Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 198 - : Enduring Humiliation Does Not Mean You Can Forge Ahead

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"You've all been frightened," Tobirama expressed his concern—though his tone carried not a shred of sincerity.

In truth, he was eagerly waiting for Kyōsuke to end the fool's life right then and there.

A man like that, if allowed entry into the village, would only bring endless trouble.

Originally, he had intended to wait until things settled down before recruiting a few disciples from the Sarutobi and Shimura clans, thereby tying them firmly to the Senju's cause. But now, it seemed he would have to put that plan on hold.

His gaze fell upon the newly appointed Shimura patriarch, who stood meek and submissive before him. Seeing the man's pitiful display, Tobirama's irritation gradually subsided. After a brief moment of contemplation, he finally spoke.

"For the time being, proceed with utmost caution. Keep a low profile in all your actions."

"Prepare a generous gift and send it to the Uchiha. When the time is right, your place in the village's decision-making body will naturally be secured."

"In that case, we are most grateful to Lord Tobirama." The Shimura clan leader lowered his head even further, his voice filled with humility.

Both he and Sarutobi Sasuke understood a simple truth—the future of the Land of Fire belonged to this hidden village.

They had only two choices: submission or opposition. There was no third path.

Fleeing the Land of Fire? That was a coward's way out—something only those secret-ninja-arts clans would consider. How could they so easily abandon their ancestral homeland?

Besides, other nations would soon follow suit, establishing hidden villages of their own. No matter where they fled, they would still be subject to governance and exploitation.

Given these circumstances, staying was the only viable option. At least here, under the rule of the Senju and Uchiha—two of the strongest noble clans—they could find some measure of security.

And if wars broke out between nations in the future, they firmly believed that no other country would be able to stand against them.

Before long, the group arrived at the luxurious residential district that Hashirama had specially prepared for them.

"You may settle in here. I still need to go and receive the Sarutobi patriarch—"

Suddenly, Tobirama's expression changed drastically.

The change was so abrupt that the others instinctively turned toward him in confusion.

Before they could ask, he abruptly spun around—his gaze locking onto a figure approaching from behind.

A woman, dressed in casual attire, was walking toward them at a steady, deliberate pace.

"Lady Mito," Tobirama hesitated, as if wanting to speak but ultimately holding back.

"This is none of your concern. Step aside." Mito's voice was crisp and commanding.

Her gaze swept over the crowd, pausing the moment she spotted the injured man lying on the stretcher.

In an instant, nine gleaming Adamantine Chains shot into the air, slicing through the space between them with unstoppable force. Without sparing Tobirama a single glance, the chains passed through the gathered shinobi and wrapped around the wounded man, lifting him into the air.

"You dare lay a hand on my child—are you declaring war on the Uzumaki Clan?!"

Having spent so much time at Kyōsuke's side, the bun-haired princess had learned well how to wave a big flag.

The truth of the matter was irrelevant—her priority was to take the offensive first.

By pinning a heavy accusation on the other party from the start, she turned what might have been an unreasonable action into something entirely justified.

This tactic was incredibly effective in escalating conflicts. Before the accused could even process the situation, the argument had already shifted—and the weight of the charge forced them into a defensive position.

By the time anyone realized what had happened, everything would already be settled.

And now, with a single phrase—"You are making an enemy of the Uzumaki"—Mito has escalated the situation to an entirely different level.

In truth, the siblings Haruto and Nagisa were technically royalty, a prince and princess of the Land of Whirlpools. So her words weren't even an exaggeration.

Tobirama clenched his jaw. He knew that Uzumaki Ashina had once spoken to his elder brother, making one thing explicitly clear: no matter what happened between the clans, they must never harm Mito's good children.

Because of that, he could not say much at this moment.

"Damn it, Uchiha Kyōsuke, you really are a menace," he thought bitterly.

Frustrated and helpless, Tobirama could only shift his anger toward Kyōsuke.

The matter had already been settled—so why had his wife suddenly stepped in to make things worse?

Who was next? Uchiha Kochou?

If they pushed any further, the entire Shimura clan might as well slit their own throats and be done with it.

Just as Tobirama was thinking this, a blood-curdling scream tore through the air.

A crimson mist sprayed outward—the man's other leg had vanished without a trace.

The overwhelming agony was too much. His body convulsed once before collapsing into unconsciousness.

Tobirama exhaled slowly, thinking that perhaps—finally—this ordeal was over.

But he had underestimated a mother's protective instincts.

Before anyone could react, the nine Adamantine Chains cut through the air, spreading out like a vast, glistening web over the Shimura clan.

The ominous chains loomed menacingly over their heads.

Fear rippled through the group. Seeing their companion's mutilated state, the remaining Shimura shinobi instinctively stepped back, terrified of becoming the next victim.

"Lady Mito, what is the meaning of this?"

The Shimura clan leader's expression finally darkened.

They had already been pushed this far—if they backed down any further, they would lose all standing in this village.

Mito tilted her head slightly.

"The meaning?"

Her voice was light, almost casual.

And yet—the chains slithered closer.

The slight tightening was enough to send a suffocating pressure through the air.

The Shimura leader clenched his fists. An invisible weight pressed down on his shoulders.

Mito's gaze was sharp and unyielding.

"I will give you one warning—stay away from my child."

"From this day forward, wherever my family is present, no member of the Shimura clan is to appear within a hundred meters. Otherwise—"

Her lips curled into a small smile.

"I will kill every last one I find."

Swish! Swish! Swish!

As soon as she finished speaking, countless figures materialized in the surrounding area.

Some leaned against walls, others crouched on rooftops—their presence eerily silent yet suffocatingly oppressive. Their sharp, otherworldly eyes gleamed ominously in the dim light, leaving no doubt about their identity.

"Uchiha..."

The Shimura clan collectively lost their voices. A wave of panic spread among them.

"If you still don't understand—"

The Adamantine Chains coiled around the injured man's throat without a sound.

Surrounded by countless pairs of blood-red eyes, brimming with cold, unrestrained killing intent, the Shimura clan leader dared not move a muscle.

"Then perhaps," Mito continued, her voice soft yet merciless, "the Shimura clan should find itself a new leader."

With those words, the chains abruptly tightened.

Veins bulged across the man's forehead as his body convulsed involuntarily.

Even so, he resisted the urge to fight back, knowing that doing so would mean certain death.

Thud!

After a few agonizing seconds, the nearly suffocated Shimura patriarch collapsed onto the ground, his breath coming in ragged, humiliating gasps.

Mito didn't spare him a second glance.

With a slight nod toward Tobirama, she turned and walked away, ignoring the others as if they didn't exist.

She was the Princess of the Land of Whirlpools.

The wife of Uchiha Kyōsuke, the God of Shinobi.

And today—she had made sure everyone knew it.

In the past, few had given her true status much thought.

But after today—none would dare to ignore it.

That was exactly the outcome she had wanted.

Her family was her final bottom line.

Any force that dared cross it would face her full wrath.

In truth, she had considered killing the man outright.

If she didn't spill blood, she feared others might mistake her mercy for weakness.

But before she left home, Kyōsuke had given her specific instructions.

If the Shimura resisted, they were to be slaughtered without hesitation.

But if they chose humiliation over death, then let them live.

Because Senju Tobirama was a suspicious man by nature.

And a man who harbored deep resentment yet chose to endure—was a dangerous pawn Tobirama would never allow to remain.

There was no need for Mito or Kyōsuke to do anything.

The Shimura patriarch's days were already numbered.

"This will do."

Suppressing the last traces of lingering bloodlust, Mito shifted her thoughts to something far more important.

"Hmm... I heard a new food street opened in the south. Let's eat out tonight~"

And with that, the ever-lazy princess conveniently avoided her cooking duties for the day.

Back in the courtyard, Tobirama exhaled lightly.

"Rest well. We'll speak again tomorrow," Tobirama said with a calm tone, even going so far as to console the shaken members of the Shimura clan.

The Shimura clan leader felt touched by his kindness.

He failed to notice the cold, dangerous glint in Tobirama's half-lowered gaze.

"A truly patient man you are, Lord Shimura."

A fleeting trace of killing intent flickered in his eyes.

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