Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara Chapter 141 141: I’ve Come to Marry You, Mito (Part-2)

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"You are Izuna. You've grown so much."

"Where is this? Why am I standing alongside the Senju?!"

The reappearance of deceased clansn instantly threw the scene into chaos.

"So, it's been created this early, huh?" Kyosuke fell silent, quietly observing the scene before him.

In every sense, the Impure World Reincarnation was a forbidden jutsu that violated human ethics.

If today's events were to spread, the reputation of the Senju would surely take another severe blow.

The once-mighty Senju Clan had fallen so far that they were now despised by nearly everyone.

Tobirama and his father could be credited as the chief architects of this downfall.

"You... You dare desecrate the dead!" Izuna roared in fury.

Driven by his rage, his Susanoo entered its second stage in an instant.

The Kagutsuchi fla arrow transford into a blazing missile that shot straight toward Tobirama.

"DIE!"

However, no matter how reluctant the Impure World Reincarnation bodies might be, they were still bound to obey the commands of their summoner.

For example, sacrificing themselves to shield Tobirama from a lethal attack.

With a loud explosion, three Edo Tensei bodies were instantly reduced to dust, their mission accomplished.

The remaining few, shouting curses at the Senju for their treachery, charged forward in an attempt to destroy the bodies of their own clansn.

"Izuna, use sealing techniques," Kyosuke instructed calmly.

Hearing this, Izuna's Susanoo swung its sword in a wide arc, instantly slicing several charging Edo Tensei veterans in half.

Dark sealing patterns spread rapidly as Izuna successfully sealed them away.

"Tch, it's still not working, huh?" Tobirama shook his head in disappointnt.

Unable to approach his opponents, his Mutual Multiplying Explosive Tags technique was rendered unusable.

The Edo Tensei, once a technique he had high hopes for, seed far from eting his expectations.

"In that case..."

Water Release: Water Severing Wave!

Tobirama clasped his hands together, releasing a high-pressure water stream from his mouth with incredible speed.

The powerful cutting force of the attack even caused cracks to appear in Izuna's second-stage Susanoo.

"Asshole! Don't think I'm afraid of you!" Ignoring the tearing strain on his Susanoo, Izuna's eyes glinted with determination as another flaming arrow shot forth.

The two, now blinded by rage, seed poised to destroy each other.

At this critical mont, Kyosuke and Hashirama stepped into the fray simultaneously.

The forr used an Earth Spear technique, hardening his arm to directly intercept and stop the Water Severing Wave's violent current.

The latter summoned the Rashomon Gate, effortlessly blocking the flaming arrow.

"In the end, it's always you who has to step in," Izuna muttered, shaking his head. Then, in a low voice, he added, "When we get back, make sure to teach that hardening jutsu."

"No problem," Kyosuke replied with a smile, gesturing for everyone to retreat.

If a battle with Hashirama were to break out, he wasn't confident he could protect everyone present.

On the other hand, the Senju clan mbers were also silently retreating.

They were all too aware of Hashirama's strength. If these two were to fight, the surrounding area for several kiloters would beco a danger zone.

In the worst-case scenario, the entire Uzushio Hidden Village could be completely destroyed, reduced to nothing but rubble.

"I won't let anyone harm my brother."

Hashirama's entire body radiated an overwhelming aura, displaying a faint semblance of an unparalleled powerhouse.

After his defeat by Tenjin, he had devoted himself to training, convinced his strength had improved.

Such was the terror of the God of Shinobi. Each ti soone faced him, they found his power had grown significantly.

Among the many reincarnations of Asura, none had ever reached Hashirama's level.

His exceptional talent was even beginning to rival that of Asura himself.

"Co to think of it, it's been a long ti since we've had a match," Kyosuke said, unfazed. He looked at Hashirama, the fighting spirit in his eyes so intense it seed capable of shaking the world.

He was eager to see if Hashirama had reached a level beyond that of a Kage.

Just as the two powerhouses seed ready to clash, Uzumaki Ashina appeared out of nowhere, stepping between them at just the right mont.

"Let's not be hasty," he said, nodding slightly to Hashirama in acknowledgnt. Then he turned toward Kyosuke, his tone calm but firm. "Might I ask the reason for the Uchiha Clan's visit?"

Mito was his daughter, giving Uzumaki Ashina a natural moral advantage.

Because of this, he had no qualms about confronting Kyosuke. However, Ashina also understood that the young man before him was not one to abide by rules or logic alone.

Simple reasoning wouldn't be enough to persuade him.

Sure enough, Kyosuke showed no interest in exchanging words. "Let Mito co out. I have no interest in wasting words with you."

"Hmph." At this mont, Tobirama couldn't resist adding a sarcastic comnt from the side. "What arrogance! Coming onto soone else's territory and daring to silence the host."

"Oh?" Kyosuke turned his head, his gaze icy and piercing. "I suppose slaughtering a clan leader right under their clan's noses is even more arrogant, wouldn't you agree?"

"You scoundrel!"

Ignoring the enraged Senju clan mbers, Kyosuke refocused his attention on Ashina.

His tone was cold and unyielding. "I advise you not to bring ruin upon yourself. Otherwise, I'll ensure the Land of Whirlpools is awash in blood by the day's end."

"Awash in blood!"

"Awash in blood!"

"Awash in blood!"

The murderous cries of the Uchiha shinobi sent a chill through the air, and Ashina's expression turned extrely ugly.

After a mont of silence, he finally ordered a servant to bring Princess Mito out.

"Kyosuke."

Before long, Mito, with her signature bun hairstyle, appeared before everyone.

Yet, what happened next caught everyone by surprise.

"I'm sorry," Mito said softly, her expression tinged with sadness and determination. "I am to marry Lord Hashirama. The Senju Clan is the eternal ally of the Land of Whirlpools."

Her deanor conveyed the ssage that while she might care for Kyosuke, she could not abandon her clan.

However, her words were t only with Kyosuke's silent gaze.

Seeing that Mito had chosen their side, the Senju clan, who had been slightly on edge, imdiately began mocking Kyosuke without restraint.

"Hahaha! So people really overestimate themselves, thinking they could ever compare to Lord Hashirama!"

"Go ho already! Stop embarrassing yourself here."

"If I were him, I'd just grab a blade and slit my throat"

"Don't be so harsh! After all, he's supposed to be the most talented genius of the Uchiha Clan."

"A genius? More like a soon-to-be laughingstock of the ninja world."

Faced with the tide of ridicule, Kyosuke remained completely unfazed. From beginning to end, his gaze stayed fixed on Mito.

"The pouch I gave you—where is it?" he suddenly asked.

"Ah, here it is," Mito replied, pulling out a delicate pouch of fragrant herbs from her robe. Her eyes seed to show a trace of reluctance, just enough to make her performance convincing.

Not far away, Kyosuke chuckled softly. "You've done an excellent job pretending. Even with my Sharingan, I couldn't tell it was a fake."

"But," he continued, his tone sharp and cold, "I've been deceived once before. Did you really think you could fool again?"

Hearing this, Ashina's expression shifted slightly, though the fake Mito continued her act, her voice tinged with exasperation. "What deception? Kyosuke, why are you like this?"

"Then tell ," he said mockingly, "what is this pouch ant for?"

The fake Mito lowered her head, staring at the pouch. Inwardly, she thought, What else could this thing be used for? Eat it raw?

In truth, the pouch was rely a disguise. Inside it was a Flying Thunder God alert device Kyosuke had given to Mito.

By crushing the pouch, no matter how far away he was, Kyosuke would receive a signal and rush to her rescue as quickly as possible.

An item of such importance wasn't sothing Mito would casually keep with her.

"Whether it's real or fake, let prove it to you all."

The mont he finished speaking, Kyosuke drew his sword and swiftly appeared in front of Uzumaki Ashina.

"Impudent!" The golden Adamantine Sealing Chains activated, and iron chains whistled through the air, sealing off the surroundings tightly.

With a glance toward the fake Mito, Uzumaki Ashina signaled for it to leave quickly.

None of the people present were fools. If its fake identity was exposed, the Land of Whirlpool would be accused of attempting to provoke war.

Not to ntion the Uchiha, even the Senju would not give them any favorable treatnt.

Whether they fought or not was their own business, but it was not for an outsider like Ashina to sow discord.

What, does Uzumaki Ashina also want to grab a share of the Land of Fire's power?

Such an accusation was one he could not afford.

The thought was good, but unfortunately, Kyosuke did not intend to let the White Zetsu clone escape.

The Adamantine Sealing Chains were strong; even the three-stage Susanoo might not withstand it. Fortunately, he was never one to recklessly charge in.

The kunai from the Flying Thunder God shot out, cleverly avoiding the golden iron chains' blockade through their collisions.

In the blink of an eye, one kunai arrived behind the fake Mito.

At that mont, Hashirama finally could not hold back and made his move.

With a slap, he knocked the kunai away. He took a deep breath, then said in a deep voice, "Kyosuke, don't go too far."

"This is the Uzumaki clan's territory. I won't let you continue causing chaos here."

Having never seen a White Zetsu clone, Hashirama could not distinguish between the real and fake Mito.

In Hashirama's eyes, Kyosuke was acting out of anger, ready to harm the woman who was soon to be his wife.

Even with his usual calm temperant, he had no choice but to act now.

"Such a fool," Kyosuke muttered, shaking his head, watching as the fake Mito quietly slipped away.

As for the real Mito, she was likely under Uzumaki Ashina's watch now.

With no personal freedom, at least her safety wouldn't be at risk.

Once he dealt with the fool in front of him, he would settle the score with Uzumaki Ashina, that old dog.

Drawing the Kusanagi sword from his waist, Kyosuke activated his Sharingan, locking his gaze on his opponent without a blink.

At the sa ti, Hashirama also drew his twin blades from the sealing scroll.

The two overwhelming auras intertwined, and the air itself seed to tremble under the pressure."

"It's finally beginning," Tobirama said, slowly retreating with the others, trying to distance themselves from the eye of the storm.

Seeing this, Hashirama seed to think of sothing, then turned and ran toward the distant forest.

"Kyosuke, let's fight sowhere else."

"Fine."

Unaware of Mito's whereabouts, Kyosuke didn't want to engage in a battle within the Uzushio Hidden Village.

The two of them shot through the air like two teors, one in front of the other, heading toward the distant forest.

Before the two groups could even begin to chase, the intense clash of battle reverberated from afar.

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