Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 272: The Final Dance of the “Ghost of Uchiha”

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Chapter 272 - 272: The Final Dance of the “Ghost of Uchiha”

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Land of Fire, a remote village within the Shinobi World

"Steamed buns! Freshly made meat buns!"

"I want one!"

"Hehe, miss, please be careful, they're still hot... Hey! Miss, you haven't paid yet!"

Amid the cries of the street vendors, Kaguya turned around, her expression full of confusion. She could not comprehend this "money" humans spoke of.

In the structured society of the Ōtsutsuki clan, the concept of "purchasing" had never existed. If they desired something, a subordinate race would present it of their own accord. And if no one brought it? Then they would simply take it by force.

Now, here on Earth, Kaguya, revered as the Progenitor Of Chakra, had once conquered the entire shinobi world through unmatched power and divine might. Among mortals, she was worshipped as the Goddess of the Rabbit.

In such a world, who would dare demand payment from her?

Kaguya was no fool. In fact, calling her shrewd would not be an exaggeration. The title of "naïve princess" had been earned not because she lacked intelligence, but because of the peculiar nature of her downfall.

It was astonishing to think that a divine being of her strength, one who stood on par with the legendary Divine Flame level, had once been sealed away for thousands of years by her own sons.

After finally regaining her freedom, she had once again fallen victim, this time to a ridiculous technique known as the "Reverse Harem Jutsu."

Indeed, the label "naïve" was well-deserved.

But it was not that she was truly foolish. Rather, she had been born into royalty. Even when her clan fell to internal strife, no one had ever expected her to set foot onto the battlefield herself.

Her surprise ambush on Isshiki Ōtsutsuki had succeeded thanks in no small part to sheer luck. Even Isshiki, at the time, must have been thoroughly bewildered when a soft-spoken, white-haired woman launched a sudden and vicious attack.

And so, when Kaguya picked up a meat bun and simply turned to leave, she was naturally stopped by the startled vendor.

In a different era, one thousands of years past, Kaguya would not have needed to lift a finger. A single glare with her Byakugan would have been enough to kill the man instantly.

But now, things had changed. Her clan's pursuers had already arrived on Earth, and without the Ten Tails by her side, even Kaguya felt a sliver of unease.

During the battle on the moon, it was Hamura who, in a desperate moment, had released the seal binding his mother. In the end, he still could not bring himself to kill her. He could not bear to watch her suffer at the hands of others.

Living alone on the moon, having sealed himself in solitude, Hamura was not so much guarding his mother as he was punishing himself.

After regaining her freedom from the Chibaku Tensei, the first thing Kaguya did was open the Yomotsu Hirasaka and bring her "unfilial son" back with her to Earth.

She left Hamura, severely wounded, at the Shinobi Sect and departed alone, hoping to find a quiet place to await the arrival of that person.

She had hoped to maintain a low profile, to live and act without drawing attention. Yet the moment she stepped out and wandered through a simple village, she nearly caused a public spectacle.

"Hey, look at her! Her skin is so pale!"

"Mama, that big sister is so pretty!"

"She's really tall, too!"

"Sure, she's tall and beautiful, but that doesn't mean she can just take buns without paying!"

"Yeah, that's not right!"

Kaguya stared at the people around her, her thoughts brimming with confusion.

Seeing her genuinely puzzled expression, the vendor sighed and pointed to a wooden box filled with coins. "See? These things. You need them to buy food."

"Ah... I see." Kaguya gave a small nod of understanding. She opened a portal to the Yomotsu Hirasaka, and with a flick of her wrist, several gleaming coins appeared in her hand. "Will these be enough?"

"Uh... that's way too much."

"Then give me the rest of the buns as well."

"Alright then..."

With a mixture of resignation and wonder, the vendor packed the remaining meat buns into a bag and handed them over.

"Thank you. You're a good person."

"Heh... heheheh, miss, you're really beautiful too."

For the first time in his life, the humble vendor had been praised by such a divine beauty. He felt as if he were floating.

As for the mystery of the missing coins that would later puzzle his wife, that was a story for another day.

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Meanwhile, within the borders of the Land of Grass, two Ōtsutsuki pursuers sat silently at a roadside stall, eating their meal.

There was only one difference between them. Kinshiki had absolutely no intention of paying.

When the shop owner followed them persistently, unwilling to let it go, Kinshiki set down his chopsticks and coldly asked, "Money? Is that more important than your life?"

"Of course it is," the owner scoffed, rolling his eyes. "What use is a life without money?"

"I see." Momoshiki nodded and raised his hand as if he had realized something.

The next second, the entire restaurant was reduced to rubble.

"You have no life now. So I don't need to compensate you, correct?"

Beside him, Kinshiki paused mid-bite and slowly set down his utensils. He had not even taken a full bite yet.

However, this was far from the first time such a situation had occurred. Ever since he had begun serving Lord Momoshiki, Kinshiki had long become accustomed to a life of erratic meals and irregular hunger. A routine of eating three meals over six days had become the norm.

When his lord flipped tables, there was always a reason behind it. As his subordinate, all Kinshiki needed to do was accept it with a smile. In this regard, he was truly the embodiment of a loyal hound.

Of course, accepting hunger was one thing. Smiling through it was another. At this moment, forcing a smile was beyond him.

He could, however, manage not to cry.

In truth, Momoshiki was not usually so temperamental. The reason for his current ire lay in the fact that he had lost track of Kaguya during a pursuit.

He had not expected that woman, who appeared to be little more than a decorative vase, to possess such frightening mastery over space-time manipulation. In that regard, she was even more formidable than the two of them combined.

Midway through the chase, Momoshiki had found himself completely disoriented. With no better option, he had been forced to land in an arbitrary location.

Though calling it arbitrary was not entirely accurate. Besides sampling the local delicacies of the planet, his visit had a more important objective: to reclaim the scattered chakra of the Ten Tails.

Through his reading and research, he had learned that many years ago, nine tailed beasts had appeared across the land, each one sowing chaos.

Though the details were hazy, the general outline was clear enough for someone like him to piece together.

Thanks to his superior sensory abilities, it had not taken him long to identify the most powerful of the tailed beasts.

There was no need to resurrect the Ten Tails. With his own power alone, he could directly absorb all the chakra the beast had accumulated.

Once Kaguya was found, he would force her to hand over the Divine Tree. The planting process could then proceed as planned.

Casting a disdainful glance at the panicked little town below, Momoshiki slowly rose into the sky, his gaze locked onto an inconspicuous corner of the Land of Grass.

"The Nine Tails is hiding there," he murmured. "Let us pay it a visit."

"As you command, Lord Momoshiki," Kinshiki responded at once.

With that, the two vanished into the horizon, heading directly toward the hidden lair of the Nine Tails.

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Deep underground, within a vast subterranean cave, a long-slumbering Uchiha Madara suddenly opened his eyes. In the darkness, his Rinnegan, adorned with tomoe, gleamed a ghostly violet.

"Lord Madara," came a quiet voice beside him.

"I know," he replied calmly.

At that moment, Madara looked worse than ever. Years of isolation and inactivity had left his body in a severely weakened state. Though not yet fifty, he appeared more like an elderly man well into his seventies.

Yet one thing remained unchanged. The prideful, contemptuous glint in his eyes still looked down upon all living beings.

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GURGLE, GURGLE—

The tubing connected to the Ten Tails began to writhe violently, pulsing with life. Under Zetsu's silent watch, Madara's frail body slowly began to regenerate, reversing the toll of time.

"...Is this really necessary?" Even Zetsu had no energy for his usual antics in that moment.

He knew it all too well. Madara's body had long since deteriorated beyond any hope of natural recovery.

This method would allow a brief resurgence of power, but once the battle ended, the only thing awaiting Madara would be death.

"Zetsu." When Madara lifted his head again, the legendary Ghost of the Uchiha—the man who had once reigned supreme on the battlefield—had returned. "You understand, don't you? To wait quietly for death... that alone would be the greatest disgrace to me."

"That one's return... means I no longer have to honor our agreement."

The implication was clear. Madara had no intention of dying in bed like Hashirama. To him, falling on the battlefield was the only fitting end.

And so began Uchiha Madara's final dance.

"This last performance... must be flawless."

"HaHaHaHaHa"

He let out a roaring laugh.

In the next instant, a towering blue giant erupted from the earth, tearing through stone and soil as if they were paper. The fully manifested form of Susanoo had emerged, standing nearly three hundred meters tall.

This was a true colossus, a god of war incarnate. Even Momoshiki and Kinshiki, who were swiftly approaching from the distance, could not help but slow their pace at the sight.

"It seems the Nine Tails does not intend to welcome us politely," Momoshiki remarked coldly.

"Allow me, Lord Momoshiki," Kinshiki said with resolve. "I shall bring you the head of this insolent foe."

To challenge Lord Momoshiki was to insult him directly.

And as his most loyal subordinate, Kinshiki would never allow such disrespect to go unanswered.

Chakra surged and condensed, transforming into a massive greatsword held in both hands. Like a rocket, Kinshiki shot upward, aiming directly at Susanoo's enormous longsword.

*BOOOOOM!!!*

Though the two were vastly mismatched in scale, their weapons clashed with such force that the shockwave shook the air for miles around.

Facing the devastating sword of Susanoo, Kinshiki met the strike head-on and managed to withstand it.

"What a foolish technique," Kinshiki commented even as he held his ground. "Something of this size merely increases the surface area available for attack."

"No matter how powerful your eyes may be, it's impossible to defend every angle simultaneously."

"With just one strike, I will shatter this ostentatious monstrosity."

As he spoke, the greatsword in his hands morphed into a giant battering ram. Kinshiki intended to prove his words through action.

"Fool! Watch your surroundings!" Suddenly, Momoshiki's sharp cry rang out from behind.

Before Kinshiki could react, a terrible force struck the back of his neck.

"How... how could this be?!" His head was nearly twisted completely backward, his forehead brushing his own back. And yet, his opponent remained unharmed.

Seeing this, Madara could not help but sigh with admiration. The Ōtsutsuki truly were built like monsters.

That blow, delivered by one of his Limbo clones at full strength, would have flattened even the most resilient among the nine tailed beasts. None of them would have been able to rise again in less than several minutes.

And yet this man, even as he was sent flying, was already worrying about his master's well-being.

Come to think of it, White Zetsu really could learn a thing or two from such devotion. Instead of always undermining him, it wouldn't hurt to show a little loyalty for once.

A shadow passed over Momoshiki's face. His expression grew grim.

Unlike Kinshiki, he was not blind to such things. Those eight phantasmal shadows flickering in and out of the void were clearly visible to him.

"How intriguing. Is this the true power of your Rinnegan?" Momoshiki asked, though he made no move to attack.

The long lifespans of the Ōtsutsuki gave them a veneer of elegance. To outsiders, they often appeared refined, like noble gentlemen.

But Madara had once witnessed Isshiki's disgraceful downfall. He knew all too well that, when faced with death, these beings were no different from ordinary humans.

He did not respond to the question. Arms crossed, Madara gazed coldly at the so-called god before him, his tone sharp and unforgiving.

"A man on the brink of death has no need to ask questions."

Those words struck Momoshiki like a slap to the face. He let out a hollow laugh.

"Heh. Hahaha... To think someone on this planet dares to be more arrogant than I am."

No longer interested in wasting words, Madara sneered.

At that moment, the Eight Limbo clones around him began to shift and transform.

Before Momoshiki's eyes, eight full-sized Susanoo avatars materialized around him—each identical in size and appearance to the original.

And most importantly, each possessed the same level of power.

"Consider yourself fortunate," Madara declared. "You are the first to witness this."

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