Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara

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After five years of relentless research, Yayoi fully mastered the advanced technology of cellular cloning.

In other words, she had achieved the ability to create a living organism that precisely met Jigen's exacting demands.

The purpose of creating a body under such specific conditions was rooted in a few obvious yet critical reasons, though Yayoi, ever meticulous and cautious, subtly altered the parameters during the experiment.

The resulting clone, while of exceptional quality, exhibited an air of fragility. Its physical development would require prolonged cultivation, likely spanning many years before it could achieve full functionality.

Jigen, however, remained utterly unconcerned.

"If the tool works, that's all that matters," he said, his voice steady and resolute. "I've waited thousands of years—what's another ten or twenty?"

Yayoi's subtle interference had a clear purpose: to create a buffer.

No matter Jigen's ultimate objectives, her adjustments ensured Kyōsuke would have sufficient time to act upon his return.

As the experiment progressed, Jigen's composure began to falter. Each day, he spent hours by the side of the cultivation vessel, his gaze fixed intently on its fragile occupant.

There was a haunting reverence in the way he looked at the experimental subject, a fixation that sent chills coursing down Uchiha Kochou's spine as she observed from the sidelines.

If not for her deep-seated fear of the monk's boundless power, she might have voiced the biting disdain that burned at the back of her throat. Instead, she kept her silence.

"The day the experimental subject is born will mark Kyōsuke's return."

These were Jigen's exact words—both a promise and the foundation of their uneasy agreement.

Before his overwhelming power, vast and indomitable as the skies and seas, Yayoi and her companion had no choice but to comply.

Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye, and the experiment neared its culmination.

Jigen awaited the vessel's completion with an eagerness that bordered on obsession. Yayoi, in contrast, pinned her hopes on Kyōsuke's long-awaited return. Yet not everyone shared their anticipation—hidden in the shadows, Black Zetsu seethed with unease.

"What on earth is this Hyūga Yayoi woman up to?"

In its millennia of existence, Black Zetsu had rarely experienced such a sense of unease, let alone panic.

The prospect of failure didn't frighten it; failure was a mere setback. It could always adapt, and start again. Its unwavering resolve to fulfill its mission—to bring its creator's will to fruition—had never faltered.

But this situation was entirely different.

How could it not understand the kind of being Jigen was?

Even if the monk shrouded his true nature in secrecy, the countless centuries he had lived betrayed glimpses of his overwhelming power.

And once Black Zetsu uncovered his identity, the truth struck with brutal clarity:

At most, the Six Paths brothers had sealed their mother. But if Isshiki were to fully revive, Kaguya wouldn't just face defeat—she would face true, irreversible death.

As the dutiful son of Kaguya, how could Black Zetsu possibly stand by and let this happen?

Destroy the experiment?

It dismissed the thought immediately. "Impossible. The strength of my reanimated puppets isn't even a fraction of what's needed to challenge Isshiki."

One plan after another was formulated, only to be rejected by Black Zetsu itself shortly thereafter.

As for a sneak attack, that was utterly laughable. While others might struggle to deal with it, to Isshiki, Black Zetsu was nothing more than a worm—easily crushed with a mere thought.

It didn't even dare approach him, let alone make an attempt to attack.

"No," Black Zetsu muttered bitterly, its voice dripping with frustration. "With my power alone, there's no way to stop this."

After long deliberation, it settled on the only viable course of action: accelerate its own plans.

Isshiki's reincarnation had to be stopped before it could come to fruition. The only way to achieve that was to free his mother—Kaguya—from her seal, no matter the cost.

Resolute, Black Zetsu cast a lingering, disdainful glance toward the laboratory before sinking silently into the earth. Its destination was clear: the Senju clan.

For now, its preparations were proceeding smoothly. The target had already transplanted Sage Body cells on top of awakening the Mangekyō Sharingan.

In other words, over half the conditions for the revival plan had already been fulfilled.

Ironically, Black Zetsu couldn't help but feel a faint sense of gratitude toward Kyōsuke.

Now, only one final push remained: plunging the target into the deepest depths of despair to awaken the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.

Sage Body paired with Eternal Eyes—the foundation for the Rinnegan awakening would finally be complete.

As for the slow process of honing that power? Black Zetsu had a solution. Perhaps that little girl, the one so adept at cellular transplantation, could speed things along.

With her expertise and Black Zetsu's guidance, the target could attain Sage Eyes (Rinnegan) in a fraction of the time—just one-fifth of the original, by its estimation.

And once that power was achieved, capturing the nine tailed beasts would be a far easier task.

If luck was on its side, the beasts could all be gathered within a single day.

At this stage, it was all about efficiency.

"Just wait," Black Zetsu hissed, its tone venomous with suppressed malice. "The one who laughs last will be me."

"This time, Mother won't give you even the faintest chance to escape."

When Black Zetsu emerged once more, it stood at the outskirts of the Senju camp.

Its gaze pierced effortlessly through the protective barriers, locking onto the white-haired boy seated within his tent, lost in thought.

A malicious grin crept across its shadowy form.

"Hehehe... let me give you a little push."

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On the Moon – Sealing Altar

Kyōsuke, declining Haruto's request to accompany him, ventured alone into the forbidden grounds, his goal clear: to visit the lonely soul sealed within.

As he approached, the cold, desolate air clung to him like a shroud. When their gazes met, Kaguya's expression was uncharacteristically grave.

"I can sense Isshiki's chakra," she said, her voice low but steady.

"Hm?"

Kyōsuke's brow furrowed as he glanced around, his senses on high alert. It seemed improbable. Isshiki, nursing old wounds and ever-cautious, wouldn't act recklessly. To come to the Moon now, with Kaguya so near, would be a death wish.

Why would he make such a bold move without reason?

"No, he hasn't come in person," Kaguya clarified, shaking her head. "But I've detected spatial disturbances. It seems someone is reconstructing a passage between the planets."

Reconstructing a passage?

A bold thought flashed through Kyosuke's mind.

Does this mean I can go back?

A bold guess flashed through Kyōsuke's mind.

With the Ōtsutsuki clan's unparalleled mastery of space-time, traversing galaxies should be as simple as a thought.

Thus, If a passage was being created, it likely wasn't for Isshiki's immediate use.

Could it be… for him?

But why? Why not simply retrieve him directly? There could be countless reasons. Perhaps Isshiki was wary of potential traps or dangers hidden on the Moon. Or maybe he simply wished to keep his involvement a secret.

Without Kaguya's warning, even if Kyōsuke returned, he wouldn't suspect Isshiki was behind it.

Does my return somehow serve his plans?

Team up against Kaguya? Or…

Kyōsuke mulled over the possibilities, but Isshiki's motives eluded him. The only certainty was that he needed to remain vigilant.

Sensing his unease, Kaguya's expression softened. Yet a flicker of worry still lingered in her eyes.

Kyōsuke smiled gently and said, "Don't worry, I'll protect you."

At that, Kaguya relaxed visibly. Picking up her tea, she took a loud sip before returning to her meal with surprising ease.

Watching her carefree demeanor, Kyōsuke couldn't help but let out a bitter chuckle.

Who would've thought that after all my efforts, I'd ultimately have to rely on Isshiki's interference to reopen the passage?

Still, he had a sense that the reconstruction wouldn't take long. His hunch was confirmed the very next day when his clan reported anomalies in the passage's energy.

Kyosuke rushed to the cave where the passage resided, examining the rippling space carefully. His findings left no doubt: he could return to Earth.

When the news spread, excitement rippled through the clan like wildfire. No one was more affected than Mito. Though she rarely spoke of it, her longing for her father had never faded.

Now, with the passage reopened, the possibility of returning to the Shinobi World was finally within reach.

After a family discussion, the plan was set. Kyōsuke would go first to scout the situation and confirm it was safe. Only then would Mito and the children follow.

At the cave's entrance, Kyōsuke hugged his babbling daughter and ruffled Haruto's hair. "Stay safe and listen to your mother," he said with a smile.

Mito offered him a brief but firm embrace, her eyes betraying her concern. "We'll be waiting."

With that, Kyōsuke stepped toward the swirling portal, his determination steeling him.

"Let's see what you're up to, Isshiki."

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