Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara

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Two Wooden clones were created to temporarily block Madara, who was trying to advance.

Hashirama, desperate to save his younger brother, rushed toward Kyosuke without hesitation.

"Yo, can't remember your dreams now?" Kyosuke mocked, his face full of sarcasm.

Kicking aside the unconscious Tobirama, he drew the Kusanagi Sword and activated the Chidori Blade, unleashing a powerful strike like the descent of Thor.

Uchiha Style: Sword Leap Thunderclap!

"Such overwhelming power," Hashirama's pupils contracted as he realized that the weapon in Kyosuke's hands was no ordinary blade.

Fortunately, the double blades passed down in the Senju clan were also legendary weapons from the Land of Iron, with chakra conductivity nearly at full capacity.

He wasn't afraid to clash directly with Kyosuke.

When they first met by the river, they had a brief skirmish, but unfortunately, it was interrupted by the King of Dance.

"Come on, let's continue that unfinished fight."

Super Strength: Double Thorns Explosion!

With a roar, the chakra surrounding the two swords surged, extending over two meters in length.

When the lightning blade collided with the double blades, the ground shattered like foam, and the clash resonated with the roar of chakra.

Sand and stones scattered, and a violent wind howled as the two figures were sent flying backward.

The man with the bowl-shaped hair staggered back three steps, while Kyosuke was forced to retreat seven and a half steps.

Hashirama was a year older than Madara, making him over three years older than Kyosuke. Additionally, his Sage body had started to advance to a higher level, giving him immense physical strength.

Even though his weapon had an advantage, Kyosuke still found himself at a slight disadvantage in this clash.

"Looks like brute force doesn't work after all." Kyosuke moved his feet, planning to rely on his speed to win.

More than ten afterimages of his Body Flicker technique filled the area, mixed with his Shadow Clones.

With illusion and reality blending, Hashirama, who didn't have any eye techniques, could not distinguish which was which.

Fortunately, he didn't need to chase Kyosuke around the battlefield.

Clapping his hands together, Hashirama quickly performed a set of hand seals in less than 0.1 seconds.

To any non-dōjutsu ninja, it would look like he was releasing a jutsu without hand seals, just by clapping his hands.

With his power, the ground around him suddenly sprouted many small saplings, which grew rapidly at an astonishing speed.

Wood Release: Tree Bind Flourishing Burial!

Though he couldn't use the Deep forest Emergence, Hashirama certainly had backup secret jutsus to substitute for it.

While the effect wasn't as devastating, it was still a good method for clearing the area.

In just two breaths, the tiny saplings instantly grew into large trees, blocking Kyosuke's advance and spreading rapidly.

This destroyed his fixed path of retreat, preventing him from using Body Flicker again.

Reluctantly, Kyosuke had to activate the Chidori Sharp Spear and started acting as a temporary lumberjack.

The Tree Bind Flourishing Burial was nothing to worry about. The trees were only about three or four meters tall, nowhere near the giant trees that could reach dozens of meters in height.

Kyosuke, armed with his blade, quickly eliminated the threat posed by the trees.

Looking at Hashirama standing among the trees, Kyosuke sighed deeply, feeling only one thing.

This is really fucking exhausting.

He hadn't realized it before, but when facing Hashirama, Kyosuke began to understand the trouble with Wood Release techniques.

The strength of these techniques wasn't particularly outrageous—many ninjutsu could destroy trees.

The biggest problem wasn't the quality, but the overwhelming quantity.

With Sage Body physical strength and chakra, even if you can't defeat me, you can still wear me down until I'm exhausted.

This was Hashirama's true fighting style, which could be considered shameless in its efficiency.

At that moment, Kyosuke suddenly realized he didn't have a powerful enough jutsu to end things quickly.

Not being able to clear the field on a large scale meant it was difficult to approach Hashirama easily.

The Flying Thunder God technique was an option, but he could only use the second stage of it after further progression.

Given his current progress, that was still a long way off.

"I need to figure out a powerful jutsu." Kyosuke casually released a Great Fireball, but seeing that Hashirama was still holding up an impenetrable defense, he shook his head and lost interest in continuing the fight.

He couldn't touch Hashirama, and Hashirama couldn't catch him, so what was the point of fighting? It was just a matter of who got exhausted first.

Instead of wasting time, he might as well go kill a few enemy ninjas to quickly accumulate points.

"I'm not fighting anymore." With that, Kyosuke left the battlefield.

He had just returned from the outside and hadn't reported to the clan leader yet, so he shouldn't have been on the battlefield.

However, there were few in the Uchiha clan who had the authority to command him, so when Kyosuke felt like it, he just took a stroll on the battlefield.

And that's when he saw Tobirama trying to sneak attack.

"By the way, I guess I helped Senju Hashirama educate his little brother. Shouldn't he thank me?"

After he left the battlefield, Madara was silent for a moment before saying nothing and followed Kyosuke back to the camp.

As for Hashirama, seeing that his opponent was gone, he dispersed the trees around him, his face filled with disappointment.

He had once thought that Madara was his best friend, and Kyosuke was the one who truly understood his dreams.

He had hoped to persuade his stubborn friend through Kyosuke, but after their reunion, he found that Kyosuke harbored such great hostility.

"Is being honest with each other such an unreachable dream?" Hashirama wondered, confused.

On the other side, Kyosuke briefly described his experience during the return trip.

"The Ryūchi Cave?" Madara rubbed his chin, looking quite intrigued.

The three great sacred lands were recorded in the clan's archives. He had initially thought it was a fabrication, but now Kyosuke had actually encountered it.

"It's like nothing that happens to you is surprising," Madara suddenly said with a sigh.

"What about Izuna?" Not wanting to delve deeper into the matter, Kyosuke naturally shifted the topic.

"He..."

Madara grinned when talking about his younger brother, "He's training with father, and he don't have the ability to lead an army on his own yet."

"Besides, Father and I aren't comfortable with him taking risks."

What could Kyosuke say about that? It's nice to have someone protecting you.

Unlike him, who, at the age of seven, had to step onto the southern battlefield. If not for the time travel, he probably would've already died.

As they talked, the two quickly returned to the camp.

They were greeted by Izuna and Uchiha Tajima, who was sitting in the tent with a fake smile.

"Welcome back."

Tajima grabbed Kyosuke's arm, his enthusiasm akin to that of a hostess trying to attract customers in a red-light district.

Ignoring the awkward looks on his two sons' faces, Tajima couldn't stop praising Kyosuke, claiming Izuna needed to study harder and that Hashirama didn't even deserve to shine his shoes.

He praised Kyosuke to the skies, as if the person who had once suppressed him wasn't himself. It was utterly hypocritical.

"Patriarch." Kyosuke interrupted Tajima's self-congratulation and asked in a deep voice, "Whatever you want to say, just tell me."

Seeing his straightforwardness, Tajima didn't hesitate and pulled out a battle damage report.

The report clearly showed Kyosuke's army's remarkable performance.

Battle achievements: First.

Enemy kills: First.

Efficiency: First.

Casualty rate: The lowest in the entire army.

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