Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 193 - : Peace Talks (End of the Warring States Period)

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The camp had been attacked, and the majority of the Senju forces had launched a full counterattack.

Impatient and anxious, Hashirama led a large force of ninjas toward the camp. However, the farther he ran, the stronger his sense of unease grew.

It was then that he realized—the vibrations from the distant battle had ceased some time ago.

This could only mean one thing.

The battle at the camp had already ended. Either Kyōsuke had been repelled by their forces, or...

"Hashirama-sama." Along the way, they encountered several wounded comrades, and the information they provided made everyone's hearts sink further.

Before long, the Senju group arrived back at the camp at full speed.

What awaited them was a scene of utter devastation.

Flames raged across the battlefield, consuming the wreckage of their once-mighty camp. The ground was soaked with blood, bodies piled like mountains, and the air was filled with the wails of their fallen comrades.

In the midst of this hellscape, a single figure sat atop a broken wooden frame.

Uchiha Kyōsuke.

The Kusanagi sword was planted firmly into the ground beside him, its blade still dripping with fresh blood. He was drinking sake leisurely, taking slow, unhurried sips.

At his feet lay the corpses of the three Senju elders, their bodies already cold and lifeless.

A heavy silence fell over the surviving Senju forces.

The sheer brutality of the scene left them speechless.

"How... how is this possible?" someone finally muttered, their voice laced with despair.

"He was alone... How could he have killed so many of us?"

"The three elders... Tobirama-sama... and even the heads of the Sarutobi and Shimura clans... No one could have withstood their combined strength."

"What are we supposed to do now?"

"What should we do now?"

The air was thick with fear and hopelessness.

Amidst it all, Hashirama stood in deep silence. His emotions were a storm of complexity—anger, grief, doubt. No one could truly understand the turmoil within him at this moment.

Then, as if oblivious to the tension, Kyōsuke raised his sake bottle.

"Care to have a drink?" he offered casually.

Hashirama took a deep breath, suppressing his emotions, and signaled for his people to stay calm. Then, without hesitation, he strode forward and sat across from Kyōsuke on the broken wooden frame.

He met the other man's gaze.

"Tobirama... is he still alive?" he asked.

Kyōsuke took another sip of his drink before answering.

"He ran away," he said with a smirk, handing over a cup of sake. Then, as if recalling something particularly amusing, he added, "And that Sarutobi Sasuke—so proud, so arrogant—was the first to flee the moment the tide turned against him."

A flicker of disappointment crossed his face. Of all his opponents, Sarutobi Sasuke had been the most formidable. If only he had managed to take him down...

At least then, he would have earned more than thirty thousand points.

[Points: 112,660.]

With the conclusion of this battle, Kyōsuke had instantly replenished the resources he had spent upgrading his Advanced Sage Body.

The eleven thousand points he had gained were by far the highest single-battle reward he had ever received.

If the outcome hadn't been so different from his expectations, Kyōsuke might have considered wiping out the entire Senju clan.

But of course, that would have forced Hashirama to unleash his True Several Thousand Hands Jutsu.

At that point, the situation would have gotten much more difficult to handle and he'd likely have lost his own life in the process.

The True Several Thousand Hands was a terrifying force—its offensive power reaching the level of the Six Paths. Even with all his strength, Kyōsuke would have to tread carefully against it.

A thousand-meter-tall giant Buddha, capable of leveling an entire battlefield in mere moments... its attacks covering a range of over ten kilometers. Once it was unleashed, there would be almost no escape—unless one was willing to face it head-on.

But given the current situation, a life-or-death struggle with Hashirama was unnecessary.

After all, a far greater threat loomed on the horizon—Ōtsutsuki Isshiki.

With power at the half-step Divine Fire level, Isshiki far surpassed the Six Paths. Even with all his trump cards, Kyosuke's chances in a one-on-one battle against him were slim at best.

For that reason, he needed Hashirama.

And he needed Madara.

Which meant...

Kyosuke smiled. "Just surrender," he said, voice calm and assured. "If the Senju clan announces their surrender, then your wish can be fulfilled."

"I guarantee that the Senju will not retaliate and will not target you specifically in the future."

Upon hearing these words, Hashirama fell silent once more.

He had expected his clan members to protest— to lash out in anger, to curse him, to reject the idea outright.

But instead...

It felt as though they had all lost their voices. Their mouths opened, yet no sound came out.

A suffocating silence hung over the battlefield.

"If you disagree, then..." Kyōsuke gestured toward the fallen shinobi, his gaze sweeping over the wounded. "All of these people will die."

"Today, the Senju clan will be completely erased from the shinobi world."

The blatant threat left no room for Hashirama to retreat.

The only reason Kyōsuke had spared these people lives was to use them as leverage.

If Hashirama refused, he would be actively choosing to sacrifice countless injured comrades.

And with his personality... he could never make that choice.

"You..." Hashirama was about to speak when the sound of rapid footsteps suddenly echoed from the distance.

Both men turned at the same time.

From the far end of the battlefield, Uchiha Madara appeared, leading a large force toward them.

His sharp eyes immediately took in the scene—the bodies, the flames, the scattered Senju forces—before landing on Hashirama and Kyōsuke, seated together with drinks.

He instantly understood.

Madara lifted a hand, stopping his clan members before they could make a sound. Then, he walked forward alone, his steps steady and unhurried, before taking a seat beside them on the broken wooden frame.

For a brief moment, as his gaze swept across the battlefield, a flicker of surprise crossed his face.

He hadn't expected Kyōsuke's achievements to be this overwhelming.

He had almost wiped out the entire Senju clan by himself.

Madara had rushed over thinking he might need to save him... but now, it seemed the Senju were the ones in need of saving.

"Surrender, Hashirama. You know Kyōsuke's personality well."

Madara's voice was calm, steady—resolute.

With Izuna still alive, the bloodlust that once consumed him had dimmed.

In the end, the Uchiha were the stronger side. Now that they controlled the situation, there was no need to be as cautious as before, fearing every little thing.

Whether the Senju survived or were wiped out was now entirely up to them.

Fairness?

That only mattered when both sides were equal in strength.

And right now... they weren't.

"...Sigh."

After a long, heavy pause, Hashirama let out a deep breath, as if a crushing weight had just been lifted from his shoulders.

Without hesitation, he made a gesture behind him, sending a signal in code that conveyed his stance clearly.

Surrender.

A tense silence fell over the battlefield as the Senju clan members exchanged glances. Some bore expressions of fear, others of anger, but for most, a wave of relief washed over them.

Then, as if in silent agreement, the weapons began to drop. The dull clang of swords and kunai hitting the ground filled the war-torn camp.

Kyosuke's gaze swept over the scene, lingering on Hashirama's face, where relief softened his features, and on Madara, whose lips curled into a rare, almost imperceptible smile. Slowly, Kyosuke extended his right hand.

"The dream has been realized—right here, right now."

Hashirama exhaled, the weight of years of conflict lifting from his shoulders. "Indeed."

With that, he placed his hand over Kyosuke's, then flashed a wide, almost childlike grin at the two of them. "Finally, we don't have to keep fighting."

Madara rolled his eyes. "Don't smile like that. It's creepy." Yet, despite his words, he placed his hand atop theirs.

And in unison, the three leaders stood together, their voices ringing out with unwavering finality—

"The war is over!"

"Ohhh!!!"

A deafening cheer erupted from both sides. Warriors who had once been locked in a cycle of vengeance now raised their arms in triumph. Some wept openly, others stood in solemn reflection, but in every heart, a shared sentiment took root—

Hope.

Hope for a future unshackled by endless bloodshed. Hope for families who would no longer lose their loved ones. Hope for a world where children would grow up without the echoes of war looming over them.

And so, as the leaders had declared—

The war... was over.

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