Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 196 - : Tobirama—Watch Me Call for Reinforcements

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In the end, the three of them failed to reach a unified agreement regarding military development.

This conversation served as an undeniable wake-up call for Kyōsuke, a stark reminder that he still lacked the highest authority within the village.

If he wished to implement reforms, he had only one path forward—to seize the seat of ultimate power.

Only by becoming Hokage could he guide the village onto the most righteous path.

Otherwise, the same tragedies of his past life would inevitably unfold once more.

What was truly intriguing, however, was that Senju Hashirama harbored a similar sentiment.

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"Tobirama." That night, Hashirama spoke with his younger brother about the discussion from earlier.

"I feel that Kyōsuke's ideas are too radical," Hashirama said, his voice tinged with helplessness. "Why can't he understand that if we grow too powerful, the other nations will inevitably grow wary of us?"

"And when that happens, it won't just be a village conflict—it will escalate into a war between entire nations."

It was evident that Hashirama was the kind of person who was utterly devoted to his own ideals.

He firmly believed that as long as people could achieve mutual understanding, war would not be necessary—that all disputes could be resolved peacefully.

Yet, the irony was that, from beginning to end, he had never once considered the situation from the opposing side's perspective.

Kyōsuke had repeatedly and explicitly laid out the consequences of lacking deterrence, but no matter how many times he explained it, this blockhead simply refused to listen.

A man so utterly fixated on his own ideals, preaching endlessly about the importance of mutual understanding.

But perhaps, deep in his subconscious, only those who accepted his version of "peace" were deemed to be in the right.

And was that not, in its own way, a form of selfishness?

Tobirama observed his elder brother's troubled expression, hesitating for a brief moment before swallowing the words that had nearly left his lips—words that would have revealed that he, too, agreed with that man's philosophy.

But such words would never escape his mouth.

No matter what, he would never allow the Uchiha to seize control of the village.

Previously, he had worried that his elder brother would be unwilling to compete for authority against his friend. But now, those worries had completely dissipated.

What kind of conflicts are the most terrifying in this world?

Not those driven by mere survival.

Not those fueled by hatred.

Not even those fought over food and resources.

None of these compared to the true horror—ideological conflicts.

A battle of ideals left no room for retreat.

Everyone believed they were right, and it was precisely because of this conviction that they would stop at nothing to fight for their cause.

To prevent Kyōsuke from bringing "ruin" upon the village, Hashirama would inevitably take part in the struggle in earnest.

And that, in turn, would give Tobirama the opportunity to maneuver from the shadows—gradually forcing the Uchiha to the edge of the precipice.

After all, killing a person did not always require the use of a blade.

At present, Kyōsuke, Hashirama, and Madara each held a share of authority over the village.

And without a doubt, the Senju were at a distinct disadvantage.

To break this deadlock, they needed to restructure the power distribution among the village's leadership.

Tobirama's thoughts were simple—since they were forming a unified Hidden Village, then surely it could not be run by just their two clans.

If other clans were to join, should they not be granted their rightful positions as well?

And when that happened, the entire power structure would naturally shift.

Tobirama had entertained such notions ever since the village's founding.

And now, it was time to set those plans into motion.

"Just you wait, you wretched Uchiha," he thought with absolute confidence.

He had once been a ruler in his own right—until he crossed paths with Uchiha Kyōsuke.

And yet, he seemed to have forgotten one crucial truth.

In every encounter between them thus far, he had never once gained the upper hand.

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Uchiha Clan District, Kyōsuke's Residence.

"This is so boring~"

Little Haruto lay sprawled out on the floor in a starfish-like 大 shape, visibly displeased with how his father was constantly busy.

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When he first arrived in the village, he had been brimming with excitement.

But after spending days surrounded by nothing but ongoing construction, his enthusiasm had all but disappeared.

Glancing at his little sister, Nagisa, who was sound asleep in her cradle, Haruto's eyes flickered with mischief.

Quietly, he slipped over to the window, nimbly climbed out, and slipped past the walls of the compound.

"Heh heh, time for an adventure!"

Like a little shadow, he darted into the bustling streets and disappeared from sight.

He had already explored every corner of the village to the point of boredom.

Now that he had finally managed to sneak out of the house, there was no way he would settle for merely wandering the village again.

From what he had heard, his father had gone to war when he was seven years old.

So surely, it was perfectly reasonable for Uchiha Haruto to leave the village at five, wasn't it?

Before long, the little troublemaker had reached the main entrance of the Hidden Village.

Just as he was about to blend into the crowd and slip outside, he suddenly felt someone grab him by the collar.

Startled, he twisted around, only to see Aunt Maya looking at him with an amused yet knowing smile.

"Heh heh heh... hello, Aunt Maya~"

Puffing up his chubby cheeks, he flashed his signature innocent look, hoping to win her over.

Alas, Maya was not so easily fooled.

One glance at his sneaky behavior was enough to tell her exactly what had happened—he had obviously snuck out of the house.

If the adults found out, he would undoubtedly be in for a spanking.

Gazing at the little rascal's sheepish grin, Maya couldn't help but chuckle and shake her head.

She decided to let him off this time.

Otherwise, he might stop letting her hold him in the future.

Pulling the mischievous child into her arms, her expression suddenly grew somber.

Years of battle had left her body riddled with hidden injuries, making it unlikely that she would ever be able to have children of her own.

It might not have been entirely appropriate to think this way, but Maya had indeed come to see the two little ones as her own.

And Haruto, in turn, was quite attached to her, having grown up with her by his side.

His father was strict. His mother was even stricter.

Only this aunt of his truly spoiled him.

Tugging at her sleeve, Haruto rocked his chubby cheeks from side to side, his voice tinged with pleading.

"Let me stay here, okay? I'll help you welcome the villagers."

"...Fine. But you mustn't cause any trouble."

Unable to resist his request, Mayoi reluctantly agreed.

However, when Haruto wasn't looking, she discreetly signaled to one of the guards.

The shinobi gave a small nod and instantly disappeared from the gate.

Regardless of anything else, she had to inform Lady Mito. That was her duty as a subordinate.

Completely unaware of this exchange, little Haruto had already wriggled free from her embrace and was enthusiastically "standing guard" at the entrance.

If he couldn't leave the village, then playing a role-playing game seemed like a decent alternative.

"Mister, let me help you carry that!"

"Oh? You're from Tanzaku Street? I heard there are lots of fun things there!"

"Don't worry, Big Sister! I'll protect you all in the future!"

As he darted around the gate, Haruto quickly became a delightful spectacle.

At first, Maya had been worried.

But as she watched the villagers respond to him with warmth and laughter, she had a sudden realization.

Perhaps the presence of children could foster a greater sense of trust among newcomers to the village.

After all, for weary travelers who had endured countless hardships on their journey here, what would they rather be greeted by?

A line of grim-faced shinobi brimming with killing intent?

Or the sight of a child laughing and playing at the gate?

Maya believed that, for most people, the answer was obvious.

If children could play freely at the entrance, it was a sign that the village was safe and peaceful.

And that, in turn, would naturally put the newcomers at ease.

"La la la~"

Humming cheerfully to himself, Haruto scampered about—until he suddenly collided with the carriage of a large incoming group.

"Where did this brat come from?"

A shinobi clad in unfamiliar attire shot Haruto an irritated glare.

And the moment his gaze fell upon the Uchiha fan symbol on the boy's back, his expression darkened.

Without hesitation, he lashed out with a kick.

"Out of my way, you little pest!"

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