Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 197 - : If You Don’t Court Death, You Won’t Die

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The man's kick did not carry much force.

It seemed that he understood well—he couldn't cause a fatality. Otherwise, the Uchiha would have the perfect excuse to retaliate against them.

But whenever he thought of their clan leader's tragic death, the fury in his heart refused to be suppressed.

Killing was out of the question, but giving this little brat a kick should be fine, right? At worst, he could later brush it off as a defensive reaction against a sneak attack.

After all, someone stationed at the village gate to receive guests was, at best, just some guard's child.

A noble clan like the Shimura was not something a mere nobody could afford to provoke.

Yet, unexpectedly, this young boy—who appeared no older than a child—moved with surprising agility.

Yet, unexpectedly, this young boy—who appeared no older than a child—moved with surprising agility.

The moment the man's foot lashed out, Haruto's body reacted instinctively. Before he could think, his body moved on its own.

He ducked low and rolled swiftly along the ground, narrowly avoiding the chūnin's sudden attack.

Unfortunately, he was too focused on dodging and did not pay attention to his surroundings, accidentally rolling straight into a roadside puddle.

By the time he scrambled back to his feet, the wool sweater his mother had painstakingly woven was already soaked with dirty water and mud.

Reaching out with his small hands, he tugged at his soaked collar, his tiny fingers curling around the muddied fabric. His face scrunched in frustration before he snapped his head up, puffing out his cheeks. "Hey! Why did you kick me?!"

"He actually dodged it..." Shimura Takehiko was no fool. From the boy's reaction alone, he could tell—this was no ordinary child.

If any random four- or five-year-old could evade his kick, then the Uchiha would have conquered the entire shinobi world long ago.

Seeing that the man refused to answer, Haruto's little face turned red with frustration. He wanted to strike back, but he wasn't sure if he could win.

After a moment of thought, he could only sulkily pull the pendant from his neck and hurl it forcefully to the ground.

There was only one move left in his arsenal—his strongest jutsu.

Summoning: Father.

As the pendant shattered, spilling a quicksilver-like liquid that spread across the ground, automatically forming a space-time barrier.

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In the span of a single second, Kyōsukemon emerged from the teleportation array.

[P.S: Pokemon reference.]

For a brief moment, Kyōsuke was taken aback to find himself at the village's main gate. He had been expecting to come face to face with his dear acquaintance, Black Zetsu.

But judging from the current scene, things weren't quite as he had imagined.

"Father..." Haruto lowered his head, his small hands clenching tightly onto his soiled sweater as teardrops pattered onto the ground, breaking apart into tiny fragments.

He hadn't been trying to cause trouble.

Even though he had been playing, he had genuinely found joy in helping people.

But he couldn't understand it—he had only accidentally bumped into a carriage. He hadn't even hit a person.

So why had that adult attacked him?

The injustice of it all overwhelmed him and weighed heavily on his young heart, causing his tears to pour down in streams. Tears streaked down his cheeks, mixing with the grime on his face. With his small frame trembling and his muddied clothes clinging to him, he looked utterly pitiful.

"My lord!"

Sensing that something was amiss, Maya rushed forward, dropping to one knee. "Please forgive this subordinate's failure in supervision, which allowed a scoundrel to take advantage of the situation."

"We beg for your pardon! My lord!"

A great number of Uchiha shinobi followed suit, all kneeling in unison.

In an instant, the village gate fell into a heavy silence, save for the sound of Haruto's soft sobbing.

"He... he is Uchiha Kyōsuke's child."

At that moment, Shimura Takehiko wished the ground would swallow him whole.

Before they had set out, the newly appointed clan leader had repeatedly warned them—under no circumstances were they to provoke the "God of Shinobi."

If they sought revenge, they had to be patient and wait for the right time.

After all, if they could endure and bide their time, their chance for vengeance would surely come.

But who could have predicted that before even setting foot inside the village, he would go and kick that man's son?

Wasn't this just outright asking for trouble?!

"Kyōsuke-sama..." Takehiko opened his mouth, his eyes darting around frantically, hoping that his clan leader would step in to speak for him.

But the curtain of the leader's carriage remained completely still.

The message was clear—you caused this mess, you deal with it.

There was no way the clan would sacrifice itself just to protect one subordinate.

"I... I..."

Cold sweat drenched Takehiko's forehead.

Kyōsuke had not even glanced at him, yet the pressure weighing down on him grew heavier and heavier.

Not to mention the kneeling Uchiha shinobi—each one radiating murderous intent, the majority of which was directed at him.

If he failed to handle this properly, it wouldn't just be his own life on the line. He might very well drag the entire Shimura clan down with him.

At that moment, a lone figure suddenly appeared atop the village's outer wall.

It was none other than Senju Tobirama.

Having personally invited the Sarutobi and Shimura clans to join, it was his duty as host to greet them himself.

However, the scene unfolding below made him stop in his tracks.

"These fools..." Tobirama was so furious he nearly cursed out loud.

Of all people to provoke, they had to pick that walking calamity.

Kyōsuke had already been looking for an excuse to deal with them, and now they had conveniently delivered themselves right to his doorstep.

Publicly attacking the God of Shinobi's child—this was nothing short of a direct challenge to the village itself.

If Kyōsuke wanted to escalate things, he had every justification to immediately declare war on their two clans.

And if that happened, all the allies Tobirama had painstakingly gathered would be utterly useless.

He wanted to step in and mediate, but he knew very well—Kyōsuke would not show him any face.

"They can only pray for mercy now."

That was all Tobirama could do—pray.

Meanwhile, Takehiko seemed to have made up his mind.

He reached into his pouch, pulled out a kunai, and without hesitation, stabbed it deep into his own thigh.

Seeing that the Uchiha remained unmoved, he let out a bitter laugh, gathered his chakra, and forcibly severed the very leg he had used to kick the child.

Blood gushed forth, even making little Haruto forget his tears for a moment.

At last, Kyōsuke finally turned around.

He reached down and personally helped Maya to her feet.

He did not blame his subordinates.

The reason he had allowed them to remain kneeling was simply to make a statement.

My men are kneeling here.

As for you—you brought this upon yourself. Deal with it.

And if I'm not satisfied, then you can all stay right here.

Having just spent the last of his points after a recent exchange, Kyōsuke saw no issue with using this moment to eliminate both clans entirely.

After offering a reassuring glance to his guilt-ridden clansmen, Kyōsuke turned to his son.

His right eye shifted into the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.

With a mere glance, his dōjutsu activated, and the dirt and grime covering Yūjin's clothes instantly flowed back into the earth.

"Eh?"

Blinking in surprise, Haruto looked up at his father, eyes wide.

"Let's go. Time to head home—your mother is worried about you."

Sweeping the child up in his arms, Kyōsuke turned and disappeared beyond the village gates.

Only then did the suffocating tension finally ease.

"Thank the heavens..."

A shinobi from the Shimura clan let out a long, quiet sigh.

Once, their clan had been a noble and powerful household within the Land of Fire.

Now, they have been reduced to mere shadows, living under the mercy of others.

How utterly pathetic.

Fortunately, Senju Tobirama appeared in time and relieved everyone's worries.

As for Shimura Takehiko, who was still bleeding profusely, everyone knew—

This man would not live much longer.

Perhaps, sometime in the near future, he would be found "hanged in his room," an offering to appease the Uchiha's wrath.

They had come expecting an alliance with the Senju to suppress the Uchiha—

Who would have thought that before even stepping through the gate, they would be given such a harsh welcome?

What a complete disaster.

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