Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 212: A Full Play—Are You All Satisfied?

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Konoha Forest.

For the sake of future considerations, Kyōsuke had deliberately reserved a vast expanse of natural land when dividing the village’s territory.

Whether it was for the Chūnin Exams or for students’ outdoor simulation courses, this forest would serve as an ideal setting for training and assessment.

However, he had never expected that he himself would become the first to truly experience it.

On the hastily constructed wooden grandstands, the audience eagerly awaited the spectacle, all the while silently expressing their gratitude toward Hashirama for his generous assistance.

Without his Wood Release, how else could they have built a twenty-meter-high platform in such a short time? Without it, how could they have had the privilege of witnessing the distant battle so clearly?

"Wow! Papa is amazing!"

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A sweet voice rang out as a little girl clapped her hands excitedly, waving at her father, who was engaged in battle.

In truth, Nagisa had no real understanding of combat. To her, the sight of green and gold energies clashing midair was simply a breathtaking display of beauty.

As for everyone else, they were utterly immersed in the sheer awe and shock of witnessing a clash at a level beyond Kage.

"So this is Sensei’s true power..."

Anzai Eri murmured, her gaze unfocused as if she had been completely entranced by what she saw. More than anything, a deep sense of longing stirred within her heart.

"Indeed… This is what my father is truly capable of."

Beside her, Haruto nodded solemnly, his expression filled with undeniable fervor.

Not far away, the clan heads, including Sarutobi Sasuke, stood in silence. No one spoke. All eyes remained fixed on the battlefield.

For a long time, Sarutobi Sasuke watched without a word before finally breaking the silence.

"No matter how many times I see it, I am always left deeply shaken by such power…"

"That is why he is known as the God of Shinobi."

Beside him, the Hatake Clan Head unconsciously tightened his grip on the short blade at his waist.

It was the instinct of a true swordsman when standing before an overwhelming force. The urge to test one’s own edge against such power was almost impossible to suppress.

"Uchiha Kyōsuke…"

In another part of the grandstands, Nara Higashihiko’s gaze darkened, his mind replaying old memories of the past.

Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that the once-young boy, who had merely shown some promise in the creation of ninjutsu, would one day grow into a man so powerful that he had to look up to him.

Had he known this would happen, he would have done whatever it took to eliminate him back then.

Now, however, Kyōsuke had already taken shape, his strength standing at the very peak of the shinobi world.

They should be grateful that he had not yet turned his attention to them—let alone seek revenge.

As for the thought of vengeance, Nara Higashihiko was far too shrewd to entertain such foolishness.

It was clear as day that the Senju merely wished to use their three clans as tools—a spear to strike with, while they stood safely behind the scenes.

There was no harm in raising flags and shouting slogans. But if it came to a real confrontation, he had no interest in throwing himself into the fire for their sake.

His gaze subtly shifted, meeting the eyes of several other clan heads nearby.

There was an unspoken understanding between them. Some things did not need to be said aloud.

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—Meanwhile, on the battlefield—

Kyōsuke and Yayoi were locked in a "ferocious" battle.

One had activated the Tenseigan Chakra Mode, while the other had summoned a dark-gold Susanoo. At first glance, the confrontation appeared to be nothing short of earth-shattering.

Even Hashirama, despite his keen insight, couldn’t discern the intricacies of their exchange. All he could see were terrifyingly powerful jutsu erupting one after another, shaking the very foundation of the land.

"Your strength has improved considerably."

Kyōsuke nodded approvingly, but a trace of disappointment flickered in his eyes.

At this moment, Hyūga Yayoi had not yet reached the level of Hyūga Tenjin from the moon.

Perhaps when she spoke of surpassing Tenjin, she had only referred to the Tenjin who once fought Hashirama.

What she did not realize was that, with the aid of unknown forces, Tenjin had long since neared the power of Ōtsutsuki Toneri.

The proof?

She was still incapable of manifesting the Truth-Seeking Orbs created by Tenseigan Chakra.

"What a shame…"

Kyōsuke sighed deeply, as if mourning some profound regret.

The golden radiance of Susanoo flared even brighter, its third-stage form manifesting in full, exuding an overwhelming aura of might.

In one hand, it wielded the Yata Mirror, an impenetrable defense that could neutralize any attack.

In the other, the Kusanagi Blade, a weapon of absolute sharpness, poised to cut through anything in its path.

At this moment, Kyosuke had elevated his combat strength to the realm of a Mid-Tier Super-Kage.

This was the terrifying enhancement bestowed upon him by his newly acquired Advanced Sage Body.

Even without unleashing his full power, just this third-stage Susanoo alone already held seventy percent of his previous peak strength—before he had acquired this new transformation.

Every swing of the Kusanagi Blade tore through the air with devastating force, each strike carrying the power of mountains crumbling and the earth splitting apart.

Rocks flew. Trees collapsed.

Even with her Chakra Mode activated, Yayoi could do nothing but frantically evade in midair, struggling to find an opening for a proper counterattack.

Retaliate?

Against the Yata Mirror, her physical strikes were utterly meaningless.

With his Sharingan, any attempt to sneak behind him was doomed to fail.

Left with no alternative, Yayoi resorted to unleashing her most powerful techniques, hoping to force Kyōsuke into exhausting his Mangekyō abilities.

Yet, despite her efforts, the battle had already raged on for half an hour, neither side relenting.

The once-pristine Konoha Forest, repurposed as a training ground, had now been reduced to ruins, its trees felled and the earth scarred by the sheer destructive force of their clash.

"…That’s enough."

Tobirama shook his head, a trace of resignation in his gaze.

He had already known from the start—Yayoi was never going to be Kyōsuke’s match.

Sharing a glance with his brother, Hashirama immediately leapt into the battlefield, laughing heartily as he intervened.

With a convenient excuse to stop, neither Kyōsuke’s nor Yayoi had any intention of prolonging the battle.

Had they gone all out, who knew what unforeseen consequences might have occurred?

"Thank you for the lesson." Yayoi’s tone was indifferent, yet the underlying resentment in her heart was perfectly conveyed.

One had to admit—women were born actors. And the more beautiful a woman was, the better she was at deception.

Just look at Tobirama, who had followed behind her. Even he was struggling to suppress the amusement on his face.

"You truly deserve the title of God of Shinobi. No ordinary ninja could ever hope to match you."

Then, as if recalling something, Tobirama suddenly added—

"A while ago, someone came to me, insisting on challenging you no matter what. As it happens, he is here today—why not give him a little guidance?"

As soon as those words fell, a mysterious figure appeared in the arena.

The gathered spectators instinctively fixed their gazes on the newcomer, only to realize—they had never seen him before.

Who was he?

What gave him the audacity to challenge the God of Shinobi?

Had it not been for Tobirama’s presence, the crowd’s expressions would have been far less pleasant.

The newcomer was none other than the long-absent Sanfang.

"…Him?"

To be honest, Kyōsuke had almost forgotten this man existed.

In all his past visits to Yayoi, he had never once seen him present. He had assumed the man had simply slipped away in secret.

Yet who would have thought that today, he would stand before him, openly issuing a challenge?

Glancing at Yayoi, Kyōsuke noted her genuine surprise.

It seemed she had no prior knowledge of this challenge.

Which meant…

This was entirely Sanfang’s own decision.

Or perhaps… he had been pushed into it.

At this moment, what truly concerned Kyōsuke was whether Sanfang had revealed anything he shouldn’t have.

Of course, the cards in Kyōsuke’s hands were already enough to claim the position of Hokage whenever he desired.

However, without first pushing the Senju to a position of weakness, he would never make his move.

Konoha still needed the Senju’s strength to defend against external threats—but that didn’t mean they could be allowed to rise too high.

The art of using and suppressing them required a delicate balance, one that he was still in the process of achieving.

His goal was simple: to make the Senju into what the Uchiha had become in the original timeline.

A clan that seemed to hold influence, yet in truth, was completely excluded from the core of power.

When the time came, they could be used when necessary, discarded when no longer needed, and if they became a problem, the village’s strength could be turned against them with ease.

For that reason, Kyōsuke had no intention of revealing his relationship with Yayoi just yet.

Fortunately, upon careful observation, he noted that Tobirama showed no unusual reaction.

Which meant Sanfang hadn’t spoken out of turn.

That, however, led to another question—why was this man so willing to let himself be used as a pawn?

"I will defeat you."

"For Yayoi."

Sanfang declared his intentions before everyone, without the slightest hesitation.

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