Naruto: Blazing Eyes in the Eternal Night

Wow, children from ninja families are truly exceptional. No wonder Uzui's sword has the lowest rate of damage.

Kyojuro immediately recalled many broken Nichirin swords from his past demon-slaying adventures.

Izuna noticed Kyojuro's serious face and nodded with satisfaction. Then, he pulled out his own sickle.

"Now, let me teach you how to maintain your weapon. Pay close attention to my movements."

Watching the two little ones talking seriously, with one looking more serious than the other, Madara couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth. He then grabbed his sword and joined the group chat.

Just like that, Kyojuro was holding the unsharpened kunai, Izuna was applying oil to his sickle, and Madara was maintaining his long sword.

The sun was shining warmly, and the gentle spring breeze on their faces felt incredibly comfortable.

However, Madara didn't seem very happy.

Though they had only spent a day together, Kyojuro noticed that whenever Izuna mentioned "an excellent ninja," Madara's mood would drop.

That feeling always reminded Kyojuro of Uzui Tengen. And when he thought of Uzui, Kyojuro naturally recalled the giant diamond headband that he always wore.

Do ninjas like wearing these things?

He tilted his head and looked at Madara, imagining him wearing that diamond headband.

It seemed… kind of nice?

Madara had a very handsome appearance. Even with something so shiny on his head, it wouldn't overshadow his face; it actually made him look even better.

Wow, Kyojuro mused, then remembered the other three Uchiha faces he knew, thinking to himself, My family is all so good-looking.

To Madara and Izuna, Kyojuro's expression was simply: holding a kunai, spacing out, suddenly looking thoughtful, and then breaking into a cheerful smile.

Izuna poked Madara, his finger still swirling near his head.

Madara ruffled his younger brother's hair. "What are you thinking about? We agreed you'd be a mature adult and look after Kyojuro."

"I'm just caring for him!" Izuna muttered a few words, casually throwing his sickle to Madara. Then, he tilted his body and scooped Kyojuro into his arms.

"Izuna! You're all sweaty!!"

"I know, Madara! I'll bath with Kyojuro later!"

Madara shook his head, his mood considerably better than the past few days.

Perhaps it was because there was a child at home, but the atmosphere had become much more relaxed.

Kyojuro, being held by his little uncle, blinked his eyes.

Hmm, this is a bit hard. The flesh on his face is a bit too much, and one of his eyes was squeezed shut, turning into a narrow slit.

Izuna clearly noticed this and excitedly lifted Kyojuro and presented him in front of Madara.

"Madara! Madara! Look, Kyojuro's little face is so~ funny!"

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A week had passed, and Izuna had already set off on his mission.

Madara watched as his younger brother followed the clan members out. Although he knew it was one of the least dangerous missions, he couldn't help but feel worried.

He still didn't know when his father would lift his confinement.

Damn it!

If he weren't confined, he could take a mission in the same direction as Izuna and secretly protect his brother from behind!

When he returned home, his father had already gone to the study to handle clan affairs. Only Kyojuro remained, supported by Fukumaru, practicing walking while leaning on the wall.

Madara slapped his own cheek to wake himself up. After all, there was still a little one at home who needed him.

He thought for a moment about his training plans for the day and then asked, "Kyojuro, do you want to come train ninjutsu with me?"

Ninjutsu?

Kyojuro tilted his head. Was this training for special techniques like underwater breathing or disguise?

At past gatherings, he often heard Uzui drunkenly complaining, pouring out stories about the inhumane treatment he received as a child.

Did Madara also have to go through such training?

After a brief thought, Kyojuro decided to go with Madara, figuring it would be good to familiarize himself with his future training.

"Sure!"

Madara immediately picked up Kyojuro and started walking out.

"Fukumaru, if Kyojuro and I aren't back by lunchtime, please bring us some food."

If it were just him training, Madara could grab a couple of rice balls and head out. But Kyojuro still needed specialized food for young children, so he had to trouble Fukumaru for that.

"Got it, meow~"

...

Madara, holding Kyojuro, didn't use ninja speed. Instead, he leisurely passed through the clan grounds, deliberately walking past the training field.

"Madara-sama is holding a child!"

"What? What? Did Lord Tajima have another child?"

"What's with you? The clan leader is a man; he can't have kids."

"I haven't heard about Lord Tajima getting married recently."

"That must be Koichi's child. Lord Kiku said Koichi is on a mission, so the child is being looked after at the clan leader's house."

"Can I send my little brother there too? He cries every day, and nothing I do works to calm him."

"Madara-sama is really good with children!"

"Izuna was raised by Madara-sama. Of course, Madara-sama is great at it! Madara-sama is perfect!"

"Shut up, Hokage!"

The commotion at the training field quickly faded as Madara, holding Kyojuro, showed off a little in front of his companions. After a while, he finally arrived at the lake where they usually trained ninjutsu.

Although the weather in the Land of Fire was pleasant in spring, and April already felt like summer, the lake was near the water, so Madara carefully wrapped Kyojuro in a small blanket for warmth.

"Kyojuro, although you're not old enough to refine chakra yet, it's still good for you to learn about the ninjutsu our clan excels in. It will benefit you later, so pay attention."

He added, "Fire Style is a bit dangerous, so don't come near until the flames disappear."

Kyojuro obediently nodded, not fully understanding what Madara meant about the flames.

Wasn't their family training in the Breathing of Thunder rather than the Breathing of Flames?

But the Breathing of Flames emphasized an unyielding, unshakable momentum from the sword user, using powerful slashes to create intense flames at the blade.

Although Kyojuro had only been with the Uchiha family for a short week, he had already gained some understanding of the personalities of the three Uchiha members in the house. They were all thoughtful types, with a resolve to never retreat but also holding onto the idea of "better to die gloriously than live in shame."

This was also reflected in their swordsmanship, which was intricate and deadly, with danger at every turn. In the face of an enemy's blade, the weapons weren't the only defense—there was also the body.

That's why Kyojuro had initially thought their family practiced the Breathing of Thunder, a style focused on speed. After all, without enough speed or sharp vision, one could easily charge recklessly and end up running into the blade themselves.

While Kyojuro was still pondering their family's sword style, Madara had already assumed a stance, ready to begin his ninjutsu training.

"Serpent—Horse—Monkey—Boar—Rat—Tiger..."

"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!"

A massive fireball shot out from Madara's mouth, and the intense heat made steam rise from the surface of the water.

!!!!!!

Kyojuro quickly crawled out from his blanket, stumbling as he rushed over and grabbed Madara's sleeve. When Madara bent down to him, Kyojuro touched his mouth, then his throat, and even leaned in to sniff.

There was no smell of alcohol, nor any scent of gasoline.

He had seen street performers who, after drinking fuel, could spit out huge fire-breathing dragons.

But Madara hadn't drunk anything like that!!

What was that fireball? How did it appear!?

Madara, holding the dazed Kyojuro, began to explain ninjutsu.

"Well, this is how it is for children the first time they see ninjutsu. I remember when Izuna saw Father spit out a small fireball to light a fire for cooking when he was a child, he thought Father was possessed by a fire demon and was about to cook him up."

"Do you know about chakra, Kyojuro?"

"Chak...ra?"

"It's the energy mixture of physical and mental power generated by your 130 trillion cells. It's the source of energy for ninjutsu, genjutsu, and more."

"But our clan has a legend, saying there was a princess who ate a magical fruit, and from then on, the princess and her descendants gained chakra, this special power."

"After obtaining chakra, you also need to perform specific hand seals in a particular order to activate techniques. The Fire Style I just used is one of those techniques."

Madara slowly guided Kyojuro's little hand through the basic hand signs. "There are twelve basic hand seals, and different combinations of them activate different techniques."

"This one is Rat, this one is Ox, and this one is Tiger. The Fireball Jutsu I just used had the Tiger hand seal."

Kyojuro tried to follow Madara's demonstration, struggling to control his still clumsy fingers. But no matter how he moved, it looked like two little fists were just bumping against each other.

"Our family is particularly good at Fire Style, mainly because most of us are of the Fire element. However, the clan's library contains almost all the ninjutsu techniques our members have encountered on their missions, so no matter what your chakra element is, we can always find a suitable scroll for you."

"Next is Rabbit, Dragon, Serpent—!!!!!!!!!"

Madara's voice, which had been slightly hoarse, suddenly cracked, startling a group of birds flying away from the trees.

He stared intently at the strange object that had appeared on the ground.

It... moved!!

Madara quickly grabbed Kyojuro and retreated three steps, pulling out a kunai, cautiously watching the mysterious object.

The golden object on the ground wriggled for a few moments, then spit out something that was also golden.

Madara stared in shock, his hair already standing on end.

What was that thing!?

So disgusting!!!

His nerves were on edge, and just as he was about to launch his kunai, Kyojuro suddenly felt a rush of information flood into his mind.

In simple terms, it was his mother, who had connections in hell, adding a defensive and healing ability to him to prevent injuries.

However, to avoid being rejected by this world, it had slightly adjusted to fit his current identity.

His identity?

Wasn't he just an ordinary Uchiha?

After finally sorting through the chaos in his mind, Kyojuro opened his eyes to see Madara gripping his kunai, his hand trembling with veins bulging, ready to strike at any moment.