Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 208: I, Kakuzu, Have Never Been Inferior to Anyone in My Life

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"Uchiha Kyōsuke, I shall claim your head as my own."

The arrogant declaration instantly left everyone present in stunned silence.

"What... what did he just say?" Someone turned to their companion, their voice filled with disbelief.

"I... I think he said that he was going to take Lord Kyōsuke's..." The other person's lips trembled, but he hesitated to finish the sentence. The words head felt too absurd to even speak aloud.

It was simply too outrageous.

This was the God of Ninja they were talking about—the man who single-handedly crushed the Senju Clan. And now, someone had the audacity to point a finger at him and proclaim that they would take his head?

Was there no limit to arrogance?

"Madman! Leave your life behind!"

Receiving their lord's silent approval, a high-ranking jōnin stepped forward. His scarlet Sharingan gleamed with three tomoe, spinning rapidly.

He was a veteran of Kyōsuke's forces, a battle-hardened warrior who had survived countless blood-soaked battlefields.

And it was precisely warriors like him who could never tolerate blasphemy against the deity in their hearts.

Some insignificant, nameless stray dared to dream of slaying a god? Laughable. He would sever this fool's head first.

But the enemy in question did not even spare him a glance.

"Are you afraid, Uchiha Kyōsuke?"

The man's deep green eyes, dark as the abyss, remained locked on the legendary God of Ninja, ignoring the shinobi charging at him. His gaze carried a chilling, demonic aura.

With the establishment of Konohagakure in the Land of Fire, its immense military potential sent ripples across the world, leaving countless ambitious individuals trembling.

In response, the great nations swiftly followed suit, giving rise to their own hidden villages. Like mushrooms sprouting after the rain, these villages emerged one after another, each seeking to consolidate power.

Among them was the village from which this man hailed—Takigakure, the Village Hidden in the Waterfall.

Not long after its founding, he had received a mission. A suicide mission, to be precise. He was ordered to assassinate the leader of the Senju Clan... alone.

In reality, Takigakure had already descended into internal power struggles. His so-called mission was nothing more than a thinly veiled death sentence.

But he was no fool. He barely exchanged a few symbolic blows with Senju Hashirama, hurling a handful of shuriken before making a swift retreat.

He thought he would be reprimanded at worst.

Instead, the moment he set foot back in Takigakure, he was seized and thrown into prison.

The charge? Treason against the village.

The punishment? Public execution.

It was only then that he realized the cruel truth.

Consumed by fury, he staged a daring escape, seizing Takigakure's most prized secret treasure in the process.

And with that treasure, he slaughtered every last one of Takigakure's high-ranking officials, tearing out their hearts.

That treasure was an exceedingly rare and terrifying ability—a forbidden technique known as Earth Grudge Fear (Jiongu).

Yes.

This man was none other than Takigakure's rogue ninja, the infamous North Star of the Akatsuki—Kakuzu.

With Earth Grudge Fear, he could manipulate black tendrils extending from his body, allowing him to rip out the hearts of others and integrate them into himself.

By continuously replacing his own heart, he had effectively gained the ability to prolong his life indefinitely.

He was feared as a man who could live as long as the sky and the land themselves

The moment Kyōsuke saw those black threads, that dark green gaze, and the masked face, he immediately recognized who he was dealing with.

He simply hadn't expected that Kakuzu would target him.

As the battle between Kakuzu and the jōnin erupted, Kyōsuke observed briefly, gauging the disparity in their strengths. Satisfied, he relaxed slightly and then, out of curiosity, asked,

"I'm allowed to ask, right? Why exactly do you want my head?"

Kakuzu's sharp green eyes flickered slightly.

Damn it.

This bastard was strong. Far too strong. Even against a mere subordinate, he had to be extremely cautious.

Yet despite the pressure he felt, Kakuzu maintained his outward composure, his voice steady and cold.

"I seek to reclaim my name," he declared.

"I, Kakuzu, have never been inferior to anyone in my life. That one time… I was forced to accept a half-defeat to Senju Hashirama."

His expression darkened, his voice thick with resentment.

"But I cannot find him. So instead, I shall use you as my stepping stone."

"If I defeat you, my name will resound through the generations. No one will ever again dare claim that I am weaker than Senju Hashirama."

As he spoke, a fierce, chilling flash of steel suddenly appeared before him. Before he could react, his left arm was severed—sliced cleanly from his body.

Seeing this, the veteran soldier let out a disdainful chuckle.

So this was all he had?

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And he had dared to proclaim he would challenge their lord?

Ridiculous.

Just as he was about to swing his blade down for the finishing blow, something completely unexpected happened.

The severed arm—an inert, lifeless thing just moments ago—suddenly sprang to life.

Like a serpent striking from the shadows, it lunged from behind, fingers locking tightly around the veteran's throat in a vice grip.

"Gah—!"

A strangled shriek of horror rang out.

From the sidelines, a young girl let out a panicked cry. It was the princess. Her small hands clutched nervously at the hem of her garment.

"Sensei! Save him!"

She was terrified, her wide eyes brimming with tears.

That uncle had once guided her in training. She had always been grateful for his teachings. Seeing him in mortal danger, struggling for breath, filled her with dread—she couldn't bear to watch him suffer.

But Kyōsuke remained utterly unmoved. Not the slightest sign of intervention crossed his face.

Seeing this, the princess grew even more anxious. She stomped her little feet in frustration, her lips trembling as if she were about to burst into tears.

"Relax."

A voice sounded beside her. It was Haruto, who waved a hand casually, his expression one of complete confidence.

"That uncle is really strong. That… monster doesn't stand a chance."

"...Really?"

Hearing her friend's reassurance, Eri finally let out a long breath, her panic subsiding somewhat.

Noticing that everyone's attention was focused on the battle, her bright eyes flickered with thought. Then, as if nothing had happened, she put on an innocent, frightened look again and quickly squeezed her way beside Haruto, clutching onto his sleeve.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Kakuzu instinctively assumed the stance of a victor.

But to his surprise, his opponent still wore that same familiar, mocking grin.

"Is that all?"

Before he could even respond, a violent surge of electricity exploded from the veteran shinobi's body.

The crackling current didn't just obliterate his severed arm—it condensed into a razor-sharp blade of lightning, piercing straight through his heart in a single, merciless strike.

Chidori Current and Chidori Sharp Spear—by now, nearly all the seasoned warriors in Kyōsuke's legion had mastered these two devastating lightning techniques.

According to Maya, some among them had even reached the point where they could unleash Kirin.

Lately, Kyōsuke had been considering selecting the most suitable candidates—those who had reached the level of jōnin and were over twenty years old—to undergo the initial implantation of Sage Body cells.

The enhancement of chakra and physical endurance was only the most basic benefit.

More importantly, according to Yayoi's tireless research, the cells of the Sage Body were found to significantly lower the difficulty of awakening the Mangekyō Sharingan.

If, under normal circumstances, the emotional stimulus required to awaken the Mangekyō was at a value of "ten," then after the implantation, that difficulty would plummet to around six.

And as the body gradually adapted over time, this threshold would continue to decline further.

It was impossible to guarantee a perfect success rate, but one thing was certain—the Uchiha would soon witness a new wave of Mangekyō users emerging within their ranks.

This was precisely why Kyōsuke had been investing so much effort into advancing scientific research.

No matter the world, technology was the foundation of true power. While it might not create invincible shinobis overnight, it could greatly enhance the overall strength of the shinobi world.

One day, when their technological advancements reached even greater heights, perhaps the entire Uchiha clan could undergo full-scale Sage Body cell augmentation.

At that time, the awakening of the Sharingan would become an ordinary occurrence.

The Mangekyō Sharingan would no longer be some distant, unattainable power.

And for the truly exceptional few… they might even surpass all expectations.

The Eternal Mangekyō… perhaps even the Rinnegan.

If such a day ever came, there would no longer be any need to passively await the arrival of the Ōtsutsuki.

The shinobi world would have the power to launch a counterattack—to lead an army straight to the enemy's doorstep and erase their very existence.

*BOOOOM!!!*

As these thoughts raced through his mind, the battle on the field suddenly shifted once more.

The veteran shinobi, having driven his lightning blade straight through his enemy's heart, momentarily let his guard down.

It was just a fleeting moment of carelessness.

But for someone like Kakuzu, that was all the opportunity he needed.

With a swift, brutal motion, he delivered a thunderous kick, sending the warrior flying backward.

Lightning Release: False Darkness!

The Lightning Mask of the Earth Grudge Fear technique appeared, its mouth opening wide.

A deadly, sharpened spear of lightning shot forth, cutting through the air at terrifying speed, aiming straight for the airborne ninja.

There was no room for evasion. No time to react.

At that moment—

A sigh echoed across the battlefield.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Kyōsuke appeared.

Effortlessly, he placed himself directly in the path of the incoming lightning spear.

He gazed at Kakuzu, his expression unreadable, before speaking in an almost indifferent tone.

"Since you're so persistent… I suppose I'll entertain you for a while."

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