Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 214: Admiration... The Emotion Furthest from Understanding
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Opening the Eight Gates to the seventh, the Gate of Wonder, caused an explosive surge of chakra, granting power that surpassed even Kage-level combatants.
Any kind of Kage-level opponent.
Regardless of whether they possessed extraordinary taijutsu or wielded some fearsome secret technique—would be defeated in the face of overwhelming speed and strength that defied common sense.
This was the true terror of the Eight Gates Released Formation—a technique that granted its wielder the power to surpass their natural limits, to challenge, and even triumph over those who would otherwise remain untouchable.
A decade at the shortest, two or three at the longest—countless days and nights of relentless training, each drop of sweat accumulating over time, all for the sake of a single moment of dazzling brilliance.
Kyōsuke deeply respected those who walked this arduous path. He, too, had trained in the Eight Gates and knew firsthand the trials one had to endure.
Of course, he had taken a different approach—one that relied on Shadow Clones to complete his training.
By continuously pushing the Eight Gates to their limits—forcing his clones to the brink of death over and over—he accumulated an immense wealth of experience, refining his mastery of the technique through an uncountable number of failures.
Any other person would have long since succumbed—either their spirit crushed or their body left in ruins. But for Kyōsuke, no matter how grave the injury, a single night's rest was all it took to recover.
That was the sheer dominance of the Advanced Sage Body.
Sanfang is indeed strong. With the power of the Gate of Wonder unleashed, there were very few in the shinobi world who could defeat him.
Based on Kyōsuke's estimation, even if Yayoi were to go all out, the best she could achieve would be a fifty-fifty chance against him.
If she could endure until the Eight Gates' effects wore off, then victory would be hers. If not, she would be utterly crushed.
But unfortunately for Sanfang, even the strength granted by the Gate of Wonder was still far from enough to match Kyōsuke.
"Come, show me the power of the Eight Gates." Kyōsuke beckoned, his Mangekyō Sharingan locking onto his opponent's every movement.
Even when Might Guy had opened the Seventh Gate, he had barely been able to graze even Madara in his Six Paths state. The difference in their speed and reaction time was simply too vast.
Kyōsuke wasn't as strong as Madara in his Six Paths form. But at the same time, Sanfang was nowhere near Might Guy's level.
If they were fighting in their base states, determining victory would not be so simple.
"Take this!" Sanfang roared, as a brilliant blue stream erupted from his body.
In an instant, he vanished from sight. Only when his fist collided with Kyōsuke's did the ground beneath them begin to rupture and collapse, unable to withstand the force.
*BOOOOM!!!*
The two clashed directly, without any unnecessary flourishes. The shockwave from their impact blasted outward like a raging typhoon.
In Sanfang's mind, the moment he opened the seventh gate, he was invincible. Every time he used this immense power, he couldn't help but revel in its intoxicating strength.
But today, for the first time, he realized—perhaps he had been a frog at the bottom of a well, blind to the vastness of the world above.
From sheer physical strength alone, his opponent was in no way inferior to him.
No… the gap was even wider than he had first thought. His own power was amplified by immense speed, yet the man before him had not moved an inch.
In a pure contest of raw strength—he had been the one to lose.
"Not bad." Kyōsuke nodded to himself, silently assessing his opponent's might.
A shinobi who could wield the power of the Seventh Gate was roughly on par with a mid-tier Super Kage.
"As a reward for your performance, allow me to show you something interesting today."
Still holding off Sanfang's attack with one hand, Kyōsuke's free hand moved in a blur, rapidly forming a seal.
With a single upward gesture, dazzling white beams of energy erupted around him.
Storm Release: Laser Circus!
Seeing his opponent cast a jutsu with one hand, Sanfang instinctively dodged to the side, narrowly evading the laser.
Yet, what he hadn't anticipated was that the beam—meant to be a straight-line attack—suddenly curved in midair, altering its trajectory and striking from a blind spot beyond his field of vision.
Had he not been in his Seventh Gate state, with his reflexes heightened to an extraordinary degree, that single strike would have taken his life on the spot.
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Gritting his teeth, Sanfang glanced at the deep, penetrating wound on his left shoulder. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his voice low and strained as he asked, "What… what kind of jutsu is this?"
"Storm Release. Never seen it before, have you?" Kyōsuke replied with a smirk.
Storm Release—a fusion of Lightning and Water chakra, forming a unique Kekkei Genkai.
To successfully merge these two chakra natures within the body, both elements needed to reach level seven or higher. Fortunately, this was a requirement Kyōsuke had long since surpassed.
Though he carried himself with ease, the truth was that every moment of every day, thousands of his shadow clones were tirelessly training within his clan's compound.
Some might call it a shortcut—but in terms of sheer dedication and effort, no one in the entire shinobi world could match him.
Under the relentless training of countless clones, he had successfully developed Storm Release.
It combined the raw, destructive power of lasers with the fluid maneuverability of water.
The result was an ability of unparalleled potency—a true fusion of Lightning and Water, bringing out the strengths of both.
And this was merely Kyōsuke's second bloodline limit.
In the future, there would be a third, a fourth… until the day he could create nine powerful Truth-Seeking Orbs of his own.
When that time came, no one would be able to match him in the field of ninjutsu. No one.
What was the value of the Eight Gates' power boost? Without a proper understanding of his techniques, Sanfang had nearly been killed in a single strike.
Though his opponent had barely escaped death, his left arm was now utterly crippled. No matter how one looked at it, his combat strength had been severely diminished.
This was the supremacy of those who wielded Kekkei Genkai.
As long as he was given enough time, what couldn't he accomplish? Boil Release, Lava Release, Ice Release, Explosion Release, Scorch Release, Crystal Release…
Even Hashirama's Wood Release—if he so desired, he could perfectly replicate it.
Unfortunately, he did not possess Asura's chakra. While he could wield Wood Release, he likely wouldn't be able to summon the colossal Buddha on the same level as Hashirama.
It was a pity, to say the least.
CLAP!
Kyōsuke pressed his hands together. An immense surge of natural energy rushed toward him, and in the span of a single second, he entered Sage Mode.
His physical capabilities surged, reaching the absolute peak of the mid-tier Super Kage level.
Now, the difference between him and his opponent was overwhelming.
Before the man could react, Kyōsuke vanished from sight, appearing directly before him.
With his fingers forming a rapid sequence of seals, he opened his mouth—
—and unleashed a highly concentrated beam of violet energy.
Sage Art: Storm Release Light Fang!
The attack moved with such unbelievable speed that his opponent had no chance to dodge.
In the end, the gap between their strengths was simply too vast.
This technique was powerful enough to sever Naruto's Truth-Seeking Orbs imbued with Yang chakra. There was hardly anything in existence capable of withstanding it.
A mere mortal body of flesh and blood? Naturally, it stood no chance.
"AAAHHHH!!"
A pained scream tore through the battlefield.
Sanfang's right arm was instantly severed, dropping to the ground with a dull thud.
The extreme heat from the laser had partially cauterized the wound, leaving the flesh charred black.
Yet despite the pain, the man's resolve did not waver.
"You bastard…! I won't lose to you!!!"
With what little strength remained in his battered body, he desperately lifted his injured left arm.
Curling his fingers, he prepared to drive them straight into his own heart.
He was ready to gamble everything.
But at that very moment—
Yayoi appeared behind him.
Raising her hand, she struck a precise chop to the back of his neck.
"Yayoi…"
Already teetering on the brink of collapse, Sanfang lost the last of his strength.
Just before darkness claimed him, a glimmer of joy flickered in his eyes.
"You… still care about me, after all…"
He still has his uses.
That was what Yayoi conveyed with her lips, and Kyōsuke had no objections.
The poor fool… Even if he survived and recovered, he would ultimately become nothing more than a tool in Yayoi's hands—a pawn to be used at her convenience.
From the very first time they met, Kyōsuke had already seen through her nature. Hyūga Yayoi was someone who excelled at manipulating emotions.
Her cunning and ability were so extraordinary that even after personally eliminating the heir of the Hyūga main family, Hyūga Tenjin remained entirely unaware.
That man had no idea that the disciple he trusted the most, the one he had nurtured by his side, was harboring ambitions to replace him at every moment.
Did he truly believe love would sway someone like her?
In the end, that man would come to understand—
Dying here today, in the depths of Konoha's forest, might have been the best outcome he could have hoped for.
"Admiration… is the emotion furthest from understanding."
"Yet, far too many people fail to realize this."
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