Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara

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Kaname died—silently, without a trace.

The Shinobi Sect had dispatched people to investigate from various angles, but despite their best efforts, they failed to uncover any conclusive evidence.

"Hmph, it must have been the work of the Uchiha," someone asserted with unwavering certainty.

It made sense. Other than those who carried Indra's bloodline, reaching the power of the Kage was already the pinnacle that ordinary people could aspire to. Someone of that caliber could not have possibly been Kaname's match.

"Very well. It seems this is Konoha's answer to us."

"Just wait. You will regret the choices you have made today."

In the eleventh year of Konoha's founding, the Shinobi Sect envoys reached an agreement with both Kumogakure and Sunagakure.

The two villages formed a military alliance, officially recognizing the Shinobi Sect as their acting authority in the shinobi world.

The goal, at least on the surface, was straightforward: to put an end to the ongoing strife among nations and consolidate power in preparation for the looming threat from beyond the cosmos.

Their slogans were grand and stirring, yet both Sunagakure and Kumogakure remained indifferent at heart.

Ōtsutsuki? If the Shinobi Sect was so concerned, they were welcome to deal with that problem on their own. As for the two villages, their primary objective was still Konoha.

The Shinobi Sect, however, chose to remain silent on the matter, neither objecting nor discouraging the two villages' ambitions.

The truth was, despite their apparent urgency, they knew that the enemy's arrival was still a long way off.

Even for the Otsutsuki clan, interstellar travel was a daunting endeavor—crossing the vastness of space demanded immense time and effort. It was no exaggeration to say that such journeys often spanned several decades.

Unless they possessed powerful space-time abilities related to their Dojutsu, even the teleportation granted by the Kāma Mark made traversing the cosmos a significant challenge. The greatest obstacle in harvesting chakra fruits was not the battles, but the journey itself.

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Konoha, Hokage's Office

"This is this month's report," Uchiha Kochou sighed deeply, her expression weary.

Lately, she had been pushing herself to the limit, constantly dealing with the frequent conflicts erupting across different regions.

Judging by the current situation, Sunagakure and Kumogakure had made their hostility clear. All they needed now was a suitable excuse to launch an attack.

The Shinobi Sect, after all, prided itself on its doctrine of benevolence. Without a justifiable reason, they could not afford to recklessly initiate aggression against the Land of Fire. Doing so would complicate their efforts in governance after securing victory.

This meant that, for the moment, Konoha still had time to prepare.

Prepare for what?

Naturally, they had to assess whether they could secure any valuable allies.

Kumogakure was driven by greed, and Sunagakure lacked compassion. Both were destined to be adversaries. However, Iwagakure was a different story. Their Tsuchikage was not one to easily submit to another's authority.

The First Tsuchikage, Ishikawa, was the man who had first established the "Will of Stone." Even decades later, his unwavering resolve had guided Ōnoki back onto the right path. A leader of such caliber was anything but ordinary.

The two women's plan was straightforward: to determine whether Iwagakure could be swayed to their side. And even if they failed, they at least had to ensure that the Land of Earth did not become an enemy.

Then there was Kirigakure. That village had long since shut itself off from the world, refusing even Konoha's diplomatic envoys at its borders. The Shinobi Sect faced similar treatment.

Given the vast ocean that separated them, along with Uzushiogakure serving as a buffer zone, there was little need to worry about Kirigakure for the time being.

"Thirteen skirmishes in total—five involving Kumogakure, eight instigated by Sunagakure. They really aren't holding back," Yayoi remarked in an indifferent tone, as if the matter was of little consequence to her.

At this stage, before the overwhelming strength of Konoha, neither Kumogakure nor Sunagakure posed a real threat.

The true enemy was the Shinobi Sect.

Those individuals did not need to stain their hands with blood to kill—they were an insidious, formidable force, more dangerous than any shinobi army.

Yayoi knew all too well that behind the Shinobi Sect, there was likely an even greater figure pulling the strings.

Back during the chaos of the Chūnin Exams, Otsutsuki Isshiki had been pursuing an unknown individual.

Piecing together the clues Kyōsuke had provided in the past, Yayoi had fixed her attention on a particular legendary figure—none other than the Sage of Six Paths himself.

Only he could command the Shinobi Sect's emergence. Only he could be the one directing them from the shadows, stirring up turmoil throughout the shinobi world.

"What a pity," Yayoi mused. "Of all the mistakes you could have made, choosing to stand against Konoha was the gravest."

"The world today no longer belongs to you."

As she remained lost in thought, Uchiha Kochou coolly reminded her, "Be careful. Not everyone in Konoha is willing to oppose the legendary Shinobi Sect."

"Oh? Are you saying that some within the village have already turned to the enemy?"

"Of course. There is never a shortage of self-proclaimed 'clear-headed individuals' who fancy themselves smarter than the rest."

"Hah. Abandoning their home, all for the sake of a so-called grand vision..."

"Someone who cannot even love their own family—do you really expect them to dedicate themselves to the shinobi world?"

"You sound quite upset."

Uchiha Kochou had every reason to be furious.

Why would someone born into the Uchiha Clan willingly lower themselves to serve as a lapdog for Senju Tobirama?

The one she referred to as a dog was none other than Uchiha Kagami, the so-called prodigy of their clan who had long since pledged his allegiance to the Senju in secret.

Lately, that man had become increasingly vocal, spreading the notion that the Senju were the true "clan of love."

And as for the Uchiha?

According to him, they were nothing more than a group of narrow-minded family supremacists.

To Kochou, he was nothing but a naïve fool who had never experienced true hardship.

Had he lived through the chaos of the Warring States period, he would never have uttered such ridiculous words about who truly embodied the spirit of love.

The truth was simple: everything he had seen was merely what others had deliberately allowed him to see.

Yet, he acted as if he had eyes sharper than any, as if he could perceive the true nature of the world. Every time Kochou saw him putting on such a self-righteous air, she felt a deep sense of disgust.

If it weren't for Izuna stopping her, she would have dealt with that traitor herself long ago.

"Izuna is far more sensible than you," Yayoi remarked, her tone laced with sharpness. "No matter how ruthless your methods may be, you will never be able to control people's thoughts."

"You can restrain their bodies, but can you shackle their minds?"

Kochou was silent for a moment before responding, "That may be true, but—"

"Leaving him alive to serve as a cautionary tale is far more valuable than simply killing him off," Yayoi interrupted.

Hearing this, Kochou paused in thought, realizing that she had a point. Someone like Uchiha Kagami could never stir up a real storm.

If anything, he might even serve as bait to lure out other hidden traitors within the clan.

"Ah," Yayoi sighed, casting a sidelong glance at the contemplative woman. "It's a mystery how Kyōsuke entrusted the Anbu to you."

"Hmph! Obviously, it's because Lord Kyōsuke trusts me and loves me," Kochou huffed, her previous irritation replaced with a smug sense of satisfaction.

"Tsk, tsk," Yayoi clicked her tongue, shaking her head in amusement, as if she were looking at an ignorant summer insect trying to discuss ice.

"You bitch," Kochou growled, narrowing her eyes. "Keep that up, and I'll beat you to a pulp."

"You?" Yayoi smirked. "A little slut who thinks about men all day? If you can't win, don't bother pretending you can."

"As if you don't have the same thoughts," Kochou shot back.

The two women, as was their habit, exchanged verbal jabs for a while. However, they both had pressing matters to attend to, so they soon parted ways without escalating their banter into an actual fight.

After Kochou left, Yayoi pondered for a moment before forming a shadow clone to handle official duties in her place. Meanwhile, her true body quietly slipped out of the village and made her way toward the space-time corridor leading to the moon.

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The Moon – Tenseigan (Energy Vessel)

"Hyaah!"

"Hey!"

"Haa!"

Inside a grand chamber, a group of young boys, no older than seven or eight, were engrossed in intense training.

The moment Yayoi stepped inside, they immediately gathered around her, excitedly chattering about their progress.

If an outsider had been present, they would have been utterly dumbfounded. Despite their tender age, these boys possessed extraordinary strength, far beyond what was expected of children.

The weakest among them were already at the level of Chūnin, while the most exceptional ones boasted combat abilities rivaling that of Jōnin.

Had they been in the outside world, each of them would be considered a prodigy on par with Kakashi.

"Very good," Yayoi nodded approvingly. "You haven't disappointed me."

With that, she raised her hand. "Come now, let me see how well you've adapted."

As soon as she spoke, dark markings abruptly spread across the boys' bodies.

Among the strongest of them, a distinct chakra wave radiated from their forms—one that was deeply familiar to Yayoi.

"...Lord Kyōsuke," she murmured, falling into momentary silence.

The markings on their bodies—there was no mistaking it. They were identical to the "Kāma" marks that originated from the Ōtsutsuki Clan.

However, unlike the original, these were derived from Kyōsuke himself.

This was his contingency plan for resurrection.

Inspired by the precedent set by Ōtsutsuki Isshiki, Kyōsuke had chosen to follow the same path. To be frank, this method was far more reliable than the Reincarnation Jutsu.

Plug-and-play, with no risk of betrayal.

In truth, if not for Kabuto and Black Zetsu meddling behind the scenes, Obito would never have even considered reviving Uchiha Madara in the original timeline.

He had been too naive in his youth, but after experiencing countless schemes and betrayals, there was no way he hadn't realized that Madara had used him.

By that point, however, he had already given up on the world. There was nothing left for him but to continue down the path he had been set upon.

But Kyōsuke wasn't willing to take such risks.

Thus, he had spent 100,000 points to exchange for the "Kāma" ability.

A small price to pay.

Once he gained the power to travel between the stars, he could simply erase an entire planet and reclaim the points with ease.

Standing within the Tenseigan (Energy Vessel), Yayoi watched the strongest of the boys with satisfaction.

She knew these few individuals held the key to Kyōsuke's return.

"Grow up quickly," she murmured.

Her gaze then shifted to a mask hanging on the wall and a robed figure standing nearby—one who served as their instructor.

It was a Shinigami Mask, a relic stolen from the Uzumaki Shrine years ago.

Before his demise, Kyōsuke had sealed his own soul within the mask, ensuring that no one could use him as a pawn for Edo Tensei.

Only when the masked man had approached her did Yayoi fully comprehend the extent of Kyōsuke's preparations.

It was then that she finally understood why he had dedicated himself to the study of cloning.

"You're here," the masked man said. His voice was calm and steady. "Did something happen?"

"Yes," Yayoi nodded, not hesitating to relay everything that had been unfolding in the Shinobi World.

If there was anyone left whom she could trust completely, someone she could rely on without doubt, then it was undoubtedly the man standing before her.

As for Uchiha Kochou?

That sharp-tongued little slut had far too many personal concerns. She was too narrow-minded to be wholly dependable—at best, she counted as half an ally.

"Shinobi Sect, is it?" the masked man sneered. "A group of restless fools."

"You need not concern yourself with them. If they come at us with force, we will simply meet them head-on. Even if the four villages were to unite, they would still be no match for Konoha's current strength."

"As for Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo…" He paused briefly before continuing with certainty. "If my guess is correct, he has likely been affected by the mental corruption of the Blackened Entity. Otherwise, he would never have allowed the Shinobi Sect to act so recklessly."

"There's no need to worry about him. Until he finds a way to break through, the Sage of Six Paths will not act carelessly. He has already waited thousands of years—what difference do a few more decades make?"

"I understand," Yayoi said, nodding.

With this, she knew exactly what she needed to do next.

This was the contingency plan Kyōsuke had left her—an option for situations beyond her ability to handle. If she ever faced an insurmountable obstacle, she was to come to the moon and seek guidance from this mysterious black-robed figure.

Even if he had no recollection of the past, he was, after all, a part of him—a fragment of his very being. And as such, he would instinctively know how to navigate the crises that threatened the shinobi world.

That's right.

The masked man—this entity born of Yin-Yang Release—was none other than the embodiment of Kyōsuke's will.

Kyosuke's Clone – No. 2.

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