Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara

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Defeating the opponent meant that SanFeng would be bound to him, serving as his personal pawn in future battles, effectively a combat slave.

However, Kyosuke didn't want to make him do anything, and this person wasn't valuable enough to be sent to the experimental table.

"Leave behind the method to practice the Eight Inner Gates , and I can give you the greatest amount of freedom."

The greatest amount of freedom meant not restricting the opponent's actions most of the time.

Unless it was a particularly critical moment, you could do whatever you liked as long as you didn't cause trouble to the Uchiha clan.

Such conditions were like divine mercy for someone who had been locked in a cell, with every move restricted.

Afraid that Kyosuke would go back on his word, Sanfeng quickly nodded in agreement, ready to return and transcribe the training method of the Eight Inner Gates, while also summarizing his own experiences.

At this moment, he was completely different from the person who had sworn to kill Kyosuke earlier.

Kyosuke himself didn't particularly care.

The man was simply seeking a way to survive. Even ants cling to life, let alone a living person like the Sanfeng.

Of course, if Kyosuke had been the one using the Eight Inner Gates, this battle wouldn't have stopped at the Fifth Gate.

If the roles were reversed, he would have made sure to show just what cruelty meant.

After two consecutive high-level battles, the atmosphere at the scene had reached its breaking point.

The organizers had initially planned to stop Kyosuke's battles, but after thinking it over, they decided it was better to keep him around.

After all, a bit of financial loss was nothing. The reputation he was leaving behind here was far more valuable than mere wealth.

As long as he could come back a few more times, the organizers were confident they would earn ten or even a hundred times that amount.

Considering this, the organizer simply gave up on sending powerful figures to stop him.

The arena had been around for over a hundred years, and behind it hid countless dark secrets.

Sanfeng were strong, but far from the strongest.

If someone wanted to target Kyosuke, the organizers could immediately send out even stronger individuals.

Some could surpass Kyosuke in speed, others in ninjutsu proficiency.

There were even formidable dojutsu users, whose genjutsu could make even the Three-Tomoe Sharingan forcing it into submission.

If such individuals took turns fighting, no matter how strong Kyosuke was, he would eventually meet a bitter defeat.

"Forget it. Let the big shots do as they please." The organizer chuckled and stood up to leave.

With no more interference, Kyosuke easily won the next three matches.

"Incredible, he really defeated five top gladiators in a row!"

"Now, let's give a warm welcome to our new king!"

"Oh!!!"

Kyosuke paid no attention to the fervent applause, walking away with his head held high, leaving the crowd captivated by his lingering presence.

Time to collect the payment.

He had no fear of others backing out on their payments; if they did, he would mobilize his forces and wipe the island off the map after the war was over.

He gave that foolish organizer a piece of his mind.

Kyosuke then went to calm down the uneasy little snake, promising to take it home soon.

Next, he was led by the attendant to the organizer's office.

As he entered, he was greeted with the organizer's warm and enthusiastic smile.

There was no trace of the previous plan to completely defeat him in the arena.

"You're here," the organizer said warmly as he pulled him in. "Your deserved payment is ready, and I guarantee not a single penny will be missing."

"Mr. Kyosuke, if you ever have time, feel free to visit us again. Many spectators are eager to see your return."

"I believe that the Senju will soon be defeated, and the glory of the Fire Country will belong solely to the Uchiha."

It was clear the organizer was trying to flatter him.

He was probably afraid that Kyosuke would leave and never come back.

It could be said that if Kyosuke agreed, the organizer would definitely offer him a generous reward.

However, Kyosuke was completely indifferent to the organizer's feelings, focused solely on his own objectives.

Noticing the young man's gaze, the organizer smiled apologetically and pointed to the handsome monk standing nearby, whose age was indeterminate. "Master Jigen just happened to pass by. Upon hearing you were here, he asked me to introduce him."

The monk wore a white haori, his hair gathered at the top of his head, and a long braid at the back. His gaze was indifferent, with the Roman numeral IV tattooed under his left eye, giving him an air of mystery.

Using chakra to forcibly control his heartbeat, he revealed no sign of nervousness.

Kyosuke turned to face him, looking at the monk as if he were a stranger.

"I see. May I ask what business Master has with me?"

The monk's gaze remained indifferent, and his voice was cold and emotionless: "I am here to save you."

"Save me?" Kyosuke tried to remain calm, showing just the right amount of disdain.

In reality, every nerve in his body screamed for him to run, to flee at all costs.

But he suppressed his instincts, holding them back with extraordinary self-control.

"Yes." The monk nodded and said calmly, "Your brilliance is too overwhelming. Danger is gradually closing in on you."

"Without my help, you have a high chance of not escaping this calamity."

By this point in the conversation, Kyosuke had nearly regained his composure.

He knew the monk's physical condition was quite poor, and it was unlikely he would take action against someone as insignificant as Kyosuke.

Since there was no reason for a battle, they might as well talk about the so-called threat.

Unfortunately, no matter how he inquired, the monk remained silent, clearly withholding information.

"I've warned many others with the same words," he implied. "Those who didn't listen are now dead."

In fact, if Kyosuke hadn't known the monk's identity, he might have thought he was just another crazy person.

The monk, Jigen, was originally a monk from the Fire Country, living in the ancient times thousands of years ago.

In that era, two members of the Otsutsuki clan came to Earth to plant the God Tree, intending to absorb the life force of the entire planet.

However, the Otsutsuki servant, unwilling to become nourishment for the tree, attacked their superior, severely wounding him.

At that moment, Monk Jigen happened to pass by. The wounded Otsutsuki shrank its form and parasitized him to survive.

With the Otsutsuki's power, Jigen managed to survive for thousands of years. Of course, the being controlling him was no longer the traveling monk.

Later, the monk began a long process of healing, but due to the severity of his injuries, he could only wait for a suitable host to reincarnate into.

This wait lasted for a thousand years.

As for the Otsutsuki servant who had successfully rebelled, she planted the God Tree on Earth. However, she didn't absorb humans but instead fell in love with a man.

Unfortunately, in the end, she was sealed by her two sons, suffering a fate even worse than that of the monk.

This servant who had harmed the monk was none other than Kaguya Otsutsuki, the mother of Hagoromo, the Sage of Six Paths.

And within the monk's body was the terrifying being Kyosuke had always feared.

The Otsutsuki Isshiki!

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