Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 211: Yayoi’s Challenge
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The next day, a torrent of news spread wildly, echoing through every corner of the Hidden Leaf Village.
In an effort to prove her own strength, the head of the Hyūga clan resolved to challenge Uchiha Kyōsuke.
Of course, this was only the official statement. Alongside it, another piece of rumor began circulating in secret.
It was rumored that the mysterious death of the Hyūga Tenjin had, in fact, been caused by none other than Uchiha Kyōsuke himself.
On the surface, the new head of the Hyūga seemed to be fighting for recognition, but in truth, she sought revenge for her fallen kin.
These tidings, however, had nothing to do with Yayoi. They had been deliberately arranged by Tobirama to generate a spectacle, employing a network of emissaries to spread the information.
The objective was simple: to force a confrontation between the Uchiha and Hyūga clans, thereby eradicating any possibility of their future cooperation.
After all, with the mediation of the Senju at hand, a life-and-death battle between the two factions was never truly in prospect.
As for that man who possessed strange, explosive jutsu...
To be honest, Tobirama didn't hold particularly high expectations for him. This was merely a convenient move—an incidental maneuver at best.
Even if he could not defeat that contemptible fellow, merely vexing him would serve a purpose.
In short, the aim was clear: one must never allow the Uchiha clan to live too comfortably.
Deep-seated hatred, nurtured by the father, the uncle, and their brethren, was not something that could ever be dissolved by a simple gesture of reconciliation.
"Fight, and fight as fiercely as you can."
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"Papa, wake up~"
Clad in an adorable frog-print pajama set, little Uchiha Nagisa had one important mission each morning—rousing her father from slumber.
With chubby hands placed firmly on his broad shoulder, she summoned all the strength a baby could muster and shook him with determined effort. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, her father's body remained as still as a statue, completely unresponsive to her tiny but insistent demands.
Nagisa's lips pursed in a pout, her large eyes filled with frustration. "What do I do now~?" she mumbled, her voice laced with innocent distress.
Fortunately, at that moment, a Messiah appeared.
"That won't work," a confident voice declared.
Haruto, Nagisa's ever-reliable older brother, had noticed his little sister's plight. In the blink of an eye, he materialized inside the bedroom, his presence practically radiating mischief.
Flashing a grin, he reached out and gently ruffled Nagisa's soft hair. Then, without hesitation, he crouched slightly, tensed his legs, and launched himself into the air—descending straight toward their unsuspecting father like a meteor poised for impact.
"This is how you wake him up—"
BAM!
CRASH!
Nagisa let out a startled cry as Haruto wobbled, struggling to push himself up from the floor.
Meanwhile, on the bed, Kyōsuke—who had apparently woken up at some unknown point—sat up, gazing down at his son with mild curiosity. His expression remained unreadable, but the faintest hint of amusement flickered in his eyes as he took in the sight of Haruto now sporting a conspicuous bump on his forehead.
Haruto clenched his teeth, his fists tightening at his sides. He was convinced—his father had been pretending to sleep the entire time! Silently, he measured the difference in strength between them, and after a brief moment of despair, he realized there was no way he could get back at him.
"Should I report this to Mother?" he wondered grimly.
…No. Considering the rather aggressive wake-up method he'd just attempted, if Mom found out, things could turn really bad for him.
With an indignant huff, he turned to Nagisa. "Nagisa, let's go." His voice was firm as he grasped his sister's small hand, already preparing to leave and wash up.
One day—one day, he vowed—he would surpass that infuriating father of his.
Behind him, Kyōsuke rose from the bed, a smirk playing on his lips as he savored the sight of his son's stubborn defiance.
From the very moment little Cotton-Pajama—as they affectionately called her—had entered the room, Kyōsuke had already woken up. Initially, he had planned to tease her for a bit, but then his troublemaker son had barged in and completely ruined the moment.
Wasn't this outright defiance against his old man?
Thus, an in-dream self-defense counterattack had naturally taken place.
"It seems I have mastered the fine art of fighting in my sleep," Kyōsuke mused, feeling as though he had glimpsed a sliver of the essence behind Mr. Takeda's legendary style.
After his morning routine—waking up, washing up, and partaking in breakfast—Kyōsuke took his usual seat at the dining table, where his family was already seated in neat rows, poised to enjoy the meal meticulously prepared by their beloved Maru-bun—his personal nickname for Mito.
Truth be told, Mito rarely cooked. As the princess of an entire nation, she had no qualms about enlisting the services of two nationally renowned chefs.
However, ever since yesterday, a new guest had joined their household. Seizing the opportunity to showcase her culinary skills, Mito had personally taken charge of breakfast preparation.
This guest, of course, was none other than Princess Anzai Eri, who had recently taken up residence in the Kyosuke household.
Since she was now officially his disciple, he couldn't very well leave the little princess to live alone.
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In the grand scheme of things, the situation posed no real risk. But for a five-year-old child, being left on her own would have been far too cruel.
Naruto and Sasuke had no choice when they were younger—that was a different matter altogether.
The family's dwelling was nothing short of vast, boasting two dedicated training fields, expansive mountains, flowing streams, and cherry blossoms that filled the sky in spring. The residence was so spacious that not only could their immediate family of five live comfortably, but many more could be accommodated without the slightest strain.
"Good morning, Sensei~," Eri greeted with a bright, sincere smile. Her voice, gentle yet earnest, carried the grace of a well-mannered child.
She was more than pleased with her father's arrangements. Not only was she here in Konoha to study, but she had also found warmth and comfort in her teacher's household—one that, despite its grandeur, exuded a rare sense of familial closeness.
Mito and Eri, both princesses in their own right, discovered many similarities between them. Maru-bun had taken quite a liking to the young girl, feeling a deep sympathy for a child so young yet already traveling across lands, far from home.
At times, the house had felt too spacious, a little too empty. Mito welcomed the presence of an extra little member, glad for the lively energy Eri brought.
"If you'd like, I could personally guide you in your sealing techniques," Mito offered as a promise.
With time to spare, Maru-bun decided this was the perfect opportunity to personally instruct the newest addition to their household.
After all, as members of the same family, there was no need for rigid distinctions—a disciple was to be cherished as one of their own.
"Let us dine," Kyōsuke announced as he took his seat, signaling the start of a spirited contest with the delicious fare before them.
During the meal, Mito, who was feeding her daughter, casually asked, "So, what do you think? Will you accept the challenge?"
While Kyōsuke had been getting ready earlier, one of his subordinates had reported the rumors spreading through the village.
From the very first time she had heard about Yayoi during their journey to the moon, Mito had known that her husband was setting a trap.
That was why, from the very beginning, she had never been the least bit concerned about this so-called challenge.
It was nothing more than a play—an unspoken performance between both sides.
To elevate the Hyūga's status, the Senju had continuously made compromises, yielding benefits not only to them but to the other clans as well.
All of it was for one purpose: to push Yayoi into a position of absolute power, so she could serve as a counterbalance to the two monstrous Uchiha gods.
Never had they considered the possibility of failure.
And because of that, they had failed to realize a simple truth—despite their nominal influence, their actual political power within Konoha had already waned far more than they cared to admit.
Wars were not fought solely with swords and jutsu.
Sometimes, battles waged in silence—without a single drop of blood—were far more terrifying, far more ruthless.
"Ah, you mean the Hyūga's challenge?"
Kyōsuke smiled faintly, his tone casual.
"Perfect. I've been wanting to see just how far her Tenseigan has evolved."
There was no excitement in his voice. No anticipation. Just an overwhelming, almost dismissive confidence—
As though, in his eyes, the fourth greatest powerhouse of Konoha was no different from his good-for-nothing son.
"...This guy."
Haruto clenched his spoon, a flicker of burning ambition flashing in his eyes.
This was his father—the strongest shinobi of the era.
The man he must surpass.
"Eri, do you want to go watch?" he asked suddenly.
"Of course!"
The little princess's eyes sparkled with anticipation.
The last time she had seen her teacher fight, he had been toying with his opponents.
But this time—this time, she would witness the true power of the strongest ninja in the world.
"I want to go too~!"
Nagisa raised her spoon high, expressing her strong desire to go with her brother.
Hearing this, Mito chuckled softly, reaching out to wipe a stray grain of rice from her daughter's cheek.
"Alright," she said warmly. "Then let's all go together and cheer for him."
"Dad, don't you dare lose!"
"Hahaha! If she wants to beat me, she'll need at least another thirty years of training!"
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