Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara

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Steel Release, a combination of Earth Release and Lightning Release nature transformations, is said to be achievable only when both elements reach a sufficiently high level.

By estimation, one would need to master both elements at least to level 8 to even have a chance at creating something akin to Okamura Tsutomu's Steel Release.

[Chakra Nature Transformations: Lightning (Level 7), Earth (Level 5).]

Eight years had passed since Kyosuke transmigrated into this world. Yet, even though Lightning Release was his most frequently used chakra nature, he had only managed to develop its nature transformation to level 7. As for Earth Release, it was still a distant goal.

This illustrated the harsh reality—ninja weren't lacking in ability, but the conditions required to create a Kekkei Genkai were simply too demanding.

Even for prodigies blessed with extraordinary talent, it would take at least two decades of grueling practice to achieve success.

Judging by the appearances of the two individuals before him, it was highly unlikely that they were the original creators of Swift Release and Steel Release. At most, they were beneficiaries of some ancestral legacy.

Dispersing the Susanoo surrounding him, Kyōsuke drew the Kusanagi Blade from his waist. Holding it level, the razor-sharp edge aligned directly with Okamura Tsutomu, the Steel Release user, whose cold and indifferent expression betrayed no hint of emotion.

"Interesting," Kyōsuke said, his tone brimming with confidence. "Let's see whether the spear is sharper or the shield sturdier."

The Kusanagi Blade, renowned for its supposed ability to cut through anything, might not fully live up to its legend, but its sharpness was beyond question.

Kyosuke was curious whether the blade's sharpness alone could pierce through his opponent's Steel Release-enhanced skin?

With those words, he moved. In an instant, his figure vanished, reappearing beside the enemy with a speed just slightly slower than Shiba Ryota's.

"So fast!"

Before the thought fully formed in Okamura Tsutomu's mind, the Kusanagi Blade was already slicing through the air in a diagonal slash, its icy gleam reflecting the tension in the battlefield and sending a chill down his spine.

Yet, he chose not to retreat. As a Steel Release user, his strength lay in his unwavering resolve to press forward.

Just as the blade neared him, a dark gray sheen enveloped his arm—a clear sign he had pushed his Kekkei Genkai to its utmost limit.

Clang!

A crisp metallic sound rang out as the Kusanagi Blade successfully cut through Okamura's skin. However, it failed to sever his arm entirely.

Despite this, the blade demonstrated its superior sharpness by breaking through the Steel Release defense, though the resulting wound was shallow.

"Not bad. At least it wasn't a total loss," Kyōsuke muttered. Leveraging the rebound force from the clash, he twisted his waist, his right leg whipping out with ferocious speed. The powerful roundhouse kick struck Okamura squarely, sending him hurtling through the air.

Before Okamura could hit the ground, Shiba Ryota's figure materialized beside Kyosuke, moving so swiftly that he didn't even have time to re-activate his Susanoo for defense.

Fortunately, Kyosuke had anticipated this. With a thought, he vanished, reappearing in the forest outside the Fire Temple.

Flying Thunder God Technique!

"Damn it!" Shiba Ryota cursed as his punch struck empty air, leaving him momentarily frozen in place.

Before his anger could fully manifest, Kyōsuke activated the Flying Thunder God Technique once more, reappearing on the battlefield with the Kusanagi Blade in hand. In one swift motion, he launched a powerful kick, sending Ryōta hurtling through the air as well.

As chakra surged through his eyes, an extraordinary transformation took place. Kyōsuke's visual prowess evolved, and a new set of Sharingan emerged in his eyes.

The six-pointed star in his pupils now bore three rotating, scythe-like patterns encircling its edges—a pair of legendary eyes revered as the pinnacle of Uchiha power, said to remain unclouded for eternity.

The Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan!

"The game of probing ends here," Kyōsuke declared coldly, his voice resonating with unshakable authority as he ignored the two enemies struggling to rise. His body ascended, a dark golden glow erupting from him, illuminating the battlefield and painting the sky with its ominous radiance.

Surrounded by the overwhelming power of his new eyes, Kyōsuke hovered above the ground, his gaze resolute and unyielding. The sheer force of his killing intent bore down on the monk Jigen, who remained seated below.

"If you're so eager to test me," Kyōsuke challenged, his voice slicing through the tension like a blade, "why not come down and fight me yourself?"

Despite the suffocating chakra pressure that could drive weaker men to despair, Jigen remained unmoved. Still seated on his meditation cushion, his expression exuded unshakable tranquility, as if the chaos around him was nothing more than a passing breeze.

"You jest, my friend," Jigen replied calmly. "I'm but a humble scholar of Buddhist teachings, incapable of matching the might of someone like you, who dominates the Shinobi world."

"However, allow me to remind you: danger is approaching, and your time may be running out."

As he spoke, Shiba Ryota and Okamura Tsutomu moved to Jigen's side. Behind them, a black, swirling portal resembling a void appeared, slowly swallowing their figures.

Before they disappeared completely, Kyosuke caught a glimpse of Jigen's icy gaze and the strange black mark on his body resembling a curse seal.

Kāma Seal!

After a brief silence, Kyosuke dispersed his still-forming colossal Susanoo.

If Black Zetsu represented scheming, Jigen symbolized raw power.

Both were threats Kyosuke had to tread carefully around. The former always lurked in the shadows, never revealing himself, while the latter possessed a patience that allowed him to feign submission in the Shinobi world for thousands of years.

As Kyosuke considered the lingering spirits of the Sage of Six Paths in the Pure Land and Hamura guarding the moon, he couldn't help but wonder—why did the Otsutsuki clan seem to specialize in producing such cunning schemers?

While Kyosuke's battle had concluded, Madara was still locked in combat elsewhere.

The monks of the Fire Temple, wielding the power to seal the Nine-Tails, were far stronger than they had been during the era of Konoha.

The collective might of these aged monks allowed them to fight Madara to a standstill, albeit temporarily.

Welcoming Approach: Thousand-Armed Murder!

A massive Thousand-Armed Kannon manifested behind the monks, its size and power vastly surpassing anything created by Chiriku in later generations.

Smash!

At the head monk's command, thousands of golden fists rained down at astonishing speed, pummeling Madara's third-stage Susanoo into a defensive retreat.

Irritated by the setback, Kyosuke couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire. "Can't handle it? Should I take over?"

"Shut up," Madara snapped, seething with frustration.

Caught off guard by the monks' ability to jointly unleash a single type of ninjutsu, Madara found himself briefly overwhelmed. Now, Kyosuke's taunts only worsened his mood.

With his patience at its limit, Madara formed a seal, his hands moving rapidly in front of his chest.

This time, he abandoned all concerns about collateral damage.

Activating the power of his right eye, Madara's Susanoo mirrored his sealing gestures.

Under the astonished gazes of the monks, a colossal fireball descended from the skies, resembling a meteor streaking through the sky.

Fire Release: Majestic Demolisher Flame!

The fiery mass obliterated the Thousand-Armed Kannon's golden fists with ease. Upon impact, it erupted in a devastating explosion, unleashing an inferno that engulfed everything in its wake.

Flames consumed the grand Fire Temple, reducing its main hall to rubble in an instant, and the surrounding structures stood no chance against the relentless blaze.

Centuries of history and tradition crumbled to ash, the temple's once-proud legacy erased in moments.

Cough, cough!

Protected by Susanoo from the searing heat, Kyosuke coughed lightly as he hurriedly escaped the inferno.

If not for the sight of a similarly disheveled Madara, Kyosuke might have thought the man had done this on purpose to retaliate against him.

While enhancing the power of ninjutsu with Susanoo was undoubtedly effective, the technique's wide area of effect made it nearly impossible to avoid friendly fire.

"No wonder he always prefers to act alone," Kyosuke muttered, shaking his head with a wry smile.

"This kind of fighting style really isn't for everyone."

As he spoke, the soot-covered Madara approached from a distance, clearly having been just as tormented by the smoke.

"Cough, cough… Did your monk escape?" Madara asked, his sharp gaze briefly flicking to Kyosuke's eyes.

So these are the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan he mentioned?

Earlier, during a fleeting glance, Madara had indeed sensed the overwhelming power radiating from Kyosuke's enhanced Sharingan.

"Yes, he's gone." Kyosuke turned his gaze toward the barrier-enclosed rear mountains of the Fire Temple.

There, on an altar, the Nine-Tails lay trapped within its confines.

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