Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 235: The Flow of Life in Konoha

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For three months, Kyōsuke had remained on the moon, familiarizing himself with his newfound Six Paths-level power.

Defeating Isshiki would never be a one-man effort. The assistance of Madara and Hashirama was the key to victory.

Thus, he no longer concealed the existence of the Otsutsuki, revealing everything—including Kaguya—to Hashirama.

Upon learning that the entire Shinobi World was at risk, Hashirama immediately sprang into action. After searching in vain for answers, he began rigorously honing his own strength.

"I need to leave for a while."

Upon hearing that the enemy would not arrive for at least another year or two, Hashirama expressed his intent to go on a journey of training.

His destination—the Shikkotsu Forest.

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The mysterious man he had encountered that day… He wanted to track him down.

The secret techniques recorded in the scroll were ones he had never even heard of before. Their training difficulty was incredibly high, and even he had yet to fully master them.

One technique in particular—the Forbidden Wood Release—was especially terrifying.

With his current strength, attempting to summon it forcefully would be nothing short of suicide.

Yet, for the sake of protecting the village and upholding the dreams of the three of them, Hashirama was willing to give his life.

Hashirama left, seeking a path to greater power.

Having mastered the art of condensing Truth-Seeking Orbs, Uchiha Madara passed the title of Clan Leader to Izuna before vanishing into the Shinobi World alone, his whereabouts unknown.

"I want to help you, too."

Not long after, Yayoi found Kyōsuke and expressed her desire to fight alongside him.

"You will die."

Kyōsuke shook his head with a gentle smile.

"You cannot die. The future of Konoha is still something I must entrust to you."

"I don't care."

To his surprise, Yayoi immediately refused.

"I couldn't care less about Konoha. If you die, then this village no longer has a reason to exist."

Kyosuke sighed silently.

After a brief pause, he finally spoke of his plan.

"Take care of 'him'—just wait for me to return."

"A mere Isshiki Otsutsuki does not have the power to erase me from history."

"Understood."

This time, Yayoi did not insist further. She understood the immense gap between herself and the others.

Charging forward recklessly would only cause unnecessary trouble.

With ninjutsu rendered ineffective, even the power of the Tenseigan was greatly diminished.

"Protect Konoha for me."

This was Kyōsuke's order—perhaps even a request.

Yayoi agreed. No matter what, she would safeguard the village.

"You're making it sound like some tragic farewell. How unlucky."

Kyōsuke chuckled bitterly, stepping to the window and gazing at the bustling scenery outside.

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As the victorious nation, Konoha's name now echoed across the Shinobi World. People had finally come to recognize the terrifying power of the God of Shinobi.

One of the consequences of this was a flood of mission requests from all over, nearly overwhelming Konoha's mission administration.

With no other choice, Kyōsuke had to temporarily reassign personnel from stationed military forces, sending them back in batches to help clear the backlog.

Even then, many missions remained pending for extended periods before they could be assigned to suitable ninjas.

Unwilling to tarnish Konoha's reputation, the Hokage himself secretly used Shadow Clones—disguising himself—to complete missions personally.

And truth be told, his efficiency far surpassed that of ordinary ninjas.

"Such is the power of a true Hokage~"

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After half a year of grueling work, when public skepticism about Konoha began to surface, Kyōsuke finally relented.

"Issue an order: Any students who have completed four years of training may receive a temporary ninja license upon passing the assessment."

"Hmm… 'Temporary Ninja' sounds unappealing. It might leave a bad impression on clients."

"Then let's call it 'Ninja Internship.' Any jōnin who wishes to take on a team can also select their students based on performance."

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In the fourth year of Konoha's reign, as the year approached its end, the village finally regained the ability to maintain normal mission operations.

The head of the Mission Administration Office no longer had to spend his entire day camped outside Kyōsuke's office.

"What a mess this all was."

"Fortunately, I have my shadow clones handling the paperwork. Given my current level of mastery, the mental fatigue they cause is nothing more than a trivial matter."

When Naruto became the Seventh Hokage, he practically lived in his office, working tirelessly around the clock.

Apart from sleeping with Hinata, he left everything else to his shadow clones—including attending his own daughter's birthday.

Kyōsuke, however, was the complete opposite. His office was always bustling with activity, but it was never him doing the work—only his clones.

That was the difference in their dedication.

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Konoha, Year Five—New Year's Spring.

Now twenty-six years old, Kyōsuke exuded the charisma of a mature man in every movement.

As he walked down the village streets, the villagers greeted him warmly, and women couldn't take their eyes off him.

It was as if they wished they could cast a Kotoamatsukami on him, making the young and handsome Hokage fall in love with them.

Being too popular was, in a way, its own kind of trouble.

Kyōsuke was exchanging greetings with the villagers when a commotion ahead caught his attention.

"Please, have mercy! Don't take my things away!"

"Hmph, village regulations prohibit street stalls in commercial districts. I remember warning you about this multiple times."

"But… but you still can't just—"

Kyōsuke turned his gaze toward the disturbance.

Members of the Police Force were handling a street vendor who had set up shop in an unauthorized location.

To maintain the village's cleanliness and keep the streets clear, Kyōsuke had implemented a rule that vendors could only set up in designated areas.

Clearly, this elderly man had violated that rule.

Even so, the way the officers were enforcing it was less than ideal.

One of the Senju officers had been careful when dealing with the elderly man, but due to the vast difference in strength between them, he accidentally pushed the old man to the ground.

This act instantly ignited the fury of the surrounding crowd.

"Come on! That's an old man! How can the Police Force just go around hitting people?!"

"A bunch of dogs, only daring to bully ordinary folks!"

"If you've got the guts, why don't you go deal with the Uchiha?! Bet you wouldn't dare!"

"Pfft! Them? Wasn't the last beating from Lord Izuna harsh enough for them?"

"Hahaha! Are you talking about the ones who got detained by the Uchiha Clan Leader and only got released after the Hokage personally pleaded for them?"

"If you ask me, the Senju clan is nothing but a bunch of bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong."

"Especially that captain of the Police Force! I heard he's the worst of them all—practically an utter disgrace to his family!"

From a distance, Kyōsuke, who had been listening in with a smile, nearly burst out laughing at that last remark.

"An utter disgrace to his family," huh? He should probably congratulate Tobirama on his newly earned nickname.

However, in the next moment, Kyōsuke's expression suddenly shifted. His eyes sharpened, and before anyone could react, he had already leaped into the scene.

Catching the Senju clansman's hand just as it was about to deliver a slap, Kyosuke struck with a single powerful punch, sending the man crashing to the ground in pain. His voice turned icy as he spoke:

"Abusing your authority under the guise of your status… Did you really think no one in Konoha could hold you accountable?"

With a swift gesture of his hand, a group of masked Anbu operatives appeared out of nowhere, immediately detaining the entire squad from the Police Force.

"Take them into Anbu custody for interrogation. I want to see just how many other misdeeds they've committed—how many innocents they've bullied and oppressed."

"Yes, sir!"

After personally helping the elderly man to his feet, Kyōsuke offered a sincere apology. "I am sorry. My failure in oversight has caused you distress."

"No, no, it's nothing serious," the old man stammered, looking both flattered and nervous. Though touched by Kyōsuke's kindness, a hint of fear flickered in his eyes.

Kyosuke took notice of this. As if realizing something, he turned to his Anbu operatives and commanded, "Ensure this old man's safety. If any filthy mongrel dares to lay a finger on him, I give you permission to strike first and report later."

"Understood!"

"Thank you, Lord Hokage!"

As the atmosphere grew lively once more, Kyōsuke smiled and waved at the crowd before pointing toward several individuals in the gathering.

"Take them in for questioning as well," he ordered.

"Inciting unrest in public, recklessly slandering and spreading malicious rumors about the village's leadership—I want to determine whether they acted out of ignorance or with deliberate intent."

At his words, a few people in the crowd showed clear signs of indignation. It seemed likely they had merely been speaking thoughtlessly, venting their frustrations.

However, among them, the middle-aged man who had called the Police Force captain a disgrace suddenly looked uneasy. A trace of panic crossed his face, and his body tensed as if preparing to flee.

In truth, this man was an undercover agent from Iwagakure, planted within Konoha to monitor activities and sow discord. His mission had been progressing smoothly, and he had successfully incited several riots. Yet, he never expected that a mere minor incident would end up exposing him right under the Anbu's watchful eyes.

"I'm finished." The man's face turned ashen.

Once the scene had settled, Kyōsuke shook his head slightly before turning and walking away.

Konoha's villagers were both endearing and infuriating.

They placed unwavering faith in every decision made by the Hokage, trusting them unconditionally.

Yet, at the same time, they were naive and easily swayed, lacking the ability for independent thought.

They had once driven Hatake Sakumo to his death with their rumors and slander.

They had once blamed a four- or five-year-old child for the Nine-Tails' rampage.

When dealing with such people, governance had to be firm yet flexible. One could never afford to give ill-intentioned individuals a chance to manipulate public sentiment.

"A curriculum on the Will of Fire must be established."

"It shouldn't be limited to students—ordinary citizens must also be taught a unified set of values."

Regardless of how much criticism had been levied against the Senju-led Hokage administrations, one aspect of their rule was undeniably commendable—their ability to shape the ideological framework of the village as a whole.

During Pain's invasion, countless Konoha citizens had perished. Yet, from top to bottom, hardly anyone was willing to reveal crucial information to the enemy.

In this regard, the other four Hidden Villages were utterly inferior to Konoha.

"Learning from the strengths of others is nothing to be ashamed of," Kyōsuke mused, a faint smile on his lips as he made his way toward the Ninja Academy.

Like the other jōnin present today, he had also come to select his students.

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