Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara Chapter 123 123: I Will Remember This Night Forever
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Amid the heavy snowfall, Kyosuke carried a jug of wine and slipped into the tent.
As the curtain was lifted, a gust of fierce wind swept into the tent, causing the oil lamp to flicker. Beneath its wavering light, Madara's face looked noticeably tired.
"Oh, working even on New Year's Eve, are we? Our esteed clan leader." Kyosuke teased as he stepped in.
Hearing the jest, Madara responded with a helpless smile and stretched lazily, his fatigue evident.
In the blink of an eye, three months had passed since he beca the new leader of the Uchiha clan.
Thanks to the concerted efforts of various supporters, Madara's ascension to power had been relatively smooth.
Even Uchiha Koji expressed his support for him, leaving others with little reason to object.
The only unpredictable factor was Uchiha Rei of the Southern Army.
Fortunately, Kyosuke personally wrote a letter to him, that managed to persuade the venerable elder.
As for the contents of the letter, only Kyosuke himself knew.
Madara, for his part, was sowhat curious but refrained from investigating further out of trust in his friend.
Right now, their primary focus was to defeat the invaders.
In three months, the Uchiha clan had finally managed to halt their deterioration.
Even though the enemy's puppet army still surged relentlessly, it could do little against the might of three Mangekyō Sharingan wielders.
Taking the wine flask Kyosuke handed him, Madara tilted his head back and drank deeply, the weariness on his face easing sowhat.
In terms of age, he had taken up the mantle of clan leader six or seven years earlier than expected.
The burden was undoubtedly heavy, but Kyosuke's support lightened it sowhat.
"Help out, will you?" Madara suddenly chuckled and said, "How about I make you the youngest elder in Uchiha history?"
"Sure," Kyosuke replied nonchalantly with a nod.
But, before Madara could rejoice, Kyosuke doused his excitent with a cold dose of reality: "But don't expect to handle any of the administrative work. I'm not doing it."
"Then what do you even spend your days doing?"
"Training, of course, my friend."
Such a reasonable excuse left Madara with nothing to refute.
He couldn't possibly ask soone to abandon their training, could he? After all, these were the responsibilities of a clan leader.
"Madara," Kyosuke said after so thought, deciding to offer a piece of advice. "I'm sure you've read about the drawbacks of the Mangekyō."
"The ninja world is vast, and there are countless hidden masters. Our current strength is far from invincible."
"I understand," Madara nodded. How much he truly took to heart, however, was another matter.
Having just taken on the leadership, he didn't have a dependable team to delegate tasks to.
Once everything settled into place in the future, he believed things wouldn't be as hectic as they were now.
"Co, let's relax a bit tonight. I'll call over Izuna and Hashirama. Let's have a little gathering."
"Fine."
Now that Madara was the clan leader, he didn't need to concern himself too much with public perception.
Facing Hashirama's relentless persuasion, he once again rekindled his dream of building a peaceful village.
Kyosuke, however, remained skeptical as ever. He'd always said the sa thing: "If you want to talk about peace, wait until you beco the leader of the Senju clan."
Every ti this topic ca up, it was t with Hashirama's helpless smile.
As for the actions of his two sons, Senju Butsuma was practically at his wit's end.
If not for Tajima's death, which inadvertently cald his temper, there was a real chance Hashirama might have been expelled from the Senju clan.
Kyosuke could only offer a mont of silence for his friend's painful experience. At most, he would wait until he had the ti and find a way to get rid of his troubleso father.
Once Hashirama beca the clan leader, there would no longer be any obstacles between him and Madara.
At that point, they could do whatever they wanted without restriction.
"I truly am a considerate and understanding friend," Kyosuke mused.
Boom, boom, boom!
Fire Style erupted in the sky, a display Kyosuke had specifically instructed his subordinates to arrange.
After all, it was the New Year—what kind of celebration would it be without fireworks?
Perhaps because the year was coming to an end, the enemy's offensive had slowed significantly.
After a year of grueling battles, they had finally earned a brief respite.
When the fighting resud, who knew how many would fall on the icy battlefield?
"12 years old now," Kyosuke thought, his mind drifting. For a mont, he almost seed to see the prosperous future of Konoha.
To be honest, he was truly tired.
Endlessly killing and fighting—whether it was the Uchiha's aggressive nature or the environnt itself, anyone in such a situation for a long ti would undoubtedly see a shift in their character.
Fortunately, this war was finally coming to an end.
Other clans gradually realized that sothing was wrong and began secretly offering help to the Uchiha.
For example, they cut off the enemy's supply of corpses, and without that, the Tsukigakure Clan was no longer the invincible force it had once seed.
Moreover, it seed that Black Zetsu did not want the Uchiha clan to be wiped out.
Without the help of that old coin, how could Otsutsuki Sugito, that fool, ever stand a chance against the battle-hardened Uchiha?
"Within six months, this war will end." Madara raised his cup.
To his right, Kyosuke looked at everyone with a smile and raised his cup in turn.
On his left, Izuna mimicked the gesture, though his gaze was more focused on Tobirama, as if secretly competing with him.
"That's right, let's end this damn war," Hashirama said with a hearty laugh, clearly in a good mood.
The five people present could be said to represent the future peak of combat strength in the ninja world.
What the future held was uncertain, but at least for now, everyone was working toward the sa goal.
"Haha, cheers!"
That night, all five drank to excess. Perhaps they themselves weren't sure if they would ever have the chance to share a drink like this again in the future.
"No matter what happens in the future..."
"I... I will definitely rember tonight."
"Having fun with my friends... it was truly a good ti."
Hashirama, clutching the bottle, fell into a drowsy sleep, his thoughts muddled.
"Yes," Kyosuke murmured, closing his eyes with a smile. "It was indeed a good ti."
After the New Year, the Tsukigakure Clan quickly launched another attack.
Unfortunately, after losing their supply of soldiers, they began to feel the strain.
Not only were they unable to break through the Uchiha's blockade, but at this point, simply managing to avoid a counterattack was a success.
After spending a month to recover their advantage, the Uchiha clan began planning a full-scale assault on the enemy.
It was then that sothing completely unexpected occurred.
The Fūma Clan, who had defected, suddenly turned their weapons against the Tsukigakure Clan.
"These bastards!" Otsutsuki Sugito roared in fury. The one thing he hated the most was betrayal.
Of course, he had never intended to keep his promises.
Once the Uchiha and Senju clans were destroyed, the Fūma Clan could forget about escaping.
With no corpses to build an army and no supplies to sustain them, the Tsukigakure Clan had reached the end of the line.
Seeing this, Otsutsuki Sugito finally stopped hesitating. He decided to go to the battlefield himself, using his own power to carve a path for his clan.
His eyes shone with brilliant blue light, the power of his Tenseigan nearing full activation, which ant he would soon be able to use even more of his strength.
However, it seed that he might not have ti to use it on the battlefield.
"It's alright. With the power I have now, no one in the ninja world can stop ."
"I am already invincible!"
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