Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara

Chapter 271 - 271: Eighteen Years Have Made Me a Better Man

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"You're not going to kill me?"

"So you're saying that if you wanted to, you could take me out at any time?!"

"You bastard! Who do you think I am?!"

The suspended red fish basket flipped over abruptly, unleashing a scorching torrent from within in the blink of an eye.

At such an extremely close range, no one could possibly avoid Urashiki's sudden assault.

Then again, perhaps... there was no need to evade it at all.

As the searing flames surged toward him, Kyōsuke's instinctive reaction was to absorb the attack. Yet the moment the flames made contact, his entire arm was instantly incinerated by the intense heat.

His expression darkened. The Rinnegan's ocular technique was swiftly activated, and Kyōsuke leapt across time to a point before the damage had occurred, restoring his incinerated arm to its original state.

"An attack that can't be absorbed?" he muttered, recalling the time he had been mercilessly hammered the Daytime Tiger technique. That idiot had tried to absorb the blow as well.

Who would have thought the day would come when he, too, would fall prey to such a miscalculation?

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced through his eyes, and Kyōsuke instinctively furrowed his brows. It was a sensation he recognized all too well—a familiar warning that signaled the toll of overusing his ocular powers.

Whether it be the Eternal Mangekyō or the Rinnegan, neither granted infinite power. Though they offered far greater endurance and a higher threshold than ordinary eyes, their power was not infinite. Once depleted, their energy still required time to recover.

Jumping back and forth through the timeline consumed far more chakra and energy than Sasuke's Amenotejikara or Madara's Limbo. The cost was immense.

In his current condition, Kyōsuke estimated that he could use the technique no more than three times during this battle. Any more, and the Rinnegan would forcibly shut down.

"Hahahahaha! Now you see how powerful I truly am, don't you?" Urashiki's arrogance showed in the smug grin plastered across his face.

Clearly, this opponent lacked a true understanding of the Ōtsutsuki clan. Most likely, he was a descendant of that bitch, Kaguya.

Much like that other man who had once guarded the seal.

The "Karma" of the Ōtsutsuki, and most of their ocular jutsus, were designed to respond primarily to changes in chakra nature.

In other words, naturally occurring fire, such as the one Urashiki wielded, could not be absorbed by the Ōtsutsuki unless their ability specifically revolved around restriction-based powers.

His red fish basket and hook were not of divine origin but rather high-level products of some advanced technological civilization. Even beings as cold and indifferent as the Ōtsutsuki weren't without their loyal servant races that catered to their needs.

Otherwise, how else could the world have witnessed the emergence of foreign phenomena such as Karma seals or Divine Trees?

By chance, Urashiki had once visited a small planet that burned endlessly, and from that desolate world, he obtained a sufficient quantity of naturally generated flames.

These flames were useless against most ordinary foes. But for tricking ignorant and inexperienced enemies like Kyōsuke, they were more than effective.

Kyōsuke suddenly shook his head and sighed, his gaze filled with reluctant regret.

"I actually found you quite interesting at first. I even considered recruiting you to join me in taking on the Ōtsutsuki's Law Enforcer Corps."

"So why must you insist on seeking death?"

His eyes remained fixed on the red-glowing fish basket, a curious glint in his gaze. He was already wondering whether Yayoi could replicate such a device.

But she was primarily versed in biology. Even with a full grasp of scientific ninja tools, her knowledge might stretch into theoretical energy physics at best.

What academic field would this fish basket fall under, anyway?

It didn't matter. Either way, Yayoi couldn't possibly be an expert in it, which meant that acquiring the relevant re

Even now, that enmity lingered beneath the surface. Many from both sides still harbored resentment toward one another. It was merely that the times no longer allowed such hatred to be openly displayed.

After all, how could wounds be so easily healed when the kunai still bore the blood of the fallen kin?

The fact that hostilities had been reduced to mere silence was, in itself, already a rare and valuable peace. Even the Senju could not have imagined that one of the Uchiha's own would one day willingly come over to their side.

The circumstances might look similar on the surface, but the truth was different. Shisui and Itachi had merely committed themselves to the village. Kagami, on the other hand, had cast his lot with the enemy.

He might as well rename himself Uchiha Griffith tomorrow.

And what was even more absurd was that this man had somehow managed to cozy up to the ranks of Ninshū.

Apparently, maintaining peace in Konoha was no longer enough to satisfy Kagami's saintly heart. His ambition had grown. Now, he wished to save the entire shinobi world and become a savior sung by all.

Such grandeur of vision. Truly.

Most people could only dream or brag idly about such things. But Kagami did not merely talk. He acted. He moved with conviction.

Why had Ninshū remained quiet for so long?

The answer was simple. Konoha's technological advancement had placed it generations ahead of its rivals. If anyone dared to act with force, the result would be mutual destruction.

But if someone could secretly steal Konoha's core research and technology—what then?

It would mean the end of Konoha's dominance. The balance would shatter.

According to Yayoi, Kagami had entered a relationship with a researcher from the science division. He had built ties with several key scientific personnel. If they had not become aware of it in time, he might very well have succeeded in his plan.

"It's alright," Kyōsuke said at last, flashing a smile as bright and warm as the sun. "Whatever it is he wants to do, don't stop him."

"The actions of a disciple… must ultimately be accounted for by the master. And isn't Tobirama still his teacher, after all?"

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