Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 247: The Revival of Ōtsutsuki Isshiki

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Since the various villages had yet to establish their own ninja academies, Konoha decided to do away with the written exam for this Chūnin Exam altogether.

Initially, the plan was to replicate the test held in the Forest of Death. However, due to collective opposition from the other villages, the first round of the examination was ultimately set as a Capture the Flag competition.

This test was designed to evaluate the overall competence of a team.

How to scout for enemies, how to conceal one's own flag, how to allocate battle strength, and how to strategize an offensive—each of these factors played a crucial role.

While raw power was undeniably important, tactics were just as indispensable.

Most importantly, this format allowed for oversight from all parties involved.

Unlike the Forest of Death, where if someone engaged in foul play, the outside world might remain unaware even if contestants perished within, this competition would be conducted under full supervision.

Furthermore, the purpose of this event was to display strength to the world. If they were to adopt a closed-off approach, how would the wealthy spectators witness their might?

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"Father!" Anzai Eri's face lit up with joy. She had never expected that her father, a daimyo, would travel such a long distance just to come to Konoha.

Even though she understood that he was not here solely for her sake, it was enough to fill her with happiness.

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"Eri, have you been behaving yourself at school?" Her father gently stroked her silky hair, his tone doting, as though he were coaxing a small child.

Eri resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

This was precisely what exasperated her the most—why did he always insist on treating her like a little kid?

After a brief chat with his daughter, the Daimyo of the Land of Fire rose to his feet and departed. Four esteemed dignitaries of equal stature awaited his presence.

The strength of a Hidden Village was inseparably tied to the prosperity and influence of its nation.

This matter was of grave importance—something he could not afford to neglect.

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"Ah! It's the Lord Hokage!"

The already bustling examination hall erupted into a frenzy the moment Kyōsuke made his appearance.

It wasn't just the citizens of Konoha—ninjas from other nations, too, looked upon him with fervent admiration.

Their awe had nothing to do with political allegiances or personal grievances; it was purely the reverence one feels toward an unrivaled force.

A man known as the God of Shinobi—Uchiha Kyōsuke.

Hanzō lightly ran his fingers over his gas mask, a flicker of excitement igniting in his heart.

Would he, too, one day attain power akin to that of a god?

No—under Konoha's classification system, individuals who reached that level were not merely "Kage"—they were Super Kage.

A force greater than a Kage.

Just imagining it sent shivers of exhilaration through his entire body.

And he was not the only one harboring such thoughts.

Among those watching from the stands were two future leaders of Iwagakure—the Second Tsuchikage, Mū, and one of this year's examinees, the young Ōnoki, later to be known as "Ōnoki of Both Scales."

"Mū-sensei, so this is the Hokage... and this is Konoha, the most prosperous village in the shinobi world." Ōnoki's tone carried a hint of awe.

Compared to this flourishing metropolis, Iwagakure seemed no different from a rural backwater, with its simple, unembellished village structures.

In the original timeline, this very master and disciple had once journeyed to Konoha with reverence in their hearts, hoping to learn from its advanced infrastructure and bring that knowledge back home.

But what awaited them was the darkness of Uchiha Madara.

The young Ōnoki, full of ambition and hope, had been utterly crushed—both physically and mentally. The trauma left him questioning his very sense of self.

Now, as he gazed at an even more powerful and thriving Konoha, it was no surprise that he was filled with emotion.

If Kyōsuke allowed it, he would likely be willing to stay in Konoha for a year or two, absorbing every bit of knowledge before returning to his village.

"Indeed," Mū replied, his tone carrying a trace of heaviness. "Everyone speaks of how the Hokage's formidable strength is what has led Konoha to its current heights."

"But how foolish. Those people have no idea of the true reason behind Konoha's success."

"In the next three years, it is estimated that over two thousand new shinobi will graduate."

"Mū-sensei... that... what does that mean?"

The Second Tsuchikage gazed toward the distant northwest, where Iwagakure lay, his expression unreadable.

"It means that every year from now on, Konoha will have an endless supply of new shinobi.

Given enough time, their numbers will reach a terrifying scale. In a few decades, Konoha may even achieve universal militarization—a society where every citizen is a potential warrior."

"In times of peace, they run restaurants and sweep streets. But the moment war breaks out, they can set down their brooms and kitchen knives and pick up kunai to join the battlefield."

His voice grew lower and heavier with each word, as if he had already witnessed this dreadful future unfold before his very eyes.

It was a prospect that sent a chill down his spine.

For Konoha's enemies, it was a nightmare.

"B-but..." Ōnoki struggled to find a counterpoint. "Wouldn't maintaining such an enormous military force be too costly?"

But even as he spoke, his voice faltered.

Because he suddenly remembered Konoha's point-based economic system.

Expenses?

That was not a concern.

Using their virtual economy, Konoha could provide for an entire army of shinobi without any real expenditure.

It was an utterly ingenious approach—creating something out of nothing, an economic strategy akin to wielding a Financial Jutsu.

"What a brilliant economic model... The God of Shinobi's strength extends far beyond combat alone."

For a fleeting moment, Ōnoki even entertained the idea of abandoning Iwagakure altogether to become Kyōsuke's student.

Of course, it was merely a passing thought. Rather than blindly idolizing Konoha, he needed to figure out a way to replicate this system in Iwagakure.

"If Konoha can do it, so can we."

Ōnoki clenched his fists, his resolve solidifying.

But Mū did not share his optimism.

Reform was easy to propose—implementing it was an entirely different matter.

Building an academy was one thing, but fully adopting Konoha's point-based economy?

That was tantamount to stripping power from the great clans.

Without the overwhelming authority of the Senju or Uchiha, challenging the noble families was nothing short of political suicide.

If one dared to push such changes forward... the only question left would be whether they still intended to remain Tsuchikage.

A deep sigh escaped Mu's lips.

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Meanwhile, in the stands, the kunoichi Chiyo of Sunagakure was watching with a much different expression.

Her eyes, filled with cold resentment, remained fixed on the high platform where Konoha's leaders stood.

The humiliation she had suffered at Konoha's front gates—falling to a mere illusion—had been etched into her heart as the greatest disgrace of her life.

While others marveled at Konoha's prosperity and sought ways to strengthen their own villages, her mind was consumed by one thought—how to destroy it.

Instead of elevating herself, why not drag others down? That was the belief she held at this moment.

Her eyes narrowed with a cold glint. "The first one I will cut down... Uchiha Haruto."

Beside her, Ebizō naturally understood what was going through his sister's mind.

"Elder sister, Konoha is untouchable right now."

He did not voice these words aloud, knowing full well that even if he did, she would not listen.

There was no helping it—that was just the kind of stubborn person she was.

Among the many examinees, Ebizō's strategic mind and resourcefulness were unmatched.

Konoha spoke grandly of fairness, justice, and transparency—but in reality, it was all nonsense.

If you didn't believe it, just try laying a hand on one of their key figures. You wouldn't live to see the sunrise.

On the high platform, Kyōsuke cleared his throat, his voice resonating clearly in the ears of every participant.

"Thank you all for coming. I will keep my words brief—"

But forty minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

By the time he finally concluded his speech, many in the crowd were visibly struggling to stay awake.

Truth be told, the feeling of speaking while everyone else had no choice but to listen was rather enjoyable.

As soon as the Hokage took his seat, Sarutobi Sasuke, the proctor for the first round, stepped forward and announced in a powerful voice:

"I hereby declare the first examination officially—begun!"

Instantly, the competing teams scattered, surging into the complex terrain of the exam grounds.

As Konoha's top-seeded team, Haruto's squad naturally became a focal point of attention.

"According to the plan we agreed on beforehand—Jun, you'll handle defense. Eri and I will track and engage the enemy."

"Understood."

"Got it."

With Kurama Jun's powerful genjutsu, they could render most opponents utterly helpless.

Even if their enemies could see the flag right before them, they might spend a lifetime never being able to touch it.

The Capture the Flag test was practically tailored for Kyōsuke's team. There was simply no scenario in which they could lose.

Haruto's gaze deepened, his resolve clear. "Let's have a fun battle. But make no mistake—I plan to eliminate the majority of our competition right here."

This joint Chūnin Exam was Konoha's opportunity to display its potential to the entire shinobi world.

Did others want to seize that opportunity?

Too bad. They were never even given a stage to stand on.

He, Uchiha Haruto, was the blade that would cut down all foreign challengers before they could even reach the second round.

"Oh? Haruto is certainly in high spirits."

Uchiha Izuna strolled onto the high platform and plopped down beside Kyōsuke without hesitation.

As the current head of the Uchiha Clan, he had every right to stand alongside the Hokage.

More than that, the two of them had been childhood friends—brothers in everything but blood.

Kyōsuke gave him a sidelong glance and smirked. "Forget about him. Shouldn't you be thinking about something more important? You're not getting any younger. Have you never considered bringing a little life into this world?"

Izuna let out a long sigh. "Do you think I don't know what you're all guarding against? The situation is unstable. How can I think about starting a family now?"

"Don't be like that," Kyōsuke chuckled, nudging him playfully. "You say it as if you alone could change the course of battle."

"...Your ability to comfort people is as 'exceptional' as ever."

"Thank you."

The two bantered as they always did, but soon, their gazes returned to the battlefield, carefully evaluating the various teams' performances.

"Some of them lack fighting spirit, but there are quite a few promising ones."

"If you were their age, you'd get beaten black and blue."

"I have nothing to say to you."

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While the Chūnin Exam raged on, and the world watched to see which shinobi would claim victory...

Far beyond the reach of the shinobi world, on a desolate, lifeless planet, an event was unfolding—one that would shake the very foundations of history.

*BOOOOM!!!*

A small mountain range collapsed, sending clouds of dust billowing into the sky.

From within the swirling mist, a lone figure emerged—his skin pale as the moon, his hair a silver-gray.

He was dressed in an elegant white tailcoat, paired with loose black trousers.

Even with the conspicuous curved horn protruding from the back of his head, his very presence exuded an air of refined nobility.

The devastation behind him did not warrant so much as a glance.

Instead, he retrieved a crystal wine glass from the stillness of space, filling it with crimson liquid.

Beneath his calm exterior, however, burned an unmistakable fervor—a madness restrained only by his unshakable composure.

"Three thousand seven hundred years..."

"At last... I have completed the reincarnation ritual."

Tipping his head back, he drained the wine in a single gulp before casting aside the glass.

A surge of exhilaration coursed through him, too overwhelming to contain.

He threw his head back and laughed—a wild, unrestrained sound that echoed across the ruins.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Suddenly, his laughter cut short.

His sharp gaze snapped toward a newly appeared disturbance—a swirling vortex of darkness, a black portal.

And stepping forth from its depths...

A man with a solemn, commanding presence.

Hagoromo, the Sage of Six Paths.

Though his face was calm, his aura was heavy with purpose.

Nine Truth-Seeking Orbs drifted behind him in a silent formation.

The moment their eyes met, the tension between them became palpable.

Two ancient beings.

Two forces that had shaped history itself.

And now—

A confrontation that would decide the fate of the shinobi world was about to begin.

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