Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 255: Uchiha Haruto’s Mangekyō

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Konoha, Year Eight.

It had been two years since the First Hokage had saved the Shinobi World.

The great battle of that day had been witnessed by shinobi from all villages, and they had seen firsthand just how terrifying the enemy's power truly was.

For the sake of maintaining peace, Konoha compiled all the information it had on the Ōtsutsuki clan and unconditionally shared it with the four other great hidden villages.

The message behind this act was clear—the only reason you are still alive and free to scheme as you please today is because the First Hokage fought with his life on the line.

Without Kyōsuke's desperate struggle, there would be no peace, no prosperity.

Unfortunately, outside of Konoha, none of the other hidden villages believed in such nonsense about extraterrestrial beings.

And even if such enemies had once existed, hadn't the Hokage already taken care of them? What was the point of trying to intimidate them with a man who was already dead?

The other nations had far more pressing concerns—Konoha, after such an upheaval, was bound to suffer a significant decline in military strength.

Uchiha Kyōsuke had fallen in battle.

Uchiha Madara had vanished without a trace.

Senju Hashirama was no longer the invincible force he once was.

Konoha's weakened state was now an undeniable reality.

As for the Second Hokage?

Ha! A figure propped up by sheer reputation alone. Did he really think himself worthy of being compared to the Three Gods who had survived the brutal Warring States Era?

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Three months after Uchiha Kyōsuke's death, as the village was still steeped in grief, the Konoha Police Force quietly began making its moves in the shadows.

The reason was simple—Senju Tobirama had set his sights on the position of Second Hokage.

To be frank, he had never expected that both of Uchiha's legendary figures would disappear from the world so suddenly.

For the longest time, he had believed that the Hokage's seat would forever be out of his reach. Yet, fate had taken an unexpected turn, and now, it was finally the Senju Clan's time to rise.

Even though his elder brother's health was declining by the day, the name of Senju Hashirama alone still carried an immeasurable level of intimidation.

Using his brother's reputation, Tobirama began rallying the various clans, making grand promises of the future he would create once he took power.

But just as he was gaining momentum, a sudden twist occurred—Uchiha Kochou stepped forward.

With the full support of Mito, she boldly challenged Tobirama for the Hokage's seat.

Uchiha Kochou's reputation was outstanding, and the Uchiha Clan's influence far exceeded that of the Senju.

Tobirama, on the other hand, had spent years carefully laying the groundwork for this moment. Many of the other clans were already leaning toward siding with him.

Most crucially, Uchiha's dominance was long established, making it clear that even if other clans aligned with them, they would never receive as secure a position as the Hyūga or Fūma. This realization became the deciding factor for many.

Yet, just as tensions between the two factions reached a boiling point, Uchiha Kochou suddenly withdrew from the Hokage race and instead threw the full support of the Uchiha behind Hyūga Yayoi's candidacy for Second Hokage.

The moment this announcement was made, Tobirama was caught completely off guard.

For months, he had actively courted the Hyūga, hoping to convince their leader to recognize the reality of the situation and sever ties with the Uchiha. Yet now, in a stunning reversal, the Hyūga had not only refused his advances but had turned around and driven a second blade straight into his old wounds.

Tobirama knew how to deal with Uchiha. But now that his opponent had become the Hyūga, the strategies he had once mastered were suddenly useless.

With no better alternative, he resorted to a different approach—spreading rumors throughout the village, hoping to drive a wedge between Uchiha and the Hyūga.

And he chose his method well—who truly deserved the title of Konoha's strongest clan?

His scheme was undeniably effective.

Tobirama, with his seasoned and ruthless tactics, was an expert at sowing discord.

Before long, real tensions began to arise between the two clans, with some hot-blooded members even going so far as to openly challenge one another to duels, determined to settle the matter through strength alone.

Those who are not bound by interests are often shackled by reputation.

"This is an open scheme," Tobirama said with confidence.

As he sat back, ready to watch the chaos unfold and revel in the spectacle of his enemies tearing each other apart, something far more shocking happened—something that drew the attention of the entire village.

Uchiha Haruto, the son of the First Hokage, successfully advanced to the rank of Jōnin at the age of thirteen.

The child of the God of Shinobi possessed a talent far beyond that of ordinary people.

Of course, this alone was not enough to cause a major upheaval.

What truly sent shockwaves through the village was what Haruto revealed during his final examination—a truth that left all those who understood its significance at a complete loss for words.

Uchiha Haruto had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan.

The Jōnin overseeing his assessment was incapacitated within moments, suffering severe injuries from a single exchange.

The rate at which Haruto's strength had grown far surpassed anyone's expectations.

"From this day forth, anyone who holds grievances against the Uchiha Clan—come find me."

Haruto's words were a declaration, an announcement to the entire village.

Now, he had finally obtained the power he had long yearned for—the power buried deep within the Mangekyō Sharingan.

Yet, like all Uchiha who bore this accursed bloodline, the moment he awakened these eyes, his greatest desire was not to wield them in battle—but to trade them away for what he had lost.

If given a choice, Haruto would have never awakened them at all. He would rather remain blind forever than hear his mother's anguished cries on that cold, rain-soaked night… or listen to his little sister's tearful murmurs in the depths of her dreams.

Each time these thoughts tormented him, he would find himself at the memorial stone, standing before it as if speaking to his father.

"Tobirama's schemes will likely fail. Aunt Yayoi's strength is overwhelming; he wouldn't dare confront her in direct conflict."

"I promised you—I would protect Mother and my little sister."

"But why didn't you keep your promise? They miss you terribly."

Placing the fresh flowers before the memorial stone, Uchiha Haruto lowered his head in silence.

For a brief moment, in the dim light, a faint glimmer of tears seemed to gather at the corners of his eyes.

Yet, when he looked up again, all traces of sorrow had vanished. His gaze was sharp—like a blade honed to a deadly edge. His eyes, dark pools of swirling intensity, carried a chill that seemed to seep into the air around him.

Since awakening the Mangekyō Sharingan, Haruto had changed completely. The carefree vibrancy of his youth had withered, replaced by an unsettling, steely resolve.

He was well aware of his own transformation. He had heard Aunt Yayoi's concerns, listened to Uncle Izuna's warnings—yet he did not care. If anything, he embraced the descent, welcoming the abyss that threatened to consume him.

After all, such a path would only hasten the growth of his ocular power.

Unlike many before him, Haruto had no need for the transplantation of Sage Body cells. From the moment of his birth, he carried the intertwined bloodlines of Asura and Indra.

As he grew older and awakened his Mangekyō Sharingan, the latent power of his Sage Body also began to stir.

His chakra reserves surged at an astonishing rate—so rapidly that even his closest teammates were left stunned.

At the same time, Eri and Kurama Jun were deeply concerned for his mental state.

Unfortunately, neither of them had yet attained the rank of jōnin. Eri had only just recently passed her chūnin exam and had chosen to pursue the path of a medical-nin—meaning that she was destined to walk a different road, unable to remain by Haruto's side forever.

"Father, rest assured. I will safeguard everything you have built."

As time passed, the struggle for the Hokage position grew ever fiercer.

Overall, it was clear that Hyūga Yayoi held the upper hand.

The downfall of Senju Tobirama was likely only one final push away.

"And I shall be the one to create that opportunity."

"Even if my father refuses to take you seriously, I, Uchiha Haruto, will defeat you all the same."

Word spread swiftly throughout Konoha. It was said that Kyōsuke's son—the strongest of the new generation, Uchiha Haruto—had openly challenged Senju Tobirama, the head of the Konoha Police Force.

To ensure the battle would take place, Izuna even made a declaration: If Tobirama wins, the Uchiha will no longer interfere with the selection of the Second Hokage.

This single statement sent shockwaves through the entire village.

Had the Uchiha truly lost their minds? Were they really willing to wager the fate of their entire clan just to build a stage for a thirteen-year-old boy?

No matter how talented he was, there was no way Kyōsuke's son could be a match for Senju Tobirama.

It wasn't just about him—even if Izuna himself were to step into the fight, the outcome would likely be the same.

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Where did this unfounded confidence come from?

Regardless of the whispers and doubts, once spoken, such words could not be taken back.

Before long, Senju Tobirama responded with his usual, measured calm.

"If it is my duty to educate the younger generation, then I shall fulfill it."

See? He did not even entertain the possibility of losing.

No matter how fast Uchiha Haruto's strength had grown, there was simply no way he could stand on equal footing with Tobirama.

Even in terms of chakra reserves alone, the gap was insurmountable.

He was a Senju—an inheritor of Asura's lineage.

Perhaps he was no match for the legendary Three Gods, but surely, he would not lose to an unseasoned child.

To many, the Uchiha's actions seemed like sheer madness.

Had they lost their ability to dominate the shinobi world without the backing of Kyōsuke and Madara?

Even Uchiha Kochou, upon hearing the news, immediately abandoned her mission and rushed back to the village. She urged Izuna to withdraw the challenge. If that was not possible, she was even willing to fight in Haruto's place.

But Izuna's response was brief and unwavering.

"Haruto is no longer a child. He has the strength to challenge anyone."

"What do you mean?"

"His dōjutsu is rather... intriguing. You'll understand once the battle begins."

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Time passed, and soon, the appointed day arrived.

The entire Uchiha clan gathered in unwavering support of Haruto. In stark contrast, the Senju remained indifferent, as if they had never taken the challenge seriously.

After all, Tobirama's strength was undeniable. His abilities had already reached the threshold of the Super Kage level, and if he fought at full power, he could unleash force that rivaled even mid-tier Super Kage-level combatants.

Such a vast difference in power was enough to render any dōjutsu meaningless.

The Mangekyō Sharingan?

Tobirama had fought against it before.

Even Uchiha Kochou's bizarre and unfathomable rule-based ocular techniques had failed to bring him down.

What, then, gave the Uchiha such unshakable confidence?

At last, the battle commenced.

Many among the spectators watched with eager anticipation, expecting nothing more than a display of Tobirama's effortless superiority.

Yet, as the fight unfolded, a shocking realization dawned upon them.

Why did the brat's strength seem nearly equal to Lord Tobirama's?

Not just in chakra—but even in raw power and speed, they were virtually identical!

To an untrained eye, it was as if two Tobiramas were clashing against each other.

This was the reason Uchiha Haruto dared to challenge him, despite the supposed gap in strength.

His right eye possessed a terrifying ability—"Kyōdō (Mirror Unity)."

No matter how vast the power gap between him and his opponent, for as long as the dōjutsu remained active, his own strength would be forcibly elevated to match that of his adversary.

This was why Izuna had stated that Haruto had the ability to challenge anyone.

Senju Tobirama, unaware of this ability, was walking straight into a bitter defeat.

Of course, merely matching an opponent's strength was not enough to secure victory.

Mirror Unity was only the foundation. His true trump card lay within his second ability—one that transcended all logic itself.

"Ketsu (Certainty Shot)."

A technique that rewrote causality itself, ensuring that any attack he made would inevitably land.

Under normal circumstances, a thrown kunai was merely the cause, and striking the target's heart was the effect. The outcome could be altered by countless external factors.

But for Haruto, it was the reverse.

"A guaranteed hit is the effect. The act of throwing is merely the cause."

And so, when Haruto hurled his father's legendary Kusanagi Blade, it tore through Tobirama's abdomen in a manner that defied all reason.

Senju Tobirama stood frozen, eyes wide with bewilderment.

"What just happened? Who am I? Where am I?"

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