Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara

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"Was it you, who led Black Zetsu here?"

"Uh… actually…"

After a brief explanation, Kyōsuke understood the situation. As it turned out, that wily old bastard just wouldn't stay away and had come looking for him again.

Left with no choice, Fūma Yukishi had been forced to act as the messenger.

The purpose was simple—an invitation. The old bastard wanted to meet Kyōsuke, whether at the Fūma estate or even within the Uchiha clan's territory. He wasn't picky about the location.

Just what was this bastard scheming again?

But Kyōsuke, fearless as ever, didn't dwell on it for too long and agreed to the meeting without hesitation.

As for any potential ambush? Please. Even an assassination attempt on the moon hadn't been able to take him down—what did he have to fear now, standing in the heart of Konohagakure?

If anything, the one who should truly be worried was Black Zetsu.

Against the Kyōsuke of today, it didn't even have the luxury of resistance—whether it could even escape was the real question.

Before long, the two arrived at the Fūma clan's territory, where they were greeted by the Edo Tensei body under Black Zetsu's control.

"As expected, that old coin isn't careless." Kyōsuke wasn't particularly disappointed.

If it had been that easy to succeed, he wouldn't have been the one dealing with it in the first place.

"Kehehe—"

Black Zetsu, out of habit, attempted to let out a sinister chuckle the moment they met.

But before it could even make a sound, it remembered Kyōsuke's previous threats and forcibly swallowed the laughter back down.

It had come today seeking cooperation—offending him right from the start would not be wise.

Though, of course, it knew all too well that Kyōsuke already despised it to the core.

"I'll take my leave now."

Fūma Yukishi was smart enough to understand that this was beyond his reach.

With insufficient strength, knowing too much was often a death sentence.

Once he had withdrawn, Black Zetsu immediately spoke. "I won't waste time on pleasantries. You must have met my mother on the moon, correct?"

"No."

Kyōsuke denied it without hesitation.

"Don't lie to me." Black Zetsu's voice turned dark. "I examined the space-time barrier you set up. It bears traces of my mother's abilities."

"Kaguya may not have mastered ninjutsu, but her proficiency in space-time techniques is unparalleled. Without her guidance, you couldn't have made such a drastic breakthrough."

Kyōsuke scoffed. ". . .If you already knew, why bother asking? Are you dumb?"

Rolling his eyes, he countered with a question of his own. "I've always been curious—why didn't you go to the moon yourself and unseal Kaguya?"

"Heh. Do you really think Ōtsutsuki Hamura was an idiot?"

Black Zetsu's expression turned grave. "Let me remind you—the Six Paths brothers didn't just vanish so easily. If you dare tamper with the seal, you'll provoke an unimaginable catastrophe."

"Don't let your current dominance in the shinobi world fool you into arrogance. I'm telling you now—your strength is still worlds apart from those two."

I believe that.

Yet Kyōsuke remained utterly composed, as if the warning had no effect on him whatsoever.

Seeing this, Black Zetsu gritted its teeth and revealed a highly confidential piece of information. "I'll tell you this—Ninshū still exists. It was never truly dissolved, and its practitioners number far more than you think. Many of them possess extraordinary strength."

Ninshū?

For Kyōsuke, this was an unfamiliar term.

All he knew was that the Sage of Six Paths had established Ninshū, later passing it to his younger son, Asura, to manage.

Hadn't it already been disbanded? To think remnants of it still remained…

After a moment of thought, he asked, "And what are they preserving it for? To resurrect the Sage of Six Paths?"

. . .

Black Zetsu was momentarily taken aback.

Why did it feel like Kyōsuke was a little too calm?

Those in power never welcomed forces beyond their control.

No matter what Ninshū intended to do, it would inevitably affect Konohagakure.

Yet Kyōsuke wasn't concerned in the slightest.

Could it be that his mind was so deep and unreadable that even it, Black Zetsu, couldn't see through him?

". . .All I know is that the Sage of Six Paths will return one day."

"He has always been aware of his power's limits in comparison to Mother's. For the past thousand years, he has been searching for a way to surpass the shackles of life itself."

"I suspect that Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo has already found a solution."

And that so-called solution was to attain a level of strength comparable to the Divine Flame—without consuming a Chakra Fruit.

Only then would the Sage of Six Paths have the means to slay an Ōtsutsuki.

Kyōsuke understood this much.

A time would come when he would face opponents at the level of Divine Flame—how could Hagoromo not foresee the same?

As for the exact method he had found, it seemed Black Zetsu was unaware.

Kyōsuke had no interest in pressing further.

"You didn't come here just to ask me to fight the Sage of Six Paths, did you?"

He smirked. "Forget it. Your mother may still be charming, but I'm not ready to be your stepfather."

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His words dripped with unfiltered mockery.

To be honest, if it weren't for the Edo Tensei body, he would have already attacked this old bastard instead of indulging in conversation.

There was no need for unnecessary talk—whatever needed to be said could wait until he had subdued the other party.

As for talk of stepfathers and the like, such words were far from enough to provoke Black Zetsu.

If it couldn't even endure such minor jabs, it would hardly be worthy of its reputation as the mastermind who had manipulated the shinobi world for a thousand years.

After a long silence, Black Zetsu suddenly let out a sigh.

Then, at last, it revealed the true reason for its visit.

"Since you've met my mother, you must also know about Ōtsutsuki Isshiki."

"That bastard has found a suitable vessel. Soon, he will fully resurrect—and when that happens, my mother will face utter destruction."

Black Zetsu's voice grew solemn.

"Kyōsuke, I know this request is foolish, but I must ask you nonetheless…"

"Please, save my mother!"

The devoted son lowered his head, his demeanor filled with sincerity.

"I admit, I have plotted against you countless times."

"But I swear—from this moment forward, I will never harm you or your family. Even if my mother is resurrected in the future, I will protect your descendants."

Oh? Now that was clever—using his family to sway him?

Wasn't this just emotional manipulation?

Kyōsuke didn't respond immediately.

In truth, he was indeed wary of Black Zetsu making a move against his children.

That was precisely why he had repeatedly refused the two little ones' requests to travel outside and play.

Even with a space-time sensory device that allowed him to reach them in an instant, the risk was still too great.

If Black Zetsu truly kept its promise, this deal might actually be worthwhile.

Besides, Isshiki was bound to cause trouble for Konohagakure sooner or later.

Since he would have to deal with him anyway, Kyōsuke might as well join forces with Black Zetsu—for now.

There was no need for excessive bargaining, nor was it necessary to make things difficult. Both sides understood the gravity of the situation—anything else would be foolish.

"You know where he is?" Kyōsuke asked.

". . .Not only do I know," Black Zetsu sighed deeply, "but I've been moving against him for nearly a year now."

When it discovered that Isshiki had set his sights on Hyūga Yayoi, it immediately suspected that he had found the perfect reincarnation vessel.

For the sake of its mother's survival, it had abandoned its pursuit of the Uchiha and instead launched relentless attacks.

It didn't need to kill the monk, Jigen—eliminating the still-growing vessel would be enough to disrupt the reincarnation ritual.

But, to its dismay, the Edo Tensei army it had painstakingly gathered was utterly crushed.

Not a single opponent lasted more than two moves against the white-robed monk.

Even though Jigen could only wield one-third of his full power, he still possessed the combat prowess of a peak Super-Kage level fighter.

Without Sage-enhanced cells, the Edo Tensei corps simply weren't a match.

With no other choice, Black Zetsu had come seeking outside aid.

And that was what had led to this conversation today.

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