Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 181 - : Did You Ask My Permission to Die?

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The Uchiha Clan's frontline camp stood shrouded in an oppressive atmosphere of grief.

As Kyōsuke entered the camp, his sharp gaze swept over the desolate expressions of his clan members. Sorrow etched deep into their faces, each of them seemed burdened by an invisible weight.

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A few days ago, Madara and Hashirama had crossed blades once again in one of their earth-shattering battles.

The scale of their clash was so immense that no ninja dared venture within several kilometers of the battlefield. The ground bore the scars of their conflict, transformed into a wasteland of devastation.

At the same time, Izuna and Tobirama engaged in their own fierce skirmish, a battle less grandiose but no less intense.

Izuna wielded his mastery of fire release with deadly precision, launching a relentless assault that burned through the air with blistering heat. Each attack sought to drive Tobirama into a corner.

Tobirama, however, retreated methodically, his movements deliberate, each step part of a carefully crafted strategy. Feigning weakness, he lured Izuna closer.

Perhaps it was Izuna's concern for the outcome of Madara's battle, or the rising impatience that simmered within him, but his composure began to falter. His chakra surged wildly, fueling an unrestrained barrage of attacks in his desperate bid to claim victory.

In that critical moment, as his Sharingan's focus faltered, Tobirama struck. Seizing the opportunity, he unleashed his trump card—a second-stage Flying Thunder God strike aimed unerringly at Izuna's heart. The move was blindingly swift, lethally precise, and utterly decisive. Izuna staggered, gravely wounded, and collapsed on the battlefield.

Madara, seeing his brother fall, abandoned his confrontation with Hashirama to shield Izuna, enduring Tobirama's relentless pursuit as he carried him back to safety.

But alas, the injury to Izuna's heart was beyond salvation, even the legendary healing capabilities of the Senju's sage cells could undo the damage.

The fact that Izuna had held on this long was already a testament to his incredible willpower.

"Brother..." Izuna's voice was faint, his words carrying the weight of his final moments. "Do not trust the Senju. They're deceiving us..." His lips curved into a bittersweet smile. "After my death, live on for me... with my eyes."

With those final words, Izuna passed away.

The once-proud and unshakable Uchiha Madara, who had always stood above others with unmatched resolve, crumbled under the weight of his grief. Bowing his head for the first time, he wept bitterly over his brother's lifeless body.

Now, Izuna's body lay in state within the command tent. The entire camp was cloaked in a deafening silence. No one dared approach Madara—not after the last few who tried were sent flying by a single strike of his Susano'o. Those unfortunate souls were now being treated by the camp's medical ninjas.

Kyōsuke sighed as he surveyed the somber scene. "Late again," he muttered under his breath, brushing aside the anxious inquiries of nearby clansmen.

As he reached the entrance, a hoarse, furious voice erupted from within, the sound raw and heavy from prolonged silence.

"LEAVE!"

Kyōsuke paused briefly, his hand hovering near the curtain. Ignoring the warning, he pushed it aside and stepped inside.

The interior of the shrine was dimly lit, the air thick with the weight of grief and simmering anger. Madara sat cross-legged before Izuna's coffin, his head wrapped in thick bandages—a mark of the recent transplantation of Izuna's eyes.

Seeing someone dare to intrude, Madara clenched his fist, suppressing his rage. The air seemed to warp under the oppressive waves of violent chakra radiating from him, causing the entire tent to tremble.

"You've lost even your basic senses, haven't you, Madara?" Kyōsuke's calm, measured voice sliced through the suffocating tension like a sharp blade.

The familiar tone reached Madara, halting the turbulence of his chakra, though the chilling aura surrounding him lingered.

Kyōsuke stood still, meeting Madara's gaze, and a heavy silence settled between them. Perhaps this was the curse of the Uchiha's Sharingan—to awaken such power meant to tread an irreversible path of darkness.

"You're back," Madara said at last, his voice cold and devoid of warmth, even for Kyōsuke.

He knew Kyōsuke must be harboring resentment toward him. If not for being imprisoned on the moon, there was no way Kyōsuke would have allowed Izuna to fall to Tobirama's blade.

"Barely," Kyōsuke replied, the lie slipping from his lips effortlessly, his tone casual and unbothered. Without waiting for Madara's response, he moved to Izuna's coffin and began adjusting the ceremonial garments draped over the lifeless form.

Madara's eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping into his voice. "What are you doing?"

"Tidying up. We're leaving," Kyōsuke said nonchalantly as he hoisted Izuna's body onto his shoulder with practiced ease.

Only Kyōsuke could act so brazenly in Madara's presence. It was a testament to their bond that Madara didn't strike him down immediately for such insolence.

"I can save him," Kyōsuke stated plainly.

The moment Madara heard those words, he sprang to his feet, his hands trembling slightly. "Is that true?"

Kyōsuke rolled his eyes, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Do I look like someone who'd joke about this?" He gave Izuna's lifeless body a pat and added dryly, "Good thing you preserved the body so well. If it had started to rot, this would've been a lot harder."

Madara didn't fully believe in the possibility of resurrection. Such miracles existed only in stories. He himself had read fictional tales of revival during his rare leisure moments and even appreciated the authors' creativity enough to tip them generously.

But reality was far harsher than fiction. No jutsu had ever achieved what Kyōsuke now claimed.

Yet Kyōsuke was no ordinary man. Time and again, he had defied the impossible. If anyone could achieve such a miracle, it was him.

Madara's hesitation didn't go unnoticed. "Oh, wait," Kyōsuke said, almost as an afterthought. He created two shadow clones in a flash, transforming them into near-perfect replicas of Madara and Izuna.

"Madara's brow furrowed. "What are you doing now?"

"Just some precautions," Kyōsuke replied cryptically, his focus on the clones. "You never know who might be watching."

"This is the Uchiha camp," Madara said, his voice tinged with impatience. "Who would dare intrude here?"

Kyōsuke ignored the remark, placing a firm hand on Madara's shoulder. "I'll explain everything when we get there."

Before Madara could protest further, they vanished from the tent, leaving behind the illusionary clones.

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Their destination: the Moon base.

Upon arriving on the moon, in the Chamber of Tenseigan (Energy Vessel), Madara's injured eyes, still recovering from the trauma, prevented him from fully appreciating the planet's breathtaking view.

He couldn't bring himself to admire the vastness of space, the distant beauty of Earth hanging like a blue gem in the void. Instead, his entire focus remained fixed on Kyōsuke and the salvation he promised for Izuna.

No matter how slim the chance, Madara was willing to take it. For Izuna, he would storm not only the moon but the very Afterworld (Pure World) itself.

"Wait here for a moment."

As they conversed, a figure entered the room—a ragged man, resembling a wandering ascetic. His presence was almost ethereal, as though he had stepped out of a distant dream.

Upon seeing Kyōsuke, the ascetic's expression lit up with fervent devotion, as though a devoted follower had witnessed the arrival of the Buddha himself. With an abrupt motion, the man dropped to his knees, bowing deeply in a full-body prostration.

Kyōsuke cast a brief, cold glance at the ascetic. He didn't acknowledge the gesture, instead pointing to Izuna's body. "Bring him back."

"As you command, my lord," the ascetic replied, his voice reverent and unwavering.

The man had no name, no past. He, or rather "it," was part of a group collectively referred to as "Followers of the Afterlife."

These individuals, like the ascetic, were members of the Followers of the Afterlife, created by Kyōsuke through the "Once-Own-Life Reincarnation Technique."

This technique allowed Kyōsuke to forge a group of fanatical beings capable of transferring their life force into others, bringing those with intact bodies back from the death. Additionally, the followers could pool their collective power, greatly enhancing the strength of a single individual.

To outsiders, the idea of sacrificing oneself to revive another was foolish and reckless. But to Kyōsuke's followers, it was the highest honor—an ultimate act of devotion.

With the "Followers of the Afterlife" at his side, Izuna's death was not something that could be easily undone. Even if he wished it, he would not be allowed to perish so easily.

As the ascetic chanted an incantation, a radiant, sun-like glow enveloped Izuna's body. The energy felt almost alive, coursing with unimaginable power. Kyōsuke, seemingly unfazed by the spectacle, sat beside Madara, his gaze distant.

He began to explain the complexities of the moon, the Otsutsuki clan, Black Zetsu, and more.

The overwhelming flood of information left Madara, who had just begun to regain his composure, nearly frozen in place.

"The ultimate evolution of the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan... the Gedo Statue... the Rabbit Goddess... A powerful alien race..."

Madara's mouth twitched, the words barely registering as they collided with the tumult of his emotions. He wanted to ask, "Are you messing with me?"

But seeing the earnestness in Kyōsuke's expression, coupled with the eerie logical consistency of his words, Madara found himself gradually beginning to believe.

"So, you're saying that some mastermind has been watching the Uchiha all this time, searching for a vessel to resurrect Kaguya?"

"Exactly." Kyōsuke slapped Madara on the shoulder with a grin, his voice suddenly taking on the enthusiasm of a charismatic salesman. "Rejoice, dear viewer! You are the one and only suitable candidate in millennia!"

Madara blinked, taken aback by the shift in tone.

"For just 998 ryo, you can take home the Gedo Statue," Kyōsuke continued, with a flourish, "along with even more surprises waiting for you later!"

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