Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 310: The Arrival of the Ōtsutsuki Enforcers

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Gazing upon the resurrected Uchiha Madara before them, Haruto and Yayoi each wore vastly different expressions.

The former could barely contain his excitement. Since childhood, he had idolized the Dance King, admiring his overwhelming presence and charisma. Every gesture, every movement of Haruto's carried faint traces of imitation.

Now that his hero had returned to life, the joy swelling within his heart was impossible to hide, radiating from his entire being.

As for Yayoi, her feelings were far more complicated. She had long been aware that Madara would one day be revived, and she understood well why Izuna had concealed this from outsiders.

However, she could not comprehend one crucial point. Someone please tell her, why was Madara, who had not become the Ten-Tails' jinchūriki, possessing strength so overwhelming it was difficult to fathom?

One must know that, at the time of his death, even the Nine-Tails had been stripped from his body. In other words, he had relied entirely upon his own power to attain a high stage of the Six Paths level.

This was utterly absurd.

Subconsciously, Yayoi's hand drifted toward her abdomen, where the sealing barrier that contained the Ten-Tails lay hidden.

Even so, despite bearing the Ten-Tails within her, she could not help but feel that, in this very moment, she might not be a match for Uchiha Madara.

In truth, Yayoi's instincts were exceedingly accurate.

In the Pure Land, Ōtsutsuki Indra, having fulfilled his final worldly attachments, completed the reincarnation of his soul. From that moment onward, he bid farewell to his identity as the son of the Sage of the Six Paths.

Before departing, he entrusted all of his ocular power to Madara, allowing his chakra to continue its cycle of reincarnation, for Indra no longer cared for such things.

Madara, whose strength in ocular power was already unmatched in the current age with his awakened Rinnegan, now adorned with tomoe, had merged with the thousand-year-old power of Indra. His spiritual power had soared to unimaginable heights.

This was the reason why Yayoi's expression had grown so heavy and serious.

Even though she had become the jinchūriki of the Ten-Tails and possessed the Tenseigan, she still lacked the confidence to confront Uchiha Madara head-on.

"You have grown," Madara said at last, his voice carrying the same overwhelming arrogance and grandeur as ever.

His journey through the Pure Land had strengthened him even further. Now, he possessed complete confidence that he could defeat Kyōsuke and Hashirama.

Indeed, he even held the belief that, had he been this strong during their final battle, he would not have needed the aid of his two companions. Alone, he could have exhausted and slain Ōtsutsuki Isshiki with his own strength.

"Lord Madara," Haruto greeted respectfully, bowing low in deference.

Within the entire Uchiha clan, aside from their own father, none dared to meet Uchiha Madara without showing the utmost reverence. In the face of such a towering existence, even the title of Hokage was utterly insignificant.

Nodding slightly toward those present, Uchiha Madara closed his eyes. His perception abilities began to extend outward without end, like a tide sweeping across the land.

"Kyōsuke is not here. There is no trace of him on the Moon either," Madara remarked calmly.

"And as for Tobirama, it seems you have already dealt with the threat posed by the Senju."

In less than ten seconds, Madara had explored the entirety of two celestial bodies. Such a feat was nothing short of astonishing, almost defying belief.

"Yes," Haruto replied promptly upon seeing Madara reopen his eyes. "Father has captured the Ten-Tails and embarked on his journey through the universe. He is preparing to cultivate the chakra fruit."

"As expected of him," Madara responded with a faint smile, as if this outcome had been entirely within his expectations.

Turning his gaze toward Yayoi, Madara suddenly spoke words that took Haruto completely by surprise.

"Make preparations. It is time to bring that guy, Hashirama, back to life as well."

"Should we not wait a little longer?" Yayoi asked cautiously.

She understood clearly that Senju Hashirama was an indispensable force on the battlefield. As the tenth incarnation of Asura's power, he possessed enough strength to deliver a heavy blow to Ōtsutsuki Isshiki, even if his abilities were somewhat restrained.

Moreover, Yayoi harbored a strong intuition. If Uchiha Madara had received some unknown boon, then that ever-fortunate Hashirama was certain to gain newfound strength as well.

Thus, her question carried a deeper meaning. She was wondering if they needed to allow some time for adjustment, perhaps using the power of the Ten-Tails clones to help further elevate Madara's might.

"It is unnecessary," Madara replied with a slight shake of his head, offering no further explanation.

At his level of strength, the Ten-Tails no longer held much significance.

True transformation, true ascendance, depended solely on one thing: consuming the Chakra Fruit.

Only by igniting Divine Flame within himself could he further enhance his power, breaking past existing limits.

"Very well," Yayoi said, nodding in understanding. "I shall immediately begin preparing the resurrection ritual for Senju Hashirama."

"That bastard is finally coming back," Madara said, lifting his gaze toward the starry sky. His eyes seemed capable of piercing the heavens, seeing into distant realms beyond mortal sight.

The other two had died early on, leaving only him to sit alone in a dark cave for twenty years, enduring unbearable loneliness and bitterness that no outsider could ever understand.

To see his old friends once again, to fight side by side as they once dreamed of, was something he had only ever dared to envision in his deepest dreams.

"The enemy is coming," Madara said suddenly, a grave premonition arising within him.

Members of the Ōtsutsuki clan had fallen one after another on Earth. Isshiki had been slain by the combined efforts of three formidable warriors. Momoshiki and Kinshiki had perished at Madara's own hands.

If the Ōtsutsuki could endure such losses without retaliation, they would no longer deserve their reputation as fearsome interstellar plunderers, the scourge of countless worlds.

"Let us go home first," Izuna finally spoke up, breaking his long silence.

"Very well," Madara agreed without hesitation. In truth, he too yearned to return to the place he once called home.

That place where dreams had been woven together into a village known as Konoha.

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Meanwhile, in the Pure Land, beside the River of the Underworld.

"You have returned," the Sage of Six Paths said, floating in the air, holding a fishing rod devoid of bait.

According to him, when the prey was eager enough, there was no need for bait. They would come seeking the hook of their own accord.

He had the air of an enlightened hermit, unbothered by the passage of time.

At his side, his younger brother Hamura suddenly appeared. Upon hearing his words, Hamura's heart was filled with surprise and a trace of joy. He looked at his elder brother with admiration.

The fact that the Sage had sensed Hamura's arrival before his spatial transfer had even been completed, accurately calculating the exact moment he would emerge, was nothing short of miraculous.

If not for this precise foresight, Hamura would never have heard his brother's welcoming words.

Such incredible perceptive ability was something his elder brother had not possessed in the past.

There was only one possibility that could explain this dramatic growth in strength: the Sage had thoroughly absorbed the power of the Senjutsu Chakra Fruit.

"Indeed," the Sage of Six Paths replied with a smile, nodding gently. "I have ignited the Divine Flame within myself through the power of the fruit." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"Is that so? That is wonderful news," Hamura said, sincerely happy for his brother.

However, amidst his joy, a strange thought flickered across his mind.

When exactly had his brother completed the absorption of the fruit's power? Why had he been completely unaware of it until now?

Shaking his head to dismiss these unnecessary doubts, Hamura refocused his attention on the present.

He briefly recounted everything he had witnessed before sighing in admiration and saying, "I did not expect human technology to advance so rapidly. They have even managed to successfully clone the Ten-Tails."

"Indeed, it is truly unbelievable," the Sage of Six Paths echoed, a trace of emotion coloring his voice.

Beside the two brothers stood an enormous palace. Within it, all the members of the Shinobi Sect lay in a deep slumber.

Aside from that, there was a special soul, currently soaking in a pond rich with natural energy. Affixed above the pond was a talisman from Mount Myōboku, much like the one that had once been used by Gamamaru to preserve the Sage of Six Paths' own body.

Only with such careful arrangements could the soul better absorb the power of Asura.

This special soul was, without question, Senju Hashirama himself.

Without any special ocular powers, Hashirama had entered a state of dormancy upon his death, no different from any other ordinary soul.

However, considering Hashirama's unparalleled natural talent, the Six Paths brothers would never simply stand by and watch him fade away into nothingness.

After a moment of contemplation, the Sage of Six Paths promptly made a decision: he would personally nurture Hashirama as the successor to the Shinobi Sect.

First, he bestowed upon Hashirama the power of yang to stabilize his soul. Then, he immersed the soul within the pond, aiding him in actively absorbing the reincarnated power of Asura.

Suddenly, the Sage of Six Paths paused slightly, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips. He muttered softly to himself, "Someone is attempting to summon his soul."

"I truly was not mistaken. The reincarnation of Indra is indeed different from before."

As a formidable figure, the Sage of Six Paths had sealed Kaguya, founded the Shinobi Sect, and shared the methods of chakra usage with the world.

No matter how history judged him, he was a true pioneer whose deeds would echo through the ages.

Yet as a father, Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo felt he had fallen short. It had been his choices that had ignited the centuries-long conflict between his two sons.

The guilt over this had long been buried deep within his heart. Now, at last, he could begin to let go of that self-reproach.

"The soul of Indra has reincarnated," Hamura said, gazing at his elder brother with a complex expression. He understood that from this moment onward, the Indra of the past had truly disappeared.

"I see," the Sage of Six Paths murmured with a smile. "It seems that Asura's turn is approaching as well."

"Yes," Hamura replied, his voice tinged with emotion. "He said he does not need the memories or chakra of his past life. Asura wishes only to live as an ordinary person in this lifetime."

"Hmm."

"He also said..." Hamura hesitated slightly.

"What did he say?"

"Asura also said that he wanted me to assist him in completing his reincarnation. In this life, he still wishes to become Indra's younger brother."

"~^...^~"

"I understand," the Sage of Six Paths replied softly.

Unseen by anyone else, a tear of deep relief slid down Hagoromo's aged face.

At last, his two children had reconciled as they once were.

Sensing the summoning from the human world growing stronger, the Sage of Six Paths let out a light chuckle. With a casual wave of his hand, he easily interrupted the technique.

He was a master when it came to dealing with souls, and a simple summoning technique was nothing to him..

When the time was truly right for Hashirama to be resurrected, the Sage of Six Paths would naturally make all the necessary arrangements to ensure his successful return.

As for the body that would be used for Hashirama's resurrection...

There was no flesh in existence more suited for Hashirama's rebirth than the one infused with the power of yang by the Sage himself.

No, the power of yang was merely the energy source. The body he had prepared for Hashirama was one that could perfectly harmonize with the forces of natural energy.

In truth, this body had originally been born from the raging tides of senjutsu chakra. It was the Sage of Six Paths who had, by wielding the forces of yin and yang, forcibly reshaped it into a human form.

To be more direct, the materials that had formed this body were the leftover fragments of the Senjutsu Chakra Fruit.

In essence, the resurrected Hashirama would become something akin to a giant "Senjutsu Fruit" himself.

Just a single bite of his flesh would grant one eternal life.

At present, the condensation of this new body had yet to be fully completed. Naturally, the Sage of Six Paths would not allow Hashirama to leave prematurely.

"How is your descendant doing?" he suddenly asked.

Hearing this, Hamura sighed lightly and said, "She is even more outstanding than I had expected. It is a shame that I have nothing more to impart to her."

"Is that so? That is good to hear."

From that moment on, tranquility once again enveloped the banks of the River of the Dead. Suspended high above the ground, the Sage of Six Paths sat cross-legged, extending his senses outward without pause.

His power had long surpassed what it once was. With little effort, he could now envelop the entire planet within his perception.

Any anomaly, any spatial disturbance, no matter how slight, would never escape his notice.

He had a foreboding feeling: powerful enemies were approaching. Before they could wreak havoc, he would have to eliminate them.

Such was the responsibility that a true guardian of the Shinobi World must bear.

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In the Land of Snow, atop the endless, snow-covered peaks where blizzards howled without end, the world seemed frozen in time.

"What a planet overflowing with life," a light, amused voice remarked.

In the next instant, the fabric of the sky itself was torn apart, a great rift ripping through the heavens with a thunderous roar.

One figure descended. Then a second. Then a third.

Three Ōtsutsuki appeared at once. Though their appearances differed greatly, they shared one unmistakable trait: the overwhelming and terrifying energy that radiated from their bodies.

Even a creature as catastrophic as the Ten Tails, said to possess the power to bring about the end of the world, would seem insignificant before these three beings.

Compared to them, the once-invincible Ōtsutsuki Isshiki, who had once struck fear into countless beings, would be nothing more than a speck of dust to them. With a mere flick of their fingers, they could erase him from existence without effort.

For they were no ordinary members of the clan. These three were the elite enforcers of the Ōtsutsuki Clan's Law Enforcement Division, the most powerful warlords under the command of the great "Terminator" — Ōtsutsuki Sakishiki.

Individuals like Isshiki and Momoshiki were not even worthy of their attention. In the eyes of these supreme beings, Isshiki and his ilk were nothing more than inferior beings, not even qualified to stand at the threshold of the Law Enforcement Division, let alone be compared with the mightiest trio among them.

And yet, despite their unparalleled strength and supreme arrogance, the moment they stepped through the portal, all three of them immediately dropped to one knee in reverence, bowing deeply towards the figure that emerged from behind the spatial rift.

Another light, melodious laugh sounded once more, carrying an almost casual charm.

The woman who appeared wore blood-red armor that shimmered ominously against the snowy backdrop. Her long black hair cascaded like a river down to her feet, fluttering slightly in the cold wind.

At first glance, she seemed almost ordinary, even gentle, but the faint blood-red glow that radiated from her right eye exposed the extraordinary nature hidden within her.

This woman was none other than one of the Twelve Apostles of the Law Enforcement Division.

She was the feared Terminator — Ōtsutsuki Sakishiki herself.

"My lady," the three kneeling warriors greeted in unison, their voices filled with utmost respect and devotion.

Sakishiki merely waved a hand lightly and spoke, her tone calm and detached, "Go now. Carry out what you must."

She gave no further instructions and instead sat quietly atop the snow-capped mountain, leisurely admiring the magnificent and pristine landscape that stretched out before her.

The three warriors were not surprised by her indifference. They knew all too well that in this world, there was no lifeform worthy enough to require Lady Sakishiki herself to take action.

At that moment, the burliest among them, a man who resembled a golden-maned lion, turned his head and called out, his voice rough and booming, "Fuyuki, why do you not give this planet a proper greeting?"

His skin was the color of bronze, his face rugged and fierce. Every muscle on his body seemed to have been forged from steel. Anyone who laid eyes upon him would instinctively think of the word "indomitable."

Standing next to him was a strikingly handsome man whose beauty would have been mesmerizing, if not for the sinister, serpentine malice that lingered in his expression. Just one glance at him would make even the bravest of souls feel a chill creep down their spine.

Finally, there was the third — a frail-looking girl with ash-gray hair, appearing delicate and almost fragile.

However, the actions that followed would shatter any illusion of her weakness.

"Do not order me around," the girl, known as Fuyuki, replied coldly with a soft snort.

As she spoke, a strange staff appeared in her hand, manifesting out of thin air.

It was not the sacred staff of a Sage like the one wielded by the Sage of Six Paths, but rather an artifact that seemed to have been born from the deepest abysses of the netherworld itself.

The moment it appeared, the sky darkened, the winds shrieked with unnatural fury, and countless voices filled the land, wailing, cursing, and weeping as if hell itself had been summoned into the mortal realm.

This was the Staff of Wrath, a supreme weapon crafted through the mysterious technologies of the Ōtsutsuki clan.

With this staff in her possession, Fuyuki had once obliterated three entire civilizations with ease.

"Wail, despair, and curse," she said softly.

With a sudden and violent motion, she slammed the staff into the ground.

In an instant, a massive force erupted outward. Countless restless souls broke free from invisible chains, roaring and shrieking as they rose into the sky, spreading across the planet like a dark tide that would consume everything.

This was how she chose to "greet" this new world.

"Hahahaha!" The lion-like man threw his head back and laughed uproariously. "It has begun! Let us indulge ourselves in the grand feast of slaughter!"

The handsome man, however, merely shook his head in visible disinterest. As the storm winds howled across the mountaintop, his figure disappeared without a trace, as if he had never been there at all.

The other two paid him no mind, accustomed to his peculiar ways. After all, very few within the entire Law Enforcement Division could even catch a glimpse of his movements.

He was a figure who walked silently among the shadows, a true assassin known as Jin.

Within the Law Enforcement Division, Jin held a rather special and unique position.

The reason for his distinction was simple: he was not a "person" in the truest sense at all.

"I shall also go and seek out my target," the burly man declared, his deep voice rumbling like thunder. As he spoke, he clenched his fists tightly, the sound of bones and muscles straining together echoing crisply through the frigid air.

The moment his words fell, he shot into the sky like a cannonball, his massive body leaving a fierce gust of wind in his wake. He fixed his gaze upon a certain direction, and without any hesitation, flew swiftly away from the Land of Snow.

The direction he had chosen to pursue was where the strongest chakra fluctuations on the entire planet could be sensed, radiating power that seemed to shake even the heavens.

Proclaiming himself to be the strongest among the Three Warlords, the burly man naturally sought to challenge the mightiest opponent he could find. His blood burned with excitement, and in his heart, only the thrill of battle with a worthy adversary could truly ignite his spirit.

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