Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 243: The Seventh Incarnation of Asura

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Seeing reinforcements arrive, the darkened Hagoromo, who had narrowly escaped death, immediately turned and fled.

"Wood Release."

Kyōsuke paid no mind to the fleeing figure. He was far more intrigued by the person standing before him.

That monstrous being could run all it wanted—there was no way the Sage of Six Paths would allow a mere fragment of his will to make a fool of him after planning for thousands of years.

Judging from the state of that individual, the so-called mutated Chakra Fruit seemed to come with significant risks when consumed. If handled improperly, it could even damage the brain.

After considering the situation, Kyōsuke decided to abandon the pursuit.

If he truly failed here, as long as a fully evolved Sage of Six Paths stood present, the shinobi world would not end up as mere sustenance for others.

"Letting it go might serve as an additional safeguard for the future."

"But you, on the other hand..."

Gazing down at the man below, Kyōsuke spoke coldly.

"You massacred the people of the Land of Fire. No matter who you are, you owe me an explanation."

"It has escaped, but you will leave your life behind."

Sensing the chilling killing intent from above, the masked man pressed his hands together, and in an instant, a massive wooden giant rose from the ground.

Wood Release: Wooden Golem Jutsu!

"Don't get ahead of yourself, brat!"

The wooden golem leaped high, attempting to use its momentum to crash into Kyōsuke's Fully Body Susanoo.

"Arrogance?"

Kyōsuke's voice was calm, yet filled with contempt.

"No, it is you who is too foolish to understand the difference in our strength."

A dazzling flash of violet lightning erupted. The seemingly formidable wooden golem was instantly obliterated by a devastating technique that fused Purple Lightning, Senjutsu, and the power of the Sharingan into one.

Sage Art: Take-Mikazuchi!

Kyōsuke moved swiftly, catching up to the enemy as he was sent flying, vomiting blood. His expression remained indifferent as he swung his Kusanagi sword, severing both of the man's legs at the root.

"This way, perhaps you'll learn to behave."

Violet lightning surged along the blade, paralyzing the enemy completely. Kyōsuke quickly noticed something intriguing—the man did not just wield Wood Release, but his healing abilities were terrifyingly fast.

It was almost as if he were another Senju Hashirama.

"Wait a moment... another?"

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Kyōsuke stomped heavily on the man's chest, pinning him down as he pressed the edge of his sword against his throat.

"Tell me—what is your name?"

The man coughed out a mouthful of blood, then let out a bitter laugh.

"A name, huh?"

"I've long since forgotten such a thing."

"Is that so? Then allow me to help you remember."

Before the man could even close his eyes, a pair of crimson pupils illuminated his vision.

Genjutsu—Sharingan!

One second, Two seconds, Three seconds . . .

Suddenly—

*BOOOOM!!!*

With a sickening explosion, the man's head burst like an overripe watermelon, spraying gore in every direction.

It turned out that someone had planted a seal deep within his mind—a failsafe designed to annihilate him the moment anyone attempted to pry into his memories. The seal activated instantly, erasing him from existence without leaving even a trace behind.

And the most frustrating part? This method provided no points as a reward.

But Kyōsuke hardly cared about that right now. In those fleeting moments before the seal triggered, he had managed to glimpse something crucial.

"Ninshu... Senju Reki."

His tone was heavy, his gaze flickering like a sky filled with countless stars.

Kyōsuke was not unfamiliar with that name. Long ago, when he had nothing better to do, he had secretly compiled records of the reincarnations of Asura and Indra within the Uchiha and Senju clans.

Among them, Senju Reki was noted as the seventh incarnation of Asura.

But that raised a troubling question—this man should have been dead for several hundred years.

And yet, here he was. Alive.

More than that, he had chosen to die again, sacrificing himself to ensure the escape of the darkened Hagoromo, a being who harbored a stored Chakra Fruit within his body.

All signs pointed to one particular existence—

Ninshu.

Kyōsuke's voice was calm, but his thoughts churned like a storm.

"It seems Ninshū never truly disbanded. Instead, they went into hiding."

"Their goal was likely to prepare for the eventual invasion of the Otsutsuki... and the possible resurrection of Kaguya."

"Most people in this era wouldn't even be aware of such things. But those within Ninshū..."

"They would undoubtedly know about Asura's reincarnations."

"Even if not all of them reached the level of Hashirama or Naruto, every single reincarnation must have been an extraordinarily powerful shinobi. By gathering them one by one, Ninshū must have been forging a force to counter the threats of the future."

Kyōsuke's eyes gleamed.

"How fascinating."

They had massacred the people of the Land of Fire.

They had stolen Hagoromo's will right from under his nose.

And to top it all off—he hadn't even earned a single point from this entire ordeal.

His enmity with Ninshu was now firmly established.

Black Zetsu had once mentioned that the Sage of Six Paths might have some connection with the Three Great Sage Lands. If that was true, then was it not possible that the reclusive Ninshu had concealed itself within one of them?

"Once Isshiki is defeated, I'll still need to replenish the Ten-Tails with chakra."

"The Three Great Sages have lived for thousands of years, their power said to rival even that of the Sage of Six Paths. Whether that claim is true or not doesn't matter—what does matter is that their chakra reserves must be unimaginably vast."

"And I just happen to be in need of resources."

"When the time comes, I'll use them to feed the Ten-Tails."

For now, this matter could wait. But one day, he would come knocking—and he would take back everything, with interest.

Having made his decision, Kyōsuke did not linger.

He swiftly located the three disciples his shadow clone had escorted to safety. Without wasting another moment, they set off on their journey back to Konohagakure.

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Seasons changed, and the passage of time remained relentless.

Spring gave way to autumn, and now, it was already the sixth year since the founding of Konohagakure.

Over the past year, the shinobi world had been in turmoil. Though the great nations maintained a façade of peace, the clashes in the shadows were too numerous to count.

Even Konoha, the most formidable of all the villages, was not spared from the schemes of the other hidden villages.

Since they could not match Konoha in open confrontation, they resorted to underhanded means. Their objective was clear—they would not allow Konoha to dominate the shinobi world alone.

Yet, it wasn't long before the Four Great Hidden Villages made a startling discovery—

It was not just their elite forces that paled in comparison.

Even their mid- and lower-ranked shinobi were alarmingly inferior to those of Konoha.

After careful investigation, the truth was finally uncovered—

Konoha's secret to strength was none other than the Ninja Academy System, a concept that had once been ridiculed by countless skeptics.

When they first learned of it, many mocked Kyōsuke's foolishness.

The reasoning was simple—"Knowledge is a tool wielded by the powerful to control and manipulate the weak."

If a shinobi wanted to grow stronger and learn more powerful jutsu?

That was simple—they had to serve the powerful and offer unwavering loyalty in exchange for what they desired.

For centuries, the notion that "a shinobi is nothing more than a tool" had been deeply ingrained in the bones of the people.

By establishing the Ninja Academy, Konoha was challenging a system that had governed the shinobi world for generations.

Some so-called experts had even predicted that, within ten years, Konoha would fall into chaos under the Hokage's rule.

Yet, now, in just six short years, Konoha had proven them all wrong.

By widely distributing ninjutsu and using a point-based system to regulate the actions and rewards of shinobi, Konoha had created unexpectedly successful results.

There was no such thing as absolute fairness in this world—any adult understood this truth.

But what Kyōsuke had done was to provide a system that allowed for relative fairness, giving every shinobi an opportunity to rise.

And that—

That was something unprecedented in the history of the shinobi world.

The impact on people's perceptions was immeasurable.

Forget chaos—

To the ordinary shinobi, Kyōsuke had already become a god-like figure.

In the past, they had revered his strength.

Now, they were grateful for what he had done for the civilian shinobi.

For the first time in history, the largest demographic of the shinobi world—the countless commoner-born shinobi—had been given a chance to catch up to and even surpass the clan-born shinobi.

By studying and training diligently, they could prove to the world that—

"One's birth may determine their starting point, but it does not define their destination."

If Kyōsuke were to describe what he had given to them—

There was only one word he would choose.

Hope!

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(Author's Note)

Hey guys,

So yeah, I know I've been super inconsistent with uploads lately. I've been down with a nasty fever, and if you know how fevers hit men... it honestly felt like I was on my deathbed. No joke, it was like someone was repeatedly punching me in the nuts — pure suffering. Anyway, I'm finally starting to feel human again, so I'll be getting back to regular uploads. Really appreciate you all for sticking around. Thanks a ton.

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