Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara

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The opening of the Gate of Death signified that Kyōsuke was prepared to stake everything in this battle.

The Eight Gates Release Formation was the ultimate explosion of one's latent potential. However great the power is unleashed, the body would inevitably bear an equal degree of destruction.

No matter how much one tempered their physique, even if one reached the level of the Six Paths, Kyōsuke could not escape the severe consequences of opening the final gate.

If it were possible to counteract its side effects with ease, then the Eight Gates technique would hold no meaning.

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"Hm?"

Ōtsutsuki Isshiki landed lightly on the ground, his expression tinged with doubt as he gazed at Kyōsuke. "A separate dimension that isolates space and time… Given your shallow understanding of spatial manipulation, you shouldn't have been able to escape."

Blood-red vapor churned violently around Kyōsuke's body as he clenched his teeth, paying no heed to his adversary's words.

He could feel it—every second that passed, his body was deteriorating at an alarming rate. Even the seemingly resilient cells of his Sage Body were utterly incapable of slowing down the march toward his inevitable demise.

And yet, it was precisely this price that granted him an explosive surge in power, allowing him to push his strength to the very limits of his opponent's.

The cost, of course, was his life.

As for how he had managed to escape from the suspended time-space, it was made possible by his dōjutsu, which granted him minor control over time itself, coupled with the Kāma Seal he had exchanged possessed the ability to open spatial transfer portals.

To claim that escape was impossible would be nothing short of absurd.

Naturally, he had no intention of sharing this information with his opponent. If Isshiki chose not to attack immediately, all the better—he needed time to fully adapt to his newfound strength.

The longer the delay, the greater his mastery over his power, and the more formidable he would become in the upcoming battle.

"Unwilling to answer?" Isshiki smiled faintly, then shifted the conversation as he observed Kyōsuke's state. "So, this is what it looks like when you unleash your full strength?"

"Not bad. Judging purely from the level of power… You are even stronger than the last one I fought."

The "last one" he referred to was most likely the Blackened Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo.

What Kyōsuke did not yet know was that the corrupted version of Hagoromo had long since perished, and the one who had battled Isshiki was, in truth, the original Sage of Six Paths himself.

"What's the matter? Are you afraid?" Kyōsuke shot back with a retort, his voice laced with defiance.

At the same time, the turbulent crimson steam surrounding his body gradually subsided—not because his strength was waning, but because he had begun to gain control over the vast chakra surging within him.

"Interesting."

With a mere step, the ground beneath Isshiki shattered as he instantly closed the distance between them.

"Even with only fifty percent of my power remaining, killing you is a mere flick of the wrist."

A fist shot forward, its sheer force tearing through the air with a deafening sonic boom—a blow far beyond the reach of ordinary mortals.

However, before Kyōsuke, who had opened the Gate of Death, such an attack was nothing to be feared.

He bent his arms and thrust them forward; a thunderous boom resounded as he blocked the assault head-on.

"What… Impossible!"

The shock in Isshiki's eyes was unmistakable.

Before he could recover, Kyōsuke's right leg shot out, the crimson mist surrounding him erupting as a monstrous force crashed into Isshiki's chest.

"Urgh!"

A mouthful of blood spewed from Isshiki's lips, rising nearly six meters into the air. His entire body hurtled backward like a cannonball, streaking across the horizon at breakneck speed.

"Damn it."

Kyōsuke glanced down at his own leg, which was now in a wretched state, and clicked his tongue in frustration.

This was his first time opening the Gate of Death, and his control over the immense power was still lacking. In the heat of the moment, he had gone overboard, completely wrecking his right leg in the process.

"...Looks like I have no choice. I was hoping to hold something back, but it seems I'll have to lay all my cards on the table."

With that, he conjured a black rod of Yin-Yang Release and, without hesitation, stabbed it into his own abdomen.

This small tool was not only capable of sealing chakra—it also had the ability to receive chakra from a distant source, much like how Pain had remotely controlled the Six Paths of Pain.

At this moment, however, what Kyōsuke needed was not chakra, but a life force potent enough to defy death itself.

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—Moon Base, Rear Mountains—

Thirty-six monks sat in deep meditation, their expressions solemn and unwavering.

They were the "Followers of the Afterlife," a cadre Kyōsuke had meticulously cultivated over the years. Each had mastered the forbidden technique known as One's Own Life Reincarnation—a jutsu capable of resurrecting the dead.

By transferring their own life force into another, they could bestow a regenerative ability that even surpassed the legendary Sage Body.

This technique was the true trump card of the God of Shinobi.

With this power at his disposal, Kyōsuke could sustain the Gate of Death indefinitely.

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As his right leg rapidly regenerated, Kyōsuke let out a small chuckle. In the blink of an eye, he had already closed the distance to his adversary.

His uppercut landed squarely, sending shockwaves rippling outward. Isshiki's body twisted violently as he was launched toward the sky, shattering the few remaining wisps of clouds.

"You… bastard…"

Having endured multiple devastating attacks, Isshiki's body was nearing its limit. Casting aside any semblance of dignity, he activated his dojutsu, Sukunahikona, reducing himself to a microscopic scale.

Let's see just how tough your internal organs are.

Clearly, in the face of death, Isshiki no longer cared for pride. Survival was all that mattered.

But just as Isshiki prepared to execute his plan, a startling realization struck him: his enemy had vanished.

"Did he run?!"

Confusion flickered across Isshiki's face before a tremendous BOOOOM! shattered his thoughts—and his spine. Even as blood poured from his mouth, he forced himself to turn his head.

What he saw sent a chill down his soul. The attacker was none other than Kyōsuke. And, astonishingly, his body had shrunk to nearly a microscopic size, just like Isshiki's.

"Impossible!"

"How do you possess my dojutsu?!"

Faced with his enemy's astonishment, Kyōsuke merely responded with a cold smile, Kyōsuke merely offered a cold smile, withholding any further explanation.

Meanwhile, at the lunar base, among the thirty-six members, seven had already perished permanently.

His time was running out.

"There's no other choice… I'll have to borrow Might Guy's technique."

A powerful gust surged forth as an incredibly violent air shockwave slammed into the enemy head-on.

Evening Elephant!

This high-level taijutsu technique, usable only after opening the Eighth Gate of Death, created an air cannon by harnessing sheer force. The technique accelerated in intensity from the First Step to the Fifth Step.

Its destructive power was overwhelming—at the first step alone, it could blast a bottomless crater into the earth.

The immense pressure of the compressed air locked his opponent in place, and without hesitation, Kyōsuke unleashed a second punch.

Evening Elephant—Second Step!

Then came the third punch. The fourth. And finally, the ultimate fifth punch—driven directly into the enemy's chest, with the air cannon detonating at point-blank range.

The impact was devastating.

Kyōsuke's arm, along with his opponent's entire torso, was obliterated in the blast.

Yet, even with such a catastrophic injury, Ōtsutsuki Isshiki still refused to die.

Kyōsuke lowered his gaze, staring at the empty space where his right arm had once been. With a soft sigh, he acknowledged a grim reality—One's Own Life Reincarnation could not restore lost limbs.

Now, he had truly become a one-armed warrior.

Even if he survived this battle, he would be condemned to a one-handed existence for the rest of his life.

"As expected, even this level of attack is not enough to erase him completely."

"I still have the Night Guy technique at my disposal… but Six Paths Madara already proved that it isn't sufficient."

"To kill an Ōtsutsuki, their entire body must be utterly annihilated. Concentrating all attacks on one point is futile."

At that moment, more than half of the Followers of the Afterlife had fallen, and the survivors were dying at an accelerated rate.

"This will be the final strike."

Kyōsuke forcibly cleared his mind of all distractions. The crimson mist surrounding his body surged, its intensity so great that even the Truth-Seeking Orbs began to lose their protective stability.

*BOOOOOOMMM!!!*

His right ankle exploded entirely, but he didn't stop.

With unparalleled speed, he charged toward his opponent, his body wreathed in a storm of blood mist and his fists clenched with such force they seemed capable of tearing through time itself.

Eightfold Explosion!

The Eight Gates—Open, Rest, Life, Pain, Limit, View, Wonder, and Death—each ignited, unleashing boundless power.

Even when he had already surpassed the limits of his body, this final burst of strength propelled him even further.

Within a single second, hundreds of punches rained down upon various parts of Isshiki's body.

Each strike carried a third of the destructive force of an Evening Elephant blow—a level of power that no ordinary being could withstand.

"This is everything I have—this is the proof of my existence, Uchiha Kyōsuke's legacy in this world!"

"Fear me! Tremble before me! And now—

—DIE!!"

Eightfold Explosion: Rasetsu's Solo Dance (Rasetsu Dokubu)!

One second.

Three seconds.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Twelve seconds!

In twelve mere seconds, Kyōsuke delivered over one thousand two hundred devastating punches.

The air itself could no longer endure the speed of his fists, distorting space-time in several places, warping reality around him.

The sheer scale of destruction in their battle was reaching the very limits of what the Earth could withstand.

And in these final, fleeting moments, Kyōsuke unleashed everything within him—burning away his very essence, holding nothing back. In exchange, he summoned an ultimate, unparalleled power, a force beyond comprehension.

The result?

Ōtsutsuki Isshiki was utterly obliterated.

The once-mighty Isshiki—one of the most terrifying beings to ever walk the world—never even had the chance to utter a final word. His existence was erased in an instant, his body reduced to ashes, then scattered into nothingness. Not even the smallest fragment of his being remained.

[System Notification: Ōtsutsuki Isshiki successfully slain. You have earned 200,000 points.]

[System Notification: Comprehensive System upgrade in progress. Item exchange limit increased to 1,000,000 points.]

The rewards were staggering.

A foe who stood at the absolute pinnacle of the Six Paths level had granted him an unfathomable 200,000 points upon death.

And with the system undergoing an upgrade, even greater and more powerful items would now be within reach.

Yet…

Kyōsuke would never have the chance to enjoy any of it.

The Ultimate Sage Body was immensely powerful, but it lacked the regenerative miracles of the Yang Power.

More importantly, in those last few seconds, Kyōsuke had burned away everything within him. The moment the battle ended, his body had already begun collapsing at a cellular level.

The battle between the two strongest warriors of this era had reached its conclusion. Yet, when the dust settled, there was not even a trace left of their existence.

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On the Moon, within the hidden base.

The entire Followers of the Afterlife Squad had been wiped out. Not a single one remained.

The clan members—those who were assigned to defend the base—had already descended into a complete state of panic.

"This is bad! Someone, report to the captain—now!"

"Hurry! Something terrible has happened!"

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Konohagakure, underground shelter.

Uchiha Nagisa sat in silence, staring blankly at her dirt-stained white sneakers. The shelter around her buzzed with quiet murmurs, yet everything felt distant—muted.

For reasons she couldn't quite understand, tears welled up in her eyes. A lump formed in her throat, and before she knew it, her small frame was shaking. The sobs came suddenly, uncontrollably, wracking her body with grief she couldn't name.

CRACK!

Mito, the bun-haired princess, had been mid-step—about to kneel beside her daughter—when she froze. Her breath hitched.

A sharp chill crawled up her spine. Trembling fingers reached for her neck.

There, pressed against her skin, was the amulet she had worn for over a decade.

Fine cracks now marred its once-perfect surface.

And in that instant, memories crashed into her like a tidal wave—scattered echoes of a life once filled with warmth.

[I, Uzumaki Mito, would rather die than marry you!]

[Wahhh~ I'm going to marry someone else, do you even know that?~]

[Kyōsuke, will you marry me?]

[Will it hurt to have children?]

[Kyōsuke~]

A crushing sense of suffocation overwhelmed her. Mito bent over, gripping her knees, gasping for breath as if the very air itself had turned against her.

She fought desperately to suppress the tears threatening to spill over.

Not now. Not when her children still needed her.

She could not afford to show even the slightest hint of weakness.

Now was not the time to fall apart.

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In a hidden base, somewhere unknown.

Uchiha Madara struggled to his feet, forcing himself upright. Closing his eyes, he extended his senses—reaching out, searching—only to let out a bitter chuckle.

"You reckless fools… Always doing things your own way."

Turning his head, he glanced at Hashirama, whose once-vibrant hair was now streaked with white.

Madara said nothing.

For a long moment, he simply watched.

Then, without another word, he turned and staggered into the darkness. His form faded, swallowed by the unknown.

From this moment on, no one would ever hear of him again.

"I will follow through with the plan… and protect the shinobi world from the shadows."

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Konoha Year 6, July 12th.

An unknown enemy infiltrated the Chūnin Exam arena, defeating every opponent in their path and reducing countless buildings to rubble.

In response, the Three Gods of Konoha stood together against the looming threat.

Senju Hashirama was gravely wounded.

Uchiha Madara vanished without a trace.

The First Hokage fought alone—fighting until his final breath, perishing alongside the enemy.

In recognition of his unparalleled sacrifice, the village erected a colossal statue at its main gates—a monument to the First Hokage's legacy, ensuring that future generations would never forget.

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