Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 192 - : Unrivaled Beneath the Six Paths, One-for-One Above It

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Multiple Shadow Clone Technique!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The unique white smoke of the Clone Technique erupted, blanketing more than half of the entire camp in an instant.

The Senju shinobis, poised to launch their assault, instinctively hesitated. Their eyes darted across the battlefield, exchanging uncertain glances as an inexplicable sense of unease gripped their hearts.

And soon enough, their fears proved true.

As the smoke dispersed, revealing the battlefield once more, what they saw left them momentarily frozen.

An overwhelming army of shadow clones stood in formation, their numbers stretching far beyond the horizon. A rough estimate placed them at well over a thousand—more than twice the number of Senju shinobis present.

A voice, dripping with mockery, echoed across the battlefield.

"What's wrong? Surely you wouldn't say I'm using numbers to bully the weak, would you?"

"After all, you are the mighty Senju, aren't you?"

The Senju shinobi scanned their surroundings, yet none could pinpoint Kyōsuke's true location amidst the vast sea of identical figures.

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No one knew who made the first move, but in the next instant, the battlefield exploded into chaos.

A frenzied melee erupted between the two forces. Blades clashed, fists met flesh, and jutsu illuminated the darkening sky. Amidst the madness, Kyosuke's points panel continuously flashed with notifications, but he paid them no heed.

Instead, a faint smile curved his lips.

"It's getting late... It's time for me to get serious."

With that, he pressed his palms together in a hand seal.

Instantly, the flow of natural energy in the surroundings became chaotic, drawn toward him in a violent, all-consuming surge.

A single curved horn emerged from his forehead, a shadow of a serpent coiled behind him, and a blazing green aura ignited his form.

Kyōsuke had entered Sage Mode—effortlessly, instantaneously.

His newly enhanced physique made the transition seamless, no longer requiring the cumbersome process of gathering nature energy.

Unlike before, he didn't even need to release his Curse Mark. Instead, he directly absorbed the natural energy from his surroundings—executing a feat that only Senju Hashirama had ever accomplished.

No matter how many techniques he had mastered before, no matter how many times he had fought Hashirama in direct combat, he had never been able to surpass him.

But now, the truth was clear.

The combination of the Advanced Sage Body and Senjutsu Chakra was simply too overwhelming.

In terms of raw combat power, Kyōsuke at this moment had already ascended to the absolute pinnacle of the Super-Kage level.

And if he revealed his trump card, he was even confident in achieving a one-for-one exchange against a Six Paths-level opponent.

Thus, the phrase "Unrivaled beneath the Six Paths, one-for-one above it" became a perfect descriptor of his current strength.

Kyōsuke's gaze swept across the battlefield. He let out a deep chuckle, muttering to himself:

"With my shadow clones intervening, you lot won't be able to use your large-scale Cooperative Jutsu anymore, will you?"

His Advanced Sage Body and Ryūchi Cave Sage Mode had already placed him above the strongest figures in the Shinobi world. But one must not forget—his true power came from his Sharingan.

The Sage Body not only enhanced his Sage Chakra transformation, but it also provided unparalleled nourishment for his Sharingan.

At the mere stir of his will, a terrifying dark-golden radiance erupted into the sky.

A Perfect Susanoo, towering at a staggering two hundred meters, took form, its body cloaked in a faint green serpentine sage cloak.

With the slightest movement, it caused the very earth to quake violently.

"How is this possible?"

"He was still holding back his strength before?"

"With this kind of power... even Hashirama might...!"

The three elders of the Senju Clan felt a rare flicker of doubt creep into their hearts.

They understood all too well the monstrous might of a Perfect Susanoo. That was precisely why they had prepared an entire battalion of elite Jonin-level shinobi to counter it.

Their strategy had been straightforward: the moment Kyosuke revealed himself, they would bombard him with relentless ninjutsu attacks, overwhelming him before he could fully unleash his strength.

But who could have predicted that their enemy would summon such an absurd number of shadow clones?

Their large-scale cooperative jutsu—the key to their victory—was now rendered useless.

Inside the diamond-shaped crystal on Susanoo's forehead, Kyōsuke closed his eyes for a brief moment, quietly sensing the transformation of his power.

"My size has increased by dozens of meters... The overall substance feels much more refined than before."

"But alas... I'm still far too distant from the thousand-meter Susanoo of Hagoromo and his son."

The father-son duo of the Six Paths Sage—one standing as tall as the Great Buddha, the other rivaling the Ten-Tails in its complete form—were beings of terrifying, monstrous proportions.

Even now, despite his immense power, Kyosuke was still far from reaching their level. If he wanted to break past this ceiling, there was only one possible path forward—The Rinnegan.

But for now, against these enemies before him, his Perfect Susanoo was more than sufficient.

His golden Susanoo eyes locked onto the battlefield below. The three Senju elders hesitated, their bodies tense with indecision.

Kyōsuke sneered.

Without hesitation, he drew his colossal sword and swung it down toward the most densely packed section of the battlefield.

The moment the blade fell—

BOOM!

An unparalleled shockwave erupted.

The earth split apart, torn asunder by the sheer force of the strike. A howling storm of destruction surged forward, annihilating everything in its path.

Under the horrified gazes of countless onlookers, the sword strike carved through the battlefield, its force traveling thousands of meters before finally dissipating.

A long, terrible silence followed.

"...Damn it!"

Senju Kiyoyuki, the Great Elder, gritted his teeth, his fists clenched tight.

He knew—they couldn't allow this to continue.

Kyōsuke had no need to worry about collateral damage. His clones would regenerate, his army was infinite. He simply attacked wherever the enemy was most concentrated.

But the Senju forces?

They couldn't afford to turn their attacks against their own ranks.

The realization struck like a blade to the gut.

Exchanging a single glance, the three Senju elders came to a silent, grim agreement.

Tonight—It would be they who made the ultimate sacrifice.

"All together! We cannot let this Uchiha brat—"

BOOM!

Before they could even finish their words, the massive blade of Susanoo came crashing down upon them.

Kyōsuke scoffed, his voice laced with cold amusement.

"Hmph, all that talk... just for some measly points."

Not even bothering to pause, he swung his blade again.

Tonight, the butcher's blade had been drawn. And it would not sheathe until an outcome was reached.

Submit... or die.

There was no third option.

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Meanwhile, the battle between Hashirama and Madara continued fiercely.

"Hashirama!"

"Madara!"

Terrifying shockwaves rippled outward as the two titans exchanged blows, locked in a deadlock from the very start.

Madara showed no signs of distress—he had long grown accustomed to battling Hashirama.

But his rival... was growing increasingly anxious.

With his exceptional sensory abilities, Hashirama had long detected Kyōsuke's movements across the battlefield.

He wanted—no, needed—to rush back and reinforce his clan.

But Madara refused to let him leave.

"Madara, let's put our battle on hold for now!" Hashirama tried to reason with him.

Madara scoffed. "Save your breath. Until we settle this once and for all, you're going nowhere."

He wasn't a fool—he knew exactly where Kyōsuke had gone.

And the longer he delayed Hashirama here, the greater the destruction Kyōsuke would bring upon the Senju.

Perhaps, tonight would be the night the centuries-old conflict between their clans finally ended.

Madara's Sharingan glowed ominously as he raised his blade once more.

"Let's continue, Hashirama."

Seeing that reasoning had failed, Hashirama shifted tactics.

He softened his gaze and tried a different approach—sentimentality.

"...Do you remember, Madara?" he said quietly.

"The riverbank where we first met? The joy we felt back then?"

Hearing this, Madara's movements subtly slowed.

Noticing his chance, Hashirama pressed on.

"Our dream is so close now, Madara! Why must we fight? Why not lay down our weapons and resolve this through negotiation?"

Madara's expression darkened.

"It's useless, Hashirama."

He shook his head, his voice laced with something almost akin to regret.

"Negotiation won't solve anything. If we are to unite, one side must be defeated."

His crimson gaze burned with conviction.

"That Kyōsuke—he won't tolerate the Senju standing over him. You're wasting your breath."

Hashirama's jaw tightened. Because deep down, he knew it was true.

He just didn't want to face that reality.

Like Kyōsuke, he refused to let the Senju become the defeated clan.

For to be defeated meant to lose their voice in the future village.

It was an idea implanted in him by Tobirama—and no matter how much he resisted, he had accepted it.

He didn't care about power himself, but as a clan leader, he had to consider his people.

"This won't do... I can't waste any more time here."

With a clap of his hands, the earth trembled.

A massive wooden dragon surged into the sky, its serpentine body twisting through the air like a force of nature.

Hashirama leapt atop its head.

Without another word, he turned away—racing back toward the Senju's main camp.

Madara sighed.

"...A foolish choice."

Shaking his head, he turned his gaze toward the distant plains—where another battalion of Senju forces awaited.

If Hashirama left to reinforce the main battlefield...

Then who would protect them from him?

A slow smirk spread across Madara's lips.

"Senju... today is the day of your defeat."

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