Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 238: The Bonds of the Squad

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The battle had ended.

Holding his face, Kurama Jun sat on the ground in a daze, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

He couldn't understand—what kind of power was capable of striking him even when all five of his senses had been stripped away?

"Perception."

Kyōsuke raised his palm and attempted to manipulate natural energy.

With a muffled Boom, the ground exploded into a small crater. The force wasn't particularly strong, but it was more than enough to deal with Kurama Jun.

"A ninja's perception does not rely solely on their eyes and ears."

Both the Senju and Uzumaki clans were widely known for their exceptional sensory abilities. The stronger a ninja became, the more precise their perception, to the point where chakra itself could be considered a ninja's "sixth sense."

A genjutsu that sealed off all five senses was indeed formidable, but it was far from being an invincible force.

"Are you unconvinced?"

Noticing the tension on the boy's face, Kyōsuke shook his head with a faint smile.

If he didn't completely crush their defiance today, managing them in the future would only become more troublesome.

Releasing his control over natural energy, Kyōsuke spread his hands open and said in a calm voice, "Go ahead, try using your genjutsu again."

"...Alright."

Kurama Jun didn't argue further. Instead, he drew his long sword and slashed it fiercely through the air.

Even an ordinary person wielding a staff could generate a noticeable whooshing sound, let alone a powerful ninja.

With his blade as a brush and the air as his canvas, he painted a world of eternal night.

Darkness descended once more.

This time, Kyōsuke did not use natural energy. Instead, he simply activated his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.

In an instant, a crimson radiance burst forth.

It was as if a blood-red moon had risen in the sky, its ominous glow gradually dispelling the surrounding darkness.

"...Ugh!"

The genjutsu world shattered.

Kurama Jun clutched his head, enduring the searing pain that felt as if his very mind was being torn apart.

Only when his teacher cast a minor suggestion-type genjutsu upon him did the agony finally subside.

"Impossible… How could my genjutsu world be broken from the inside...?"

He could hardly believe it.

The Kurama clan had a long and storied history, yet never before had there been a record of someone shattering a genjutsu world from within.

Theoretically, it was possible—but that would require an overwhelming, near-unimaginable amount of spiritual energy.

"So this… is the power of the God of Shinobi…"

At last, understanding dawned upon Kurama Jun.

Seeing that he had finally come to his senses, Kyōsuke explained,

"In the lower and mid-tiers of ninja strength, genjutsu possesses an overwhelming advantage. If an opponent falls under its influence, the battle is often decided then and there."

"But once one reaches the super-Kage level, genjutsu becomes far less effective."

"Your ability is indeed formidable—but remember this well: never become overly reliant on your so-called 'genjutsu world.'"

"It may allow you to win ninety-nine battles with ease—but the one time it fails could very well cost you your life."

Kyōsuke's words were no exaggeration.

Even without using the power of his Sharingan, he could shatter Jun's genjutsu world in an instant simply by unleashing his full chakra.

If his disciple wished to trap him within genjutsu, his chakra reserves would have to be at least at the high-tier super-Kage level—if not greater.

"...I understand now. Thank you, Sensei."

Kurama Jun nodded, realizing for the first time just how vast the world of shinobi truly was.

Even with an ability that could strip someone of all five senses, he had still encountered an opponent against whom he had no means of resistance.

In truth, the Kurama clan's bloodline limit was not as fragile as one might assume.

Against weaker opponents, Kurama Jun wielded an almost inescapable, devastating power.

Once trapped in his genjutsu world, very few could break free.

And while chakra perception provided some defense, it wasn't always enough to guarantee a counterattack.

However, Kyōsuke had deliberately framed his words differently—he did not want his disciple to develop arrogance.

As he had warned, if Jun ever encountered someone capable of countering his genjutsu, the risk of death would skyrocket instantly.

Therefore, he had to train diligently every day.

He couldn't afford to become like the Yamanaka or Nara clans—shinobi who, once deprived of their secret techniques, were reduced to burdens on the battlefield.

The first bell-stealing test had ended in an unquestionable, crushing defeat for the three young genin.

But rather than wallowing in disappointment, they chose to reflect upon their failure.

Determined to improve, they devised a new strategy—

Haruto would take the offensive.

Jun would support with manifested illusions.

And Eri would seize the opportunity to snatch the bell.

The second attempt went noticeably better than the first.

With Kurama Jun's assistance, there were even a few moments when Haruto and Eri nearly managed to touch the silver bell.

Yet despite their progress—

"Not enough effort."

"Your skills are still weak."

"Just give up already."

"Did the Academy seriously offer a course on freeloading?!"

In this battle, the three young genin not only witnessed their teacher's overwhelming strength firsthand but also came to understand the power of well-timed verbal taunts during combat.

The third attempt… Defeat in two minutes and thirty seconds.

The fourth attempt… Defeat in two minutes and forty seconds.

When the midday break arrived, the team members temporarily halted their challenge. Taking advantage of the time to eat and rest, they huddled together, discussing strategies to counter their teacher.

Before long, the fifth challenge began.

With improved tactical execution, they managed to extend the battle to five minutes and thirty-five seconds before suffering another close defeat.

"Don't get discouraged—we're getting closer to victory."

"That's right! Let's keep going, everyone!"

"Yeah!"

Through these grueling battles, a special bond—one forged through shared struggle and hardship—began to grow between the three young shinobi.

Seeing this, Kyōsuke allowed himself a small smile.

It was time to ease up on them.

Finally, in their eighth attempt, with Kurama Jun's genjutsu manifestations creating a perfect diversion, Eri's arm successfully snatched the silver bell from their teacher's waist.

"Yes! We did it~~~!"

"Hahaha! Stubborn old man, now do you see how awesome we are?"

"This is amazing!"

As the three teammates embraced in celebration, Kyōsuke chuckled and offered his congratulations.

"Well done. You have officially earned the right to participate in field missions."

"However, I must remind you—wearing a Leaf forehead protector is not something to take lightly. Even as a genin, you must possess the strength to stand on your own."

"And one more thing… remember this well."

"As my disciples, you must always be ahead of all your peers. That is my personal expectation of you."

Hearing this, the three young shinobi—exhausted yet exhilarated—forced themselves up from the ground. They exchanged glances, and in that moment, their eyes shone with unwavering resolve.

"Good."

"To celebrate the formation of our team, dinner is on me tonight. You can choose the place you like."

"Yay~~!"

In the days that followed, Kyōsuke's shadow clones took charge of leading the young shinobi on missions from morning till night.

They helped an elderly woman retrieve her runaway cat.

They tracked down wild animals that had wreaked havoc on farmland.

They assisted an elderly widower in searching for his long-lost companion.

They even provided "company" to a certain charming widow whose beauty was well-known across the village… and so on.

Before they knew it, two months had passed.

And by this point, patience was wearing thin.

"Dammit, old man! How much longer are we going to keep wasting time with this nonsense?!"

Haruto, unable to hold back any longer, finally snapped.

Day after day, it had been nothing but trivial, mundane chores. Not just for him—Eri and Jun were at their limits too.

Honestly, the only thing keeping them sane was the fact that they still had time to train every day. If not for that, they might have lost their minds long ago.

"You want a real challenge?"

Sitting in the Hokage's office, Kyōsuke reached into his drawer, pulled out a mission scroll, and placed it in front of them.

"How about an S-Rank mission? Is that exciting enough for you?"

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