Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 183 - : Kochou - The Advantage Lies with Me

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The Ninja World, Uchiha Clan's Territory.

"Wow!" Little Haruto carried his younger sister in his arms, darting through the quiet clan grounds, his laughter light and carefree.

The moon was great in every way, except that it was a little too quiet.

Compared to the vastness of the celestial body, Kyōsuke's small number of men was like a drop in the ocean, completely insignificant.

This was nothing like Earth, where people filled every corner of the world.

What surprised Haruto the most was the number of children his age in the clan.

"Wow, so cute~" A beautiful young woman crouched down, attempting to hold the unbearably cute Uchiha Nagisa in her arms.

"Umm..." Haruto hesitated, slightly resisting. He didn't want anyone to make his sister cry.

In truth, Nagisa was rather shy with strangers, clinging tightly to her parents and brother. Strangers, no matter how kind, never seemed to win her over easily.

The only exception had been the cold, distant uncle she had met the day before.

"Waaaah~~~"

As expected, the moment she left her brother's embrace, Nagisa immediately burst into loud wails.

The pretty young woman awkwardly smiled, hastily returning the child to Haruto's arms.

"Phew~ You siblings must share quite the bond," She sighed with some admiration.

"Hehe." Haruto hugged his sister tightly, bowing politely before continuing to wander around the clan grounds.

His father had told him there was nothing to worry about anything here.

If they encountered any problems, they could ask any passing clansman for help—so long as they didn't stray beyond the clan's patrol boundaries.

Rocking his little sister gently in his arms, the boy murmured softly with a hint of longing, "Mom said we'll be visiting Grandpa soon. It's a country near the sea! I can't wait to see the ocean."

He smiled at his little sister, his enthusiasm bubbling over. "Nagisa, we're going to the ocean! Aren't you excited?"

"Big... bro... ther... (Onii... chan~)" The little girl giggled sweetly, though it was unclear if she fully understood what he was saying.

Perhaps, for her, nothing mattered more important than being with her brother.

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At home, Mito was busy packing their belongings, her delicate hands carefully folding clothes and sorting through their things.

"Let me use a shadow clone to take you there," Kyōsuke offered, picking up a small toy belonging to his youngest daughter and carefully placing it into a bag.

If the toy got broken, the little one would cry non-stop—something Kyōsuke had learned through much trial and error.

"Mm." Mito nodded, her neatly tied hair bun bobbing slightly as she continued packing. A trace of melancholy flickered in her eyes. "So many years have passed... I wonder how Father is doing these days."

"I heard his health has deteriorated over the years," she added after a moment, her voice softening. "It's likely due to the chronic ailments he developed from years of battle."

"I see." Kyōsuke nodded, his tone flat, his expression indifferent. Then, with a faint edge to his words, he remarked, "Knowing he's not doing well gives me some small sense of comfort."

Mito paused, rolling her eyes with a quiet sigh. This man... She understood the grudge Kyōsuke held in his heart, one that seemed unlikely to dissolve in this lifetime.

Still, on second thought, it didn't really matter. After all, she had married Kyōsuke, not her father. If the two men couldn't see eye to eye, so be it—it wasn't her problem to solve.

"Uzushio Village... It's been years since I last went there." Kyōsuke murmured, reminiscing about his days of setting fires everywhere he went.

Now, with his current mastery of space-time techniques, traveling to the Land of Whirlpools wouldn't take long.

Where it had once required dozens of consecutive teleportations, it now only took six or seven to cross the distance. All thanks to Kaguya-sensei's excellent guidance.

Speaking of which, he mused, it's been a while since I earned a large amount of points.

Kyōsuke coughed lightly, dispelling the dangerous thoughts that threatened to distract him. Stepping closer to his wife, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, his voice low and teasing as he whispered into her ear, "Since the kids won't be around... let's make the most of our time."

"Well then..." Mito smirked faintly, tilting her head to glance at him. "Shall we use the adamantine chains again this time?"

"No," Kyōsuke replied, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "Let's keep it simple. We don't want to make too much noise."

"Mmm~"

The princess with the bun hairstyle prepared to return to her family, taking the two children with her.

Meanwhile, Kyōsuke's thoughts drifted elsewhere. He was gearing up for the battlefield, ready to reunite with old acquaintances he hadn't seen in years.

Word had it that Hashirama's strength had grown significantly, and with it, his confidence. Kyōsuke was curious to see if the rumors were true.

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On the main battlefield, the Uchiha Clan's situation was now perilous.

With Izuna "dead" in battle and the clan leader demoralized, Uchiha Kochou was left to face the formidable Senju brothers alone—no match for their combined strength.

Uchiha Style: Void Moon Flash!

A faint moonlight bathed the battlefield, casting an eerie glow. Those who were mesmerized by its beauty were met with their end in a flash of blade light.

Kochou's left-eye dōjutsu maximized her luck, tilting every situation in her favor.

In one-on-one combat, this ability was not particularly remarkable. However, on a large battlefield, its effects were amplified, turning the tide in ways no one could predict.

Blood splattered, shuriken seemingly appeared from nowhere, and the deafening roars of jutsu colliding filled the air. Despite the chaos, Kochou evaded it all with unnatural ease.

No matter how concentrated or targeted the attacks were, they would, for one reason or another, miss their mark when aimed at Kochou.

Of course, not all attacks could be avoided. A self-inflicted wound, for example, could not be dodged by luck alone.

For her ability to work, Kochou had to actively dodge or block attacks.

The stronger her opponent, the more they could suppress the effects of her luck.

A massive gap in strength couldn't be bridged by sheer fortune alone.

And right now, Kochou felt the full weight of that pressure.

Standing at the center of the battlefield, with his hands resting casually on his hips, was the source of her anxiety.

Long black hair cascaded down his back, and his tight combat attire was topped with a red, layered chest armor.

His tall, muscular frame radiated an aura of strength—unyielding, dominating, and brimming with raw power.

This man was none other than the 23-year-old Senju Hashirama.

Kochou bit her lip, staring at his unwavering expression, silently thinking to herself, "If I can manage to kill him, the Senju Clan will collapse."

"At this moment, his guards are few. This is our best chance."

Taking a deep breath, Kochou moved. She used her escort team as cover, darting out from the forest and sprinting across the green plains like a whirlwind, her eyes locked on her formidable opponent.

The Senju ninjas, seeing the danger, scattered in an instant. It wasn't because of a lack of loyalty to their leader, but because they knew staying by Hashirama's side might hinder his performance.

For most self-proclaimed strong individuals, this truth was both a blessing and a curse.

"I've heard Kyōsuke has returned," Hashirama murmured, lowering his head slightly, his expression growing complicated.

Once, he had harbored resentment toward his old friend for his role in his father's death. But those feelings were no longer as sharp, overshadowed by his dream.

Especially after Tobirama "accidentally" killed Uchiha Izuna, the shock of that incident had made many things clear.

The Senju and Uchiha had always been mortal enemies, and Kyōsuke's actions—however harsh—were to be expected.

Reflecting on the past, Hashirama realized that his own father had schemed countless times against his friends.

The difference was that his plans had failed.

There was no reason in the world that only the Senju were allowed to kill, while others were not allowed to strike back.

With this understanding, Hashirama gradually began to release the bitterness he had carried toward Kyōsuke.

If he truly sought peace between the clans and wished to end the endless cycle of hatred, it had to begin with him. How could he expect his clansmen to follow if he couldn't overcome his own resentments?

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But just when things seemed to be moving toward an ideal outcome, Tobirama made an unexpected move, cutting down and killing Uchiha Izuna—who had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan.

For the time being, any hope of peace was dashed.

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