Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara

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"Hehehe."

The little boy laughed awkwardly, squirming in his father's grip. His chubby cheeks jiggled with every movement, his expression equal parts mischievous and sheepish—a look that was irresistibly cute.

"Put me down, Papa!" Haruto protested, wriggling harder.

Kyōsuke raised an eyebrow, a sly smirk forming on his face. "Oh, I'll put you down, alright."

Pinching his son's soft, pudgy cheeks as "punishment," Kyōsuke casually tossed him.

"Plop!"

Haruto landed on the grass with a muffled thud, rolling once before springing up like a little acrobat. His sprout-like topknot bobbed as he scrambled to his feet, barefoot and undeterred, clutching a bright red hula hoop in his tiny hands. With an excited gesture, he pointed the hoop at his father, his grin as wide as the horizon.

Kyōsuke crossed his arms, taking in his son's chaotic look: the sprout-like hairstyle, the bare feet, the cheeky grin—it was the spitting image of Nezha, the mischievous deity.

It was Kyōsuke's fault, really. His playful sense of humor had inspired the "cosplay." And that hoop in Haruto's hands? A custom-made ninja tool crafted with Yin-Yang Release as a birthday gift for his fifth birthday.

A thoughtful gesture, in theory—until Haruto started using it to ambush him at every opportunity.

It seemed the Uchiha bloodline didn't disappoint. At just five years old, Haruto was already displaying his filial "love" in the form of sneak attacks.

Kyōsuke's eyes narrowed as flames suddenly surged to life around the hoop, licking the air with growing intensity.

"This little rascal," he muttered, raising his right hand and forming a one-handed "Tiger" seal. With a flicker of chakra, a plume of fire erupted from his palm, matching the flames of Haruto's hoop.

Unfazed, the boy spun the hoop faster, the fiery weapon blazing brightly as it whirled.

Before things could escalate further, Kyōsuke flickered to Haruto's side, snatched him up mid-spin, and hoisted him into the air.

"Ambushing your old man at five, huh?" Kyōsuke said, his tone dripping with mock disapproval. "If I don't teach you a lesson now, what will you grow into by ten?"

Realizing the danger he was in, little Haruto struggled with all his might, but how could he escape the clutches of Kyōsuke, the "Great Demon King"?

"Mom, save me~~~" The little boy unleashed his ultimate move: a desperate cry for help from his mother.

Sure enough, the soft sound of approaching footsteps reached Kyōsuke's ears. He sighed, his stern façade melting into a helpless smile. Setting Haruto back on the ground, he moved quickly, delivering a light but firm smack to the boy's bottom.

Smack!

"OW!" Haruto yelped, clutching his sore backside. He hopped around in exaggerated pain, puffing his cheeks indignantly. "One day, I'll defeat you!" he declared, his voice muffled by the pout.

Kyōsuke couldn't help but chuckle. Despite the tiny tantrum, there was something undeniably endearing about the little rascal's spirit. Growing up surrounded by stories of Kyōsuke's exploits, Haruto had come to regard his father as the strongest ninja in the world—an unbeatable legend.

As for Earth—Haruto had no real understanding of what it was. He knew only that it was a far-off planet, distant from the Moon, and that powerful ninjas lived there. But in his young mind, it didn't matter. No matter what Earth had to offer, his father was the strongest of them all.

This unwavering belief filled Kyōsuke with a strange, bittersweet pride.

Haruto's strong-willed nature was already apparent at such a tender age. He took immense pride in his father's strength but was equally determined to surpass him one day. The boy's ambition was something that couldn't be ignored, even in his playful innocence.

Kyōsuke recognized this determination for what it was—a blessing. Without it, Haruto's exceptional talent might one day slip through his fingers, wasted by complacency.

With Kyōsuke's immense strength, the rare combination of Indra and Asura's bloodlines, and his mastery over all chakra natures, he was the perfect father figure. Yet, Kyōsuke was keenly aware that, while his legacy was rich and powerful, it would be his son's own efforts that determined just how far Haruto would go.

On the other hand, Haruto's mother, Mito, was no less remarkable. As a member of the Uzumaki clan, she was naturally blessed with an immense chakra reserve, far surpassing that of ordinary shinobi. From the moment of his birth, Haruto had inherited an extraordinary potential—one that could elevate him to the pinnacle of the shinobi world.

However, how far Haruto could go ultimately depended on his own efforts—and on the guidance of his parents.

Discipline was still necessary, of course. Without it, this little rascal might grow up to cause more trouble than even Kyōsuke's patience could handle.

"You two~"

Mito's voice broke through his thoughts, drawing Kyōsuke's attention to her as she approached.

Her elegant figure, enhanced by the white kimono she wore and her signature hairstyle—a bun adorned with charms resembling talismans—had always been a symbol of grace.

All of it, Kyōsuke thought with a smirk, was thanks to his diligent "hard work."

Most importantly, in her arms was the latest addition to their family, a porcelain doll of a daughter.

After Haruto's mischievous arrival, Mito had become pregnant once more, and this time, they welcomed a beautiful little girl into the world. They named her Uchiha Nagisa.

In his past life, Kyōsuke had been fond of a character from an anime named Nagisa Furukawa, which had inspired him to choose this name for his daughter.

Unlike her older brother, who seemed bound to create chaos at every turn, Nagisa enjoyed being treated like a princess. She was the perfect contrast to Haruto, a peaceful, serene little girl who filled the room with a soft, gentle presence.

The moment Kyōsuke laid eyes on her, his face broke into a radiant smile, as if a bloom had opened within him.

"Come here, let Daddy hold you," he urged eagerly.

However, Nagisa, all of two years old, completely ignored her father's heartfelt invitation. Instead, her chubby little arms stretched out toward her brother, and she called out repeatedly, wanting him to hold her instead.

"Hey," Haruto, noticing this, quickly set aside his playful feud with his father. He dashed over in three quick steps, spreading his arms wide to scoop his little sister up, holding her securely in his arms.

Kyōsuke: (_)

Mito: (o°ω°o)

Haruto: ㄟ(▔,▔)ㄏ

Nagisa: ()

In keeping with the family tradition, the little cutie's favorite person was her big brother.

No matter how hard the parents tried, there were times when they couldn't calm their crying daughter. But the moment Haruto appeared, her tears stopped as if by magic.

Even her first words weren't "Mommy" or "Papa"—they were the sweetest little "Onii-chan" to escape her lips.

Nagisa's strong bond with her brother became one of Haruto's key motivations to grow stronger. He vowed to protect her, no matter what.

Kyōsuke often praised Haruto for his devotion, calling him a "true little man" for his protective nature.

In truth, seeing the siblings' love for each other was far better than any rivalry could ever be.

Kyōsuke would never allow his family to experience tragedies like those that had befallen the Uchiha Fugaku household.

Lifting both children in his arms, Kyōsuke smiled warmly and said, "Let's go home."

The Kyōsuke family lived happily together on the Moon.

Little did they know, however, that the shinobi world had already descended into chaos.

Uchiha Kyōsuke's sudden disappearance did not go unnoticed. The absence of the "Demon King (Raksha)" left a gaping void in the balance of power, and the ripple effects were felt across the shinobi world.

The Senju clan, sensing an opportunity with the loss of the Uchiha's greatest threat, seized their moment.

During a grand wedding ceremony, the leader of the Uchiha clan, Uchiha Madara, boldly appeared alone and publicly challenged the ever-dominant Senju Hashirama.

Many had long believed Madara's strength to be inferior to Hashirama's.

However, when they truly clashed, everyone realized that Madara had somehow tamed the mighty Nine-Tails.

The combination of Madara's Susano'o and the Nine-Tails was a force of unparalleled destruction, pushing Hashirama to his limits. Only with his mastery of Sage Mode and the power of his Wood Golem did Hashirama manage to hold his ground.

The battle that ensued shattered the Senju clan's once-unbreakable prestige, and the other clans hesitated to pledge allegiance to them.

It became undeniable: the Uchiha clan was still a force to be reckoned with.

Two years of uneasy peace followed, but war between the Senju and Uchiha clans reignited, sparked by reasons that no one could fully recall.

At the war's outset, Senju Tobirama sought to challenge Madara head-on. However, Madara's devastating Tailed Beast Bomb shattered Tobirama's defenses, and had he not used the Flying Thunder God technique to escape, the Senju Second Hokage would have met a grim fate.

With his unmatched strength, Madara nearly crushed the Senju's main forces alone. But just as the tide seemed to favor the Uchiha, Hashirama arrived, his presence turning the battle around and bringing balance to the scales.

The two legends clashed fiercely once again. Using the immense power of his Sage Wood Golem, Hashirama managed to hold off Madara's Armored Susano'o, preventing the Uchiha from gaining a decisive victory.

The battlefield fell into a tense stalemate, with neither side able to claim dominance.

Meanwhile, Uchiha Izuna, having transplanted Sage Body cells into his own body, sought out his old rival, Tobirama Senju. Through the reckless use of his Mangekyō Sharingan, Izuna slowly began to edge out Tobirama in their brutal duel.

Given their longstanding prominence, the performances of these seasoned shinobi were to be expected.

The true rising star, however, was the fourth Mangekyō Sharingan user, Uchiha Kochou, whose personality had drastically changed since Kyōsuke's disappearance.

She was now a relentless, fearsome presence, her killing intent was so intense that it seemed as though she were ready to strike down anyone who dared cross her path.

While she couldn't match Madara's raw power or dominance, Kochou's impact on the battlefield was undeniable. She had become one of the Uchiha clan's sharpest and most dangerous weapons.

But recently, Kochou had mysteriously vanished from the battlefield.

Apart from a select few, no one knew where she had gone, adding an air of uncertainty to the already chaotic war.

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