Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 203 - : The Return of the Ino-Shika-Cho

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The following day, Kyōsuke personally led a team on a journey to meet with the daimyo and discuss matters of cooperation.

Since he was the one who had brought up the topic, it was only fitting that he see it through himself.

As for the newly established "Twelve Guardian Ninja," the first batch of members would be composed entirely of Uchiha.

On the surface, their duty was to protect the daimyo, but in reality, their true purpose was to prevent the Senju from secretly forging connections within the daimyo's court.

At this stage, Senju Tobirama had yet to realize the significance of the daimyo. However, once the village was on the right track, he would eventually understand that economic power was the foundation of everything.

When that time came, financial support from the daimyo's government would become indispensable. This was precisely why, in later generations, every Hokage candidate had to formally present themselves to the daimyo of the Land of Fire before taking office.

It was not that Konoha lacked strength, but rather that no one could afford to bite the hand that fed them. Once a village became reliant on external resources, certain obligations could not be ignored.

To ensure the Senju did not scheme in the shadows, Kyōsuke intended to bring the daimyo entirely under his control.

The elite guards were only part of the strategy—he also intended to infiltrate the daimyo's administration by placing his own people in key positions. This task would be handled by his top intelligence officer, the number-one secret ninja.

At present, however, the most urgent matter was money.

A colossal amount of funds was necessary to turn Kyōsuke's grand vision into reality.

If he sought to unify the shinobi world, sheer bloodshed alone would not suffice. True dominance was not achieved through force but through governance—by providing stability and prosperity for the people.

Since he had come to this world, he would not allow it to be destroyed.

The Ōtsutsuki were indeed the ultimate enemy, but no one could hope to challenge such an overwhelming force while the shinobi world remained divided.

It would be foolish to fight external threats while internal conflicts raged on unchecked.

Kyōsuke sighed and shook his head, deciding to put such concerns aside for now. He turned to glance at the carriage behind him, where his mischievous son was jumping around with boundless energy.

For this trip, he had deliberately brought his son along.

Konoha was on the verge of establishing its first-ever ninja academy. As the one who had proposed the idea, Kyosuke had to set an example—his own child would be among the first to enroll.

To ensure that his son would not become a target for bullying, Kyōsuke had decided to start training Haruto in the ways of the ninja.

If he did not start preparing him now, then his son's remarkable talent would be wasted.

"Enough jumping around—start your training."

"Ohhh!"

Upon hearing his father's command, Haruto immediately leapt onto an open patch of ground, drew a small short sword, and began practicing his taijutsu forms.

For a genin-level ninja, taijutsu was the foundation of everything. Even those born with exceptional bloodline abilities could not afford to neglect the basics. A physically well-trained opponent could easily overwhelm an inexperienced genius.

Hatake Kakashi was a prime example—armed with nothing but his father's White Fang short sword, he had carved a path all the way to the rank of jōnin.

And then he had remained stuck at the jōnin level for over a decade.

A once dazzling prodigy had gradually faded into mediocrity. Though his name remained well-known, he no longer possessed the overwhelming dominance he once had over his peers.

While part of the blame lay with the burden of his Sharingan, the absence of a true mentor had also played a significant role.

Had Sakumo Hatake survived, Kakashi's progress would have been far greater and far more rapid.

Kyōsuke would not allow his son to stagnate.

During Haruto's time at the academy, his primary focus would be on mastering the Uchiha-style kenjutsu.

Once his chakra reserves had grown and his Sharingan had awakened, he would shift his attention to ninjutsu mastery.

Kyōsuke had already tested his son's chakra affinity. The results had been astonishing.

Haruto had inherited his father's talent perfectly—he possessed an affinity for all seven chakra natures, giving him the potential to become a truly formidable shinobi.

Although his individual chakra affinities were only at an average level, he could still use ninjutsu from any element without difficulty.

This would save him an immense amount of time that would have otherwise been spent developing elemental chakra affinities.

Once he had trained sufficiently, Haruto could begin integrating nature transformations into his sword techniques.

At that point, his combat prowess would reach an entirely new level.

Kyōsuke refused to believe that his son could possibly lose to Hashirama's child.

The two of them had married at nearly the same time, and their children had been born in the same year. Once they entered the academy, they would naturally be classmates.

Since Kyōsuke himself could overpower Hashirama, it was only natural that his son would not fall behind either.

And if Haruto did lose... Kyōsuke would not hesitate to make his childhood a living nightmare.

"Raise your arm higher."

"Put more strength into your strikes. Did your mother not feed you before we left?"

"Five minutes have passed. If you're done resting, then get back to training."

"Is this all you've got? How do you expect to protect your little sister in the future?!"

All along the road to the daimyo's palace, Haruto's pitiful cries echoed through the air.

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At the borders of the Land of Fire, a small group of figures moved like shadows, slipping silently across the frontier.

"Whew—looks like we made it through without issue," murmured a man with a distinctive topknot hairstyle.

This was Nara Shun, the leader of the operation.

The once-proud Three Great Clans of the Secret Ninja Art—Nara, Akimichi, and Yamanaka—had suffered a crushing defeat in the war against the Uchiha. With no other choice, they had been forced into exile.

Now, in response to Senju Tobirama's invitation, they had returned to the Land of Fire, seeking a future within Konoha.

Gazing into the depths of the silent forest ahead, Nara Shun's expression was heavy. He silently prayed for a safe passage.

The road home would not be without danger—the clan leaders had long anticipated this.

It was clear that Tobirama had not extended the invitation purely out of goodwill. While strengthening Konoha was undoubtedly a factor, it was highly likely that he also intended to use them as a counterbalance against the Uchiha.

Even knowing they were being used as pawns, the Nara, Akimichi, and Yamanaka clans had no other choice.

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Life in exile had been just as harsh—if not worse—than what awaited them in Konoha.

Rather than struggle endlessly for survival, it was better to take their chances in the village.

After all, if there was one thing the Nara clan excelled at, it was strategy.

As long as they could play their cards right, they feared no opponent.

That was... if they could make it back alive.

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Time passed quickly. By noon, their group had ventured deep into the Land of Fire.

Just as Nara Shun was beginning to relax, a band of rogue ninjas suddenly appeared before them, blocking their path.

"Hand over your money and women, and we'll let you go," sneered one of the bandits.

A robbery?

Nara Shun frowned. Something felt off.

Their group was clearly dressed in clan uniforms—it was obvious at a glance that they belonged to a noble shinobi lineage.

Even rogue ninjas would hesitate to target such a group.

It was simply not worth the risk.

"Let's not be hasty. Perhaps we can talk this out," Nara Shun said, feigning submission while subtly signaling his clan members to prepare for battle.

In an instant, several dark shadows shot forward—silently entangling the enemy before they could react.

Ninja Art: Shadow Strangle Jutsu!

In mere moments, over twenty rogue ninjas lay dead—lifeless shadows of their former selves.

"Was I just overthinking it?" Nara Shun murmured, shaking his head. Something still didn't feel right.

Just as he turned to leave—

The ground beneath them suddenly collapsed.

A massive pit, several meters deep, had been waiting for them all along.

And inside—

Countless explosive tags.

Already ignited.

"It's a trap—!"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Flames and debris engulfed the air.

As the explosion consumed him, Nara Shun's final thought echoed in his mind:

"I was cautious every step of the way..."

"I even checked for traps before stopping."

"Where did that hole come from?!"

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