnin Exams.

In response, the Hidden Sand, Mist, Stone, and Cloud all answered the call, making this an unprecedented event that instantly sparked widespread curiosity.

The current state of affairs was obvious—Konoha stood at the pinnacle, towering over all others. Even if the remaining villages united, they would still struggle to match the might of just three men.

That's right. As far as the shinobi world was concerned, only three individuals stood above all—Kyōsuke, Madara, and Hashirama.

In the eyes of many, Yayoi was nothing more than a bargaining chip in the relentless power struggle between the Senju and Uchiha.

A fourth invincible super-Kage-level shinobi?

The very idea was laughable.

The first three could single-handedly crush entire armies. Could this Hyūga Clan leader really stand among them?

What a joke. Konoha was clearly addicted to creating gods.

As time passed, more and more attention was drawn to the upcoming Five-Village Joint Exam.

The shinobi elites of the present determined the world as it was. But the young participants of this exam… they would shape the future.

Yes, Konoha was powerful now. No one dared to provoke them.

But that did not mean they could hold onto their dominance forever.

One day, the era of Konoha would inevitably come to an end— the day those three unparalleled titans finally passed from this world.

Many firmly believed that such a day would arrive.

So why not take part in this joint exam?

Let the world witness with its own eyes—who truly held the future in their hands.

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Hidden Leaf Village, Hokage's Office

"Father! Let us participate too!"

Haruto slammed his fist onto the desk, his stance making it clear—he wasn't leaving without an answer.

Beside him, Eri and Kurama Jun nodded eagerly, their excitement for the upcoming Chūnin Exams practically radiating from them.

Kyōsuke leaned back in his chair, an amused glint in his eyes.

"You three… your strength is just barely passable," he remarked, deliberately teasing them.

Why?

Simply because he was bored.

The Five-Village Joint Chūnin Exams—though labeled as an "exam"—were, in truth, nothing more than a grand display of power.

Kyōsuke intended to use this event to send a clear message to the entire shinobi world:

The future still belongs to Konoha.

The next generation, the one after that—none will ever surpass us.

As for whether or not he would allow the three of them to compete…

Of course, the answer was yes.

In fact, not only them—the so-called Thirteen Guardians of the Academy would all be participating.

His only demand was simple—by the time the final tournament arrived, not a single ninja from any other village should remain in the competition.

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