Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 293: The Clan Extermination Plan Begins

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By the time Yayoi received the message, the battle at the training grounds had already reached a fever pitch.

Sanfang had taken his mastery of the Eight Inner Gates Formation to new heights. With the opening of the Seventh Gate, known as the Gate of Wonder, his strength had risen to a level surpassing the mid-tier of the Super-Kage realm.

Even with her third-stage Susanoo, Uchiha Nagisa was struggling greatly to fend him off.

One could even say she was fighting an uphill battle, where each movement came at great cost.

At least, that was Kyōsuke's assessment as he watched from a distance. In his eyes, this man's taijutsu was not in the least inferior to Might Guy at his peak during the Fourth Great Ninja War.

Of course, when comparing talent alone, there was a considerable gap between them.

Might Guy had reached that level in his thirties, a testament to his exceptional natural ability and relentless effort. Sanfang, on the other hand, was already well into his fifties. It had taken him more than two decades of grueling and persistent training to attain the same stage.

Without the support of cells from a Sage Body, it is likely he never would have reached such heights, no matter how hard he trained.

"This man, in his Seventh Gate state, could easily kill any ordinary Kage-level shinobi."

And what of the third-stage Susanoo?

While it provided overwhelming suppression against most Kage-level opponents, its effectiveness dropped drastically when facing highly agile foes.

Just like now—using Gaara's words from the Fourth War as a reference—the Seventh Gate allowed for movement at speeds that were simply inhuman.

BAAANG!!!

Nagisa was struck squarely in the front. Her white Susanoo staggered back two steps, and before her sword could slash forward, her opponent had already maneuvered behind her.

"Without the God of Shinobi by your side, have the Uchiha fallen so far that you cannot even handle someone like me?"

A radiant fire phoenix soared into the sky. Seizing the moment, Sanfang unleashed a powerful kick to the lower back of her towering Susanoo.

With that single strike, the immense force shattered the Tengu armor's defense.

The raging flames slipped through the breach, tearing through their target and continuing for dozens of meters before gradually fading.

Hmm?

The man furrowed his brow, an intense sense of foreboding welling up inside him.

Just as his attack was about to land, he suddenly found himself dazed. By the time he snapped back to his senses, his opponent had already evaded his strike.

At first, Sanfang suspected he had been caught in a genjutsu. But moments later, he realized his chakra was surging like molten water—such an intense flow would have disrupted any illusion instantly.

Then what exactly had just happened?

More importantly, why could he not recall exactly who he was fighting?

However, he was a seasoned warrior from the Warring States period. It did not take him long to deduce that the cause likely lay in a Mangekyō Sharingan technique.

"It seems this isn't a combat-type ocular ability," he murmured to himself. Having spent many years by Yayoi's side, he had developed a deep understanding of the bloodline powers possessed by ocular clans.

More often than not, the most terrifying abilities were not those that caused destruction, but those that defied reason and could not be explained.

It was clear that the power Uchiha Nagisa wielded belonged to that very category.

During the battle in the Land of Whirlpools, she had been consumed by fear. Her father was nowhere to be found, her elder brother was holding the line against the invasion from the Land of Wind, and she hadn't believed she had the strength to face the Mizukage alone.

When her mother was gravely wounded, the panic and helplessness within her reached their peak.

At that very moment, her Mangekyō Sharingan awakened. But unlike others, the deepest desire in Nagisa's heart was not revenge—it was to escape with her mother to safety.

Thus, her ocular ability allowed her to erase her own presence from someone's perception, and with her other eye, she could even physically vanish from sight.

This was the only way she had been able to protect her mother, ensuring no one could harm Mito again.

A moment ago, faced with immense danger, Uchiha Nagisa activated her full power, inducing a brief moment of mental blankness in her opponent.

This was not an illusion interfering with his senses. Rather, in that critical instant, her enemy simply forgot what he had intended to do.

In a battlefield skirmish, Nagisa could have easily slipped away unnoticed. Unfortunately, she was now engaged in combat under the watchful eyes of countless onlookers.

With so many eyes and conversations centered on her, the erased presence quickly began to resurface.

Sanfang remembered exactly who he had been fighting, but without a dōjutsu of his own, he still couldn't sense the now-invisible Uchiha Nagisa.

His gaze swept across the distant crowd. A cold, mocking smile crept onto his face as he suddenly shouted, "Uchiha Nagisa has fled. What more does the Uchiha clan have to say for themselves?" frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Nagisa's abilities had always been a closely guarded secret, known only to a select few within the Uchiha clan.

Now, with no visible trace of the woman, no signs in the air or on the ground, it seemed obvious to outsiders that she had fled.

Instantly, mocking laughter rippled through the Hyūga clan, sweeping across the crowd.

"Big words, huh? So this is all she could manage?"

"Hilarious. Looks like the Uchiha are all bark and no bite."

"Maybe they're just clinging to their reputation to fool people."

"So this is Kyōsuke's daughter? She's nothing compared to her brother."

"Shh, don't say that. She is the future Hokage, after all."

"Wasn't that just a gift from Clan Leader Yayoi to him?"

A wave of scornful, degrading remarks rippled through the crowd, nearly pushing the Uchiha present to the brink of losing their composure.

Seeing this, Sanfang wore a cold sneer on his face, but inwardly, he remained highly alert.

Unlike the ignorant onlookers, he knew perfectly well—there was no way his opponent had fled without reason.

Her disappearance had to be linked to some kind of unusual ability.

If that was the case, then he would draw her out with his words. He would strike at the bonds she held dear.

Surely, she would not remain silent while her beloved father and brother were publicly ridiculed.

Suddenly, his lips curled into a sinister grin. Without warning, he spun around and lashed out with a fierce kick. A deafening sonic boom split the air as his blow struck true—landing directly on the hidden Uchiha Nagisa.

"Your killing intent is too intense, little girl."

The power behind a Seventh Gate attack was overwhelming, powerful enough to instantly bring down someone like Kisame, the tailless tailed beast who had once defeated the perfect Jinchūriki of the Eight-Tails.

At this moment, Sanfang's strength was likely on par with that level. Uchiha Nagisa's defeat had seemed inevitable from the very beginning.

Shrouded in a cloud of dust and smoke, she was sent hurtling through the air and crashed into a distant mountain several hundred meters away.

Any ordinary shinobi would have been gravely wounded, if not outright killed. Fortunately, her body was extraordinarily resilient. Her innate Sage Body was even more advanced than those of the Senju or Uzumaki clans.

Coughing violently, she spat out a mouthful of blood, her crimson eyes burning with fury as she glared forward. Her gaze seethed with an overwhelming desire to kill.

For the first time in her life, she desperately wished to end someone's life.

That hatred filled her mind with emotions so dark and intense that they began to change the nature of her chakra.

A brilliant white light surged into the sky. Under Sanfang's solemn gaze, a colossal figure descended. Uchiha Nagisa's full-body Susanoo had finally manifested in all its glory.

Driven by provocation and the threat before her, she had crossed the most crucial threshold and stepped into the realm of true Super Kage-level shinobi.

"Come. Let me show you the true power of the Uchiha."

From afar, Uchiha Kochou sat atop a tree branch, her long pale legs swaying lazily as always. Her bold and revealing outfit was just as daring as ever.

"Too bad some people still refuse to acknowledge what's right in front of them," Yayoi said.

Kochou paid no mind to the bitter tone beside her. Instead, she gazed into the distance and smiled faintly. "She's finally taken that critical step forward."

"Yes," Yayoi nodded in agreement. "And we have him to thank for it."

Naturally, the "him" she was referring to was Sanfang.

"I heard he's been getting close to Tobirama lately," Kochou added. As the head of the ANBU, there was no way she would overlook the movements of someone so important.

Sanfang had always harbored deep resentment toward Konoha. That much was obvious. The only thing lacking had been a suitable excuse to act against him.

And now, had that excuse not delivered itself on a silver platter?

Still, his strength could not be taken lightly. Both women understood all too well the terrifying power of the Eight Inner Gates.

Even with her full-body Susanoo, Uchiha Nagisa would, at best, be able to fight him to a standstill.

One misstep, and the man could unleash destruction on a terrifying scale.

"By the way, our lord seems to be heading out on a long journey," Kochou said, seemingly changing the subject.

In truth, she was reminding Yayoi that if their plan was to move forward, this was the moment to act. Any delay could only invite uncertainty.

"Very well. Find an opportunity to bring that boy here," Yayoi replied calmly.

The boy in question was none other than Senju Nawaki.

At those words, Uchiha Kochou burst into delighted laughter.

The plan to annihilate the Senju clan had officially begun.

In the blink of an eye, the two combatants had already been locked in fierce battle for over an hour.

Its sheer intensity had already drawn the attention of the entire village.

Seeing that neither side could claim victory, Yayoi descended from the sky like a goddess and forcefully brought the duel to an abrupt end.

"This farce ends now," she declared. With her present, there was no chance she would allow Kyōsuke's daughter to fall in battle.

If pushed to the edge, the man might very well choose to forcefully open the final gate.

In truth, opening the Eighth Gate did not necessarily mean certain death. With a Sage Body, the resulting damage could be endured—though still severe, it might not be fatal.

Just like Might Guy's Evening Elephant. If he had defeated Madara in that moment, his body might have stabilized once the technique was released, and he could have survived.

It was precisely because of this uncertainty that, when Guy decided to use the Night Guy technique, his expression had turned so grave. He understood that once that final move was unleashed, death would become inevitable.

Had he fought with the same desperation as Kyōsuke, throwing everything into that single moment, then he too would have perished—utterly and without question.

Understanding all of this, Yayoi could not allow the situation to escalate that far. If the battle reached such a point of no return, the Hyūga clan standing behind her would be drawn into the storm.

No matter what happened, she was the head of the Hyūga. She could not stand by and let her clan be dragged into disaster.

At the very least, she would not allow them to be implicated by a mere outsider—a man who was no more than a chess piece in someone else's scheme.

Inside the arena, Sanfang, upon seeing Yayoi finally appear, gave a relaxed smile and lifted the Eight Gates state from his body. "Since you've spoken, naturally I won't continue," he said.

On the other side of the field, Uchiha Nagisa's Mangekyō Sharingan was nearing its limit. She frowned slightly, clearly dissatisfied with the fact that she had not managed to defeat her opponent.

Frustration swirled in her chest, but there was nothing she could do. Strength was strength. There was no point in pretending otherwise. If she had awakened her Complete Body Susanoo a few years earlier, the outcome today might have been very different.

"You may return now," Yayoi said to the man, offering him a faint smile. She stepped forward at once, her presence calm yet commanding, easing the tension that had begun to ripple through the crowd as murmurs and sharp words spread between the two clans.

There were certain truths she understood clearly in her heart. No matter how turbulent things became, she would not allow the situation to spiral out of control.

To both her and Izuna, a measure of healthy competition between the clans was not necessarily a bad thing. But it must never be allowed to escalate into something that could be exploited by those who sought to divide them from within.

"Senju Tobirama," she murmured in her heart, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You've stirred the pot long enough."

"This time, allow me to compose the opening notes to the fall of the Senju with my own hands."

Not long after, an opportunity presented itself.

Senju Nawaki happened to cross paths with Yayoi.

Feigning nothing more than a casual curiosity about his Wood Release, Yayoi extended a polite invitation for the young boy to visit her laboratory.

Given her status as the Second Hokage, the request felt natural and aroused no suspicion in Nawaki's mind.

Within the pleasant and seemingly harmless atmosphere of their experiments, Nawaki underwent a successful upgrade to his Sage Body cells.

From that moment on, his Wood Release advanced at an astonishing rate. And with that, all the conditions needed for the annihilation plan had finally fallen into place.

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