Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara

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Kyosuke's gaze fixed on Uchiha Madara, leaving him unable to regain his composure for a long time.

Memory was one thing, but seeing a familiar anime character in person stirred entirely different emotions.

'Who would've thought that the "Dance King" looked so handsome as a kid?'

Snapping out of his thoughts, Kyosuke bowed slightly toward the clan leader, Tajima, fully embodying his silent and introverted demeanor.

To this, Tajima not only showed no displeasure but seemed very satisfied with Kyosuke's behavior.

An introverted personality was great—being taciturn meant that the boy could, at most, serve as an excellent tool.

It was just a pity Tajima had forgotten that his eldest son, on whom he placed great hopes, wasn't exactly eloquent either.

"Come, sit down. You've had a hard journey"

Tajima said, his old face plastered with a hypocritical smile.

Even Madara standing to the side felt uncomfortable just watching it.

If it weren't for the opportunity to meet this rising genius, Madara wouldn't have willingly approached his father.

Madara thoroughly disapproved of both his father's methods and his way of dealing with people.

In his view, the factional divisions within the clan were primarily his father's responsibility.

If he were in charge, he would surely suppress all opposition, uniting the clan's strength to resist the Senju.

"Sigh," Madara sighed softly in his heart before stepping forward and asking in a cold tone, "Kyosuke, was it? How is your Sharingan's proficiency?"

"To answer the young clan leader..."

"Just call me Madara."

At this, Tajima interjected insincerely, "That's right. You're all brothers. There's no need to be so formal."

'Brother, huh? Funny how you didn't say that when you sent me to the front lines,' Kyosuke sneered inwardly. He rolled his eyes at Tajima, silently thinking how peculiar this clan leader was.

No wonder even his two sons didn't think highly of him. If not for his terrifying strength, he'd likely have been eliminated a hundred times over by now.

"My chakra isn't sufficient. I can't maintain the Sharingan for extended periods"

Kyosuke replied, quickly gathering chakra. His pitch-black eyes underwent an immediate transformation.

Seeing Kyosuke's performance, Uchiha Tajima uncharacteristically fell silent.

Disregarding other factors, just this display was enough to convince Tajima to invest heavily in this boy.

After a few hollow compliments, Tajima let Kyosuke go home to rest.

"Settle in and rest well for a few days. I'll arrange for an excellent teacher for you," Tajima said.

"Thank you for your generosity, clan leader."

"Madara, he's about the same age as Izuna. Treat him as you would a younger brother."

"... I understand."

Understanding the situation, Kyosuke politely excused himself. Staying any longer would have tested his patience with Tajima's acting.

To Kyosuke's surprise, Madara soon followed him after a while.

"Kyosuke, since you don't have any close family in the clan, I'll gather a few people tonight to celebrate your return."

Seeing Kyosuke about to decline, Madara scratched his head awkwardly and added in a low voice, "It's Father's arrangement."

"Then thank you, Madara." Kyosuke's lips twitched, barely stopping himself from blurting out Madara's infamous nickname, "Dance King."

The two young men exchanged smiles, easing the awkwardness between them.

Kyosuke was a child prodigy, stepping onto the battlefield at the age of seven, earning Madara's respect.

With just a two-year age difference, they were practically peers.

Madara's earlier comment about Kyosuke having no close family resonated with his own reality. He, too, lacked true friends.

Most of those around him were drawn by his father's status as clan leader.

Most were nothing more than opportunists. With his prideful personality, Madara naturally couldn't see them as equals.

But Kyosuke was different. Even though he seemed humble, Madara could sense one thing clearly—they were kindred spirits.

"Today wasn't a waste," Madara said, striding off in good spirits.

'I wonder where Izuna's run off to. I'll bring him along tonight.'

As the young clan leader left, Kyosuke turned and headed toward his childhood home.

When Kyosuke was five, his parents died during a mission. He survived thanks to the clan's assistance.

Once he began ninja training, his exceptional throwing skills quickly caught attention.

This led to his conscription into the Southern Corps as a backup fighter—a.k.a., the Warring States version of a suicide squad.

"Someone's cleaned up."

Entering his room, Kyosuke quietly observed that even the bedding smelled fresh and fragrant.

No doubt another of Tajima's ploys to win him over.

After organizing his belongings, night soon fell. True to his word, Uchiha Madara arrived, bringing someone else along—his younger brother, Uchiha Izuna.

As they stepped inside, Madara couldn't help but frown slightly.

Despite Kyosuke's efforts to tidy up, the living conditions were far too poor.

To put it bluntly, even Naruto's shabby apartment seemed better than this.

Madara wasn't one to care about comfort, yet he still felt this environment was unworthy of his newfound friend.

"Hey!" Izuna, a bratty kid, started shouting, "You're Kyosuke, right? My brother says you're amazing. I don't see it."

As a devoted brother, Izuna refused to acknowledge anyone being better than Madara.

Recently, rumors about Kyosuke had spread throughout the clan, piquing Izuna's curiosity.

'He's only a year older than me—what's the big deal?'Izuna thought.

Seeing the little brat barely reaching his shoulders, Kyosuke paused for a moment before outright ignoring him.

"Let's go. I'm starving."

"Alright," Madara nodded. "Do you want to move to a better place? I know some good spots."

"No need. As long as it's livable," Kyosuke shook his head, not wanting to draw too much attention.

The "better places" Madara mentioned were undoubtedly luxurious mansions, but Kyosuke felt no need for such extravagance.

The backyard provided ample space for training, which was all he needed.

As the two walked side by side, Izuna pouted and yelled in frustration, "Hey, don't ignore me!"

"Stop fussing. Let's eat," Madara's words instantly silenced his younger brother.

Witnessing this scene, Kyosuke couldn't help but reflect—Uchiha truly was a clan full of sibling obsessions.

Thankfully, Kyosuke didn't have similar relationships to worry about, or he'd constantly fear someone coveting his Sharingan.

Lost in thought, he suddenly heard Madara speak.

"By the way, Kaijun has also returned to the clan. You two haven't seen each other in years, have you?"

'Kaijun?'

Hearing the name, Kyosuke froze, taking a moment to recall the person.

Uchiha Kaijun, his older cousin by four years, was indeed a close relative.

The reason he'd forgotten involved some complex circumstances.

Recalling an earlier thought, Kyosuke couldn't help but smile faintly, murmuring, "Yes, it's been years."

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