Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara Chapter 174 174: All at the Divine Fire Level – The Terrifyi

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Did Ōtsutsuki Isshiki ever consu a chakra fruit?

To this, Kyōsuke could not be entirely certain.

In the final battle, when Isshiki unleashed his full power, both Naruto and Sasuke were powerless to inflict any significant damage upon him.

Even Kurama's new Baryon Mode, unlocked at the cost of his own life, only managed to cause limited harm, aggravating old injuries within Isshiki's body.

From the outco, it was clear that Isshiki was far beyond the level of an ordinary Six Paths power.

However, claiming that he had consud a chakra fruit didn't seem entirely accurate. If he had truly ignited the Divine Fire, how could Kaguya have succeeded in her ambush all those years ago?

Kaguya, sensing Kyōsuke's curiosity, hesitated for a mont before speaking, her voice tinged with a quiet reflection. "...Him, huh." After a brief pause, she began recounting a less-than-glorious chapter of history.

"Isshiki's natural talent wasn't particularly extraordinary, but he ca from a privileged background. In his youth, he had the fortune of consuming a low-grade chakra fruit."

She continued, her tone asured, "The quality of chakra fruits varies greatly. There's a stark distinction between the superior and inferior ones, depending on how much chakra is absorbed."

"While Isshiki did consu a chakra fruit, the amount he ingested was minuscule."

She paused, her gaze distant as she reflected on the strict, almost clinical nature of their clan. "The Otsutsuki Clan operates under a rigid set of rules, and relationships are cold and detached. Even with his noble heritage, Isshiki only managed to obtain a small morsel of the fruit."

In Kaguya's words, that "failure"—Isshiki—was likely positioned at the threshold between the Six Path and Divine Fla level.

At this point, Kyōsuke began to piece together the root of the issue.

The quality of chakra fruits seed to vary significantly, and those consud by the mbers of the Ōtsutsuki Enforcent Squad were likely the true Divine Fire igniters.

He even speculated that many of them had consud multiple chakra fruits, especially considering Kaguya's ntion of the critical term—"igniting a Divine Fire."

If that were true, did this imply the existence of beings within the Ōtsutsuki who had ignited the Divine Fire not once, but twice—or even thrice?

In comparison, Isshiki, even at his full power, was rely a half-step into the Divine Fla level—did indeed seem like a "novice" in this hierarchy of elite powerhouses.

Kyōsuke's curiosity deepened. "Can I ask what kinds of special abilities the mbers of the Enforcent Squad possess?"

Kaguya's eyes montarily clouded with thought before she responded, "Each mber of the Enforcent Squad possesses abilities that reflect the imnse power granted by the Divine Fire."

She paused, considering how best to explain. "For example, my Anominaka—a unique ability that allows to forcibly shift spaces and create my own personal Starting Sphere Dinsion—was one such manifestation of divine power."

Kyōsuke's mind raced. He had a hunch that at the Divine Fire level, these individual awakened abilities would play a crucial role in combat.

"Good thing I still have my system. If push cos to shove, I'll wait until I've accumulated enough points to copy the best abilities for myself."

"You have so many questions," Kaguya said, giving him a beautiful yet faintly exasperated sidelong glance. After so thought, she reluctantly continued, "After countless years, my clan has broadly classified the abilities awakened at the Divine Fire level into several categories."

She leaned forward, as if preparing to impart sothing grave. "Elental manipulation, spatial-temporal (Space-ti) control, physical enhancent, psychic abilities, binding techniques, laws of nature, healing capabilities, and so on."

"The Enforcent Squad comprises a vast number of mbers, encompassing nearly all types of these abilities."

She gave a slight shake of her head, almost as if to herself. "Mastery over controlled creations through (Spirit Beast) Shikigami Combat, devouring consciousness through dreamscapes with techniques like Dream Devour, issuing death declarations via Words of Power, and even geological manipulation through Celestial Laws, like Crust Manipulation."

Kaguya lowered her head with a deep sigh, her expression turning sowhat desolate. "Even without their immortality, the sheer variety of their abilities could bring devastating destruction to the ordinary shinobi of this world."

Her voice softened, tinged with a hint of regret. "Now you understand, don't you? It's not that I was ruthless—survival demanded I continuously harvest chakra."

She paused before adding, her gaze distant, "Otherwise, if the Enforcent Squad were to descend, the shinobi world would face the most horrifying extinction event imaginable."

Kyōsuke couldn't help but think, "So that's it! This is your way of washing your hands clean, isn't it? "

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, silently weighing the truth behind Kaguya's words.

Though she appeared to be a high-and-mighty, naïve woman, in truth, she was a shrewd and cunning figure. She had not only rebelled against her superior but had also successfully deceived her sons (Sage of Sixth Paths and Otsutsuki Hamura) for years.

Anyone who underestimated her as a fool was likely the truly ignorant one.

"I understand now," Kyōsuke said, nodding as if to acknowledge her well-intentioned efforts.

But beneath the surface of his words, there was a deeper reflection. Today's conversation had been profoundly enlightening.

The only thing more terrifying than a powerful enemy was an unknown one.

Now that he understood the source of their power, Kyōsuke realized he could devise strategies to counter it.

If the Ōtsutsuki could travel the universe and "harvest," surely he could emulate their thods.

As Kaguya had ntioned, the universe was vast, with countless planets teeming with life. Kyōsuke could set out on an interstellar journey, locate suitable planets, and plant Ten-Tails saplings there.

From there, he could harvest chakra fruits and accumulate system points—a far more exciting prospect than remaining confined to the shinobi world.

Once others grew strong enough, he might even adopt the Ōtsutsuki's operational model, dispatching mbers to collect fruits and streamline the harvesting process.

This was his version of "fighting fire with fire."

Of course, Kyōsuke knew it was too early to act on such plans. With decades left before the arrival of formidable figures like Momoshiki and Kinshiki, he had plenty of ti to grow stronger.

When the ti ca, he would find a way to eliminate Isshiki and claim the infant Ten-Tails for himself.

"I really am a genius," Kyōsuke murmured to himself with a smirk, his confidence unwavering.

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"AHHH!"

From inside the room ca Mito's anguished screams, echoing relentlessly through the halls.

"How could this happen?!" Outside, Kyōsuke paced back and forth, his usual calm deanor replaced by agitation. His mind raced in frustration, and he scratched his head in helplessness.

The peaceful days had flown by, and before he knew it, the day of Mito's labor had arrived.

To ease her suffering, Kyōsuke had arranged for several dical-nin to assist, even administering a dose of anesthesia. Yet, to his surprise, the baby's vitality proved far stronger than anticipated, leaving Mito—despite her Uzumaki constitution—completely drained and writhing in pain.

"Co on, you little rascal, get out of there already!" Anxious and at his wit's end, Kyōsuke felt an overwhelming urge to perform a C-section himself.

But Mito had refused, insisting that natural childbirth was better for the baby.

"You just don't trust science!" Kyōsuke had retorted, frustration creeping into his voice.

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At last, after what felt like an eternity, the piercing cries of a newborn filled the air.

Uchiha Haruto had been born, joining Kyōsuke and Mito's small family.

Bursting into the room, Kyōsuke cast a quick glance at the wrinkled, squishy infant before rushing to Mito's side. He clasped her sweat-drenched hand tightly.

"You've worked so hard," he said softly, his rare tenderness shining through.

"...It hurts," Mito pouted, her eyes involuntarily drifting toward Haruto, who was being cleaned nearby.

Is that really my child? The thought flitted through her mind.

When the baby was brought over and placed between them, Kyōsuke and Mito exchanged a glance, both unable to contain themselves. In unison, they uttered the sa three words:

"He's so ugly."

"They say sons take after their mothers. If he's ugly, it's definitely not my fault," Kyōsuke declared seriously.

"Rubbish." Rolling her eyes, Mito shot back, "Look at his nose and mouth—they're exactly like yours. If he grows up ugly, it's all on you."

"No, it's on you!"

"It's your fault!"

"Your fault!"

"WAH!" Haruto cried loudly, as if on cue, seemingly worried about his own appearance as well.

At the sight of the tiny baby's outrage, the couple exchanged a look and burst into laughter, the sound of their joy filling the room as they basked in the warmth of their new family of three.

"From today onward, our family has one more mber."

"But now that I think about it, isn't having only one child a bit lonely?"

"...Well, that depends on your efforts, Kyōsuke."

"To serve you wholeheartedly, my lady!"

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