Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara

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The forest was alive with the crisp, melodious chirping of birds.

However, despite the tranquil atmosphere, the Sage of Six Paths wore a solemn expression, gripped by an almost irresistible urge to retreat back to the Pure Land.

It was far too awkward.

He had assumed that upon revealing his identity, the other party would at least display some level of awe—if not bowing in reverence, then at the very least showing a proper reaction to meeting a legendary figure.

Yet, contrary to his expectations, the situation had taken an entirely different turn.

Looking at the soul floating quietly in midair, Uchiha Madara remained completely expressionless, his gaze cold and unreadable. He did not utter a single word, conveying his attitude solely through his eyes.

"You came to see me for something?"

"…Indeed."

Otsutsuki Hagoromo nodded slightly before divulging the news of Isshiki's attack on Konoha.

In truth, had it not been for Kyōsuke's interference, his soul might not have escaped so easily.

Since he was the one who had lured the enemy to the village, he felt that he should at least do something to assist.

Kyōsuke was linked to his mother, and Hagoromo found himself disliking him. Meanwhile, Asura's reincarnation was training in the Shikkotsu Forest, where his strength would naturally skyrocket without any need for external aid.

That left only one person who could benefit from his help—the reincarnation of Indra.

Long ago, he had chosen to nurture Asura as his successor, a decision that had sparked a conflict between his sons, leading to a feud that had persisted for a thousand years.

But now, Indra had voluntarily abandoned that struggle.

Perhaps it was time for him to try leaving the future in Indra's hands.

"Stretch out your hand."

A crescent-shaped seal gleamed, radiating a peculiar energy that caused Uchiha Madara's heartbeat to unconsciously accelerate.

Through Kyosuke's explanation, Madara had already learned of the Sage of Six Paths' history. That was precisely why he lacked the reverence most would show a legendary figure.

However, now that the Sage was offering him power, Madara quickly reassessed the situation. Perhaps, just this once, he should at least feign a little politeness.

"Don't order me around."

The moment he opened his mouth, his blunt retort made the Sage of Six Paths roll his eyes in exasperation.

Despite his words, Madara still extended his hand.

Their palms met.

A surge of pure Yin energy flooded into his body, and in an instant, his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan underwent a profound transformation.

"This…"

Madara was utterly stunned.

For so long, he had been searching for ways to elevate his power, yet none of the methods he devised had been ideal.

And now, on this very day, a celestial being had descended from the sky and effortlessly solved the problem that had troubled him for so long.

"Hah! Now you see how formidable I am, don't you?"

Hagoromo maintained his composed, sage-like demeanor.

But deep inside, he was immensely pleased. Seeing the reincarnation of Indra so utterly astonished at his power—it was truly a satisfying sight.

"The future of the shinobi world is in your hands now."

Watching Madara immersed in the sensation of his newfound power, the Sage of Six Paths quietly withdrew, vanishing without a trace.

He had another destination in mind.

A significant event was unfolding elsewhere, one that required his presence for the final step.

As the chosen successor of Ninshū, Hashirama would soon receive the blessing of fate itself.

Perhaps for the next thousand years, or even tens of thousands, he would bear the weighty responsibility of protecting the shinobi world.

"…Sigh."

The Sage of Six Paths let out a quiet sigh, and for a fleeting moment, an inexplicable gleam flickered in his eyes.

---

Thirty kilometers south of Konoha.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Three consecutive punches struck the same spot.

Susanoo shattered.

A Truth-Seeking Orb crumbled.

Even Kyōsuke's Steel Release-enhanced body was nearly overwhelmed.

Fortunately, his defense was unparalleled, and he managed to endure the onslaught.

Isshiki's ability to evade attacks was extraordinary—he had no intention of engaging in direct combat, and no matter how hard Kyōsuke tried to catch him, he failed every time.

With no other choice, Kyōsuke resorted to unleashing large-scale ninjutsu, attacking indiscriminately to force Isshiki into revealing his location.

Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World Technique!

Developed by the Second Tsuchikage, this Kekkei Tōta technique combined Wind, Fire, and Earth Chakra natures.

It could disassemble targets down to the atomic level—a certain death sentence for those who lacked space-time manipulation or the ability to absorb jutsu.

Against an Otsutsuki, it wasn't a perfect solution.

But at the very least, it forced the enemy to use the Kāma seal's absorption ability, limiting his options.

"This isn't working."

Another punch missed, sending shockwaves rippling through the earth.

But no matter how powerful the impact, if he couldn't land a hit, it was meaningless.

Opening his system menu, Kyōsuke quickly scrolled through the list, searching for something that could turn the tide in his favor.

BAAANG!!

Before he could find a solution, his momentary distraction cost him dearly—Isshiki landed a devastating kick, sending blood spraying wildly from his mouth.

Activating Susanoo, he raised the Yata Mirror just in time to block the follow-up attack.

Even so, he remained at a severe disadvantage.

"Damn it, you forced me into this."

His heart hardened as he spent 200,000 system points to exchange for a special dojutsu.

Due to the nature of the technique, its integration required time.

If he could hold out until the process was complete, then he would have a chance to turn the tables.

"Come on, I can play this game all day."

---

Meanwhile, Isshiki, frustrated by his prolonged inability to defeat his opponent, grew increasingly impatient.

In response, he activated Daikokuten, shrinking his body to a near-microscopic size.

For all its so-called invulnerability, Susanoo was meaningless when its user could not detect an enemy slipping through the gaps.

"I'll deal with you later. First, I need to absorb the full power of the Tailed Beasts—then I'll come back to finish you off."

A black portal swirled open.

Before Kyōsuke could react, space distorted around him, and in the next instant, he was banished into a timeless dimension where time itself stood still.

"Annoying pest."

That was Isshiki's only evaluation of his opponent.

The Ten-Tails' energy was insufficient. If he wanted to cultivate the Divine Tree properly, he needed to gather all the scattered Tailed Beasts across the shinobi world.

His centuries of experience had taught him the importance of caution.

Rather than wasting time fighting Kyōsuke, his priority should be completing the Otsutsuki's true mission first.

Once he fully awakened his Divine Flame-level Dojutsu, then with a mere flick of his hand, he could erase Kyōsuke effortlessly.

Turning toward Konoha, Isshiki took a step forward.

Before taking action, he decided to recruit Hyūga Yayoi first.

He needed the technological power she possessed.

"You bastard!"

Suddenly, a furious voice rang out from above.

Just as he began to lift his head, a powerful force struck Isshiki's face without warning.

*BOOOOM!!!*

A terrifying impact landed squarely on his cheek, instantly distorting his entire appearance into something grotesque, as though his facial features were on the verge of flying off in different directions.

He was sent hurtling across the ground, tumbling violently for nearly a hundred meters before finally managing to regain his footing and steady himself.

His Byakugan activated to its fullest extent, and only then did he gradually make out the figure of the assailant who had ambushed him.

The Rinnegan?!

Isshiki was somewhat surprised. He had thought that apart from Kaguya's offspring, no one else in this world had awakened those eyes.

Moreover, their appearance bore a striking resemblance to the Rinne Sharingan—an evolution achievable through the consumption of a Chakra Fruit.

The only difference was the sheer gulf between their respective powers, as vast and absolute as the divide between the peak of a mountain and the depths of an ocean.

"A power exceeding that of an ordinary Rinnegan… Not bad, those are quite remarkable eyes," Isshiki mused aloud, lifting his gaze to the man who was now striding towards him.

Uchiha Madara.

A man he had once fought before.

To be honest, Isshiki had never considered him a threat. Even now, that sentiment remained unchanged.

If anything, he simply acknowledged that, back then, he had been a little too careless.

He should have killed this man when he had the chance. Fortunately, it wasn't too late to rectify that mistake.

The Rinnegan? It was nothing more than a flawed imitation of the Rinne Sharingan—a mere inferior replica. Only the heirs of "Saint Sanctuary" had any real use for them.

"Kaguya, your descendants are just as foolish as you were."

In an instant, Isshiki shrank his body to an extreme degree and vanished—reappearing right in front of Madara in the blink of an eye.

But before he could even make his move, two phantom-like figures suddenly materialized beside Madara, striking Isshiki and sending him flying for the second time in mere moments.

"What?! More shadows?!"

Isshiki's eyes widened in disbelief. His mouth hung open, and he didn't even bother wiping away the blood trickling from the corner of his lips.

The surprises just kept coming today.

Limbo: Border Jail—a unique ability of Uchiha Madara's Rinnegan.

With this technique, Madara could create shadow clones in an alternate dimension. These invisible entities could intercept attacks on his behalf or launch devastating ambushes against his enemies.

Their power was immense—strong enough to send even a Tailed Beast sprawling for half a day with a single strike.

Ordinary Rinnegan users could produce up to four Limbo shadows. However, after obtaining the Yin Power of the Sage of Six Paths—and with his Tomoe Rinnegan—Madara's number of Limbo shadows had doubled to eight.

It was an all-encompassing ocular technique, equally formidable in both offense and defense.

With his arms folded across his chest, Madara gazed at Isshiki with an air of absolute arrogance.

"Shrinking your body doesn't seem all that impressive to me."

With the Yin Power of the Sage of Six Paths flowing through him, Madara's strength had skyrocketed to the mid-tier Six Paths level.

Combined with his exceptional ocular abilities, he was now capable of contending against high-tier Six Paths-level opponents.

"Arrogant fool."

Isshiki did not become angry. There was no need to. Very soon, he would show this man what true power was—the power of a being half a step into the Divine Flame Realm.

---

Meanwhile, in an isolated dimensional space, Kyōsuke, who should have been completely unconscious, was instead struggling to adapt to his newly acquired ocular abilities.

He also possessed a time-related ability, though it was becoming increasingly useless in situations like this.

Still, ensuring his own mobility wasn't an issue.

"Almost there… Just half an hour more, and I'll be ready."

It wasn't that Kyōsuke didn't want to step out and fight.

But in his current state, doing so would be nothing more than throwing his life away.

Instead of that, he might as well gather his strength and focus on deciphering Isshiki's shrinkage ability.

Only then would he stand a real chance at taking the enemy down.

"Hold on, Madara."

---

Outside Shikkotsu Forest

Senju Hashirama let out a sigh as he slowly rose to his feet.

"Why… must it always come to this?"

He murmured softly.

Before him stood several freshly dug graves, each marked with the names of warriors who had once stood at the peak of the shinobi world.

They were all reincarnations of Asura.

And each of them, without hesitation, had sacrificed their lives for his sake.

Without their power, resisting this invader would have been impossible.

However, the sheer vastness of the strength they had left behind…

At the moment, Hashirama simply could not absorb it all.

But time was a luxury he didn't have. He had to return to the village immediately.

He had to stand shoulder to shoulder with his old friends once more, even knowing that his chances of survival were slim—nearly seventy percent against him.

Even the Sage of Six Paths had failed to defeat this foe.

How could he, in his current state, hope to prevail?

But...

"Whether I can win or not is one thing."

"Whether I do something or not is another."

"That bastard Kyōsuke… Sometimes, when I really think about it, his words do make sense."

Behind him, eight Truth-Seeking Orbs slowly floated into existence.

Rising into the sky, Hashirama swiftly flew in the direction of Konohagakure.

He had fused the power of ten Asura reincarnations into his body.

Even though he had yet to fully integrate it, he had already surpassed the threshold of the Six Paths level.

"Wait for me, Madara… Kyōsuke."

---

*BOOOOM!!!*

Madara staggered backward, barely managing to keep his footing.

Three of his Limbo shadows were all that remained.

The rest had been completely obliterated.

Even after reaching the Six Paths level, Madara still could not defeat Isshiki Ōtsutsuki.

And just when the situation was becoming dire…

A familiar, powerful voice echoed through the battlefield.

"Madara! I'm here to assist you!"

At that critical moment, Senju Hashirama finally arrived.

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