Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara Chapter 182 182: The Three Brothers Reunite

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The series of shocking revelations left Madara frozen in place, utterly dumbfounded.

Kyōsuke had made up his mind. Rather than staying constantly on the defensive, it was better to lay the danger bare and confront them head-on.

With Uchiha Madara on the verge of awakening the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, it was clear that he had gained the power to shape the most profound crises of the shinobi world.

Kyosuke, who had never wanted to face these challenges alone, naturally welcod soone with whom he could share his burdens with.

Seeing Madara in a state that scread, I need ti to process this, Kyōsuke shrugged and turned his focus back to carefully observe Izuna's condition.

Because of this, he did not notice that Madara behind him was silently "watching" him the entire ti.

His expression was deep, his hands clenched into tight fists, as though struggling to contain sothing within.

It was clear that, in this mont, the man destined to beco the "Ghost of Uchiha" was consud by thoughts no one could guess.

"I'm done!"

A sudden shout snapped Madara out of his train of thoughts.

When Kyōsuke turned around in surprise, he saw that Izuna's body had returned to its forr state.

Even though Madara could not see, his ability to sense the chakra had not diminished.

Or rather, any ninja with a bit of skill present could feel the overwhelming life force surging within Izuna's previously lifeless body.

"Izuna... he's truly been brought back to life?!" Madara's voice trembled, betraying a rare vulnerability. Perhaps he had never dared to dream that such a mont was even possible—that his younger brother could be returned to him.

In this world, no one was more important to Madara than Izuna. His brother's death had marked the shattering of everything he held dear.

Under the influence of the Mangekyō Sharingan, his grief had spiraled into a darkness he couldn't control.

He had cast aside all sentint, believing it to be useless. Yet here, before him, was a miracle—a chance he thought he had lost forever.

Blindly, Madara reached for his brother's cold hand, gripping it tightly as though to reassure himself that this was real. He pressed his ear against Izuna's chest.

Thump, thump, thump.

The strong, rhythmic heartbeat instantly brought a mist of tears to Madara's eyes.

Fortunately, the bandages covering his eyes concealed his face, sparing him the embarrassnt of losing composure in front of Kyōsuke today.

With a soft clap of his hands, Kyōsuke signaled for two of his subordinates to enter and carry away the lifeless body of the deceased who had been sacrificed.

These individuals were extrely valuable and rare resources, and Kyōsuke did not have many at his disposal. It often took a long ti to cultivate even one.

Learning the necessary ninjutsu was relatively easy, but the brainwashing process was far more difficult. Including the one who had just been sacrificed, Kyōsuke currently had only twelve more of these individuals left.

Considering the ever-present dangers of the shinobi world, Kyōsuke needed to keep a sufficient number of powerful cards up his sleeve, ready for any situation that might arise.

Though it might seem like there were only twelve of them, the combined life energy they could provide was enough to multiply Kyōsuke's chakra reserves several tis over, with an effect comparable to the Eight Inner Gates Formation.

When the ti ca for Isshiki to truly erge, these twelve would serve as "gifts" from Kyōsuke to him.

Whether Isshiki would be able to handle them or not however, remained to be seen.

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In the Moon Palace, within the chamber of Tenseigan (Energy Vessel).

Madara sat cross-legged on the ground, his expression stiff. anwhile, Kyōsuke's young daughter, Uchiha Nagisa, was climbing all over him.

Her large, bright eyes—filled with curiosity—gazed intently at the stoic Madara, and her chubby little hands reached out eagerly to grab the corner of his robe, trying to put it in her mouth as if it were so kind of toy.

Seeing this, Haruto, who had been quietly observing from the side, quickly moved in and stopped his younger sister from continuing. At the sa ti, he cast furtive glances at Madara's dark, stern expression.

So scary.

But this uncle is so cool!

Haruto's eyes sparkled with admiration. It was clear from his gaze that Madara fit his ideal image of a hero far better than his own father, Kyōsuke, did.

"It seems they really like you," Kyōsuke said with a mischievous smile, clearly finding amusent in Madara's rare mont of helplessness.

"When will Izuna wake up?" Madara asked, holding the two children awkwardly in his hands. If one looked closely, a bead of sweat could be seen slowly sliding down his forehead, betraying his discomfort.

As expected, I do not like children, Madara thought with a slight grimace.

He lowered his head in silence, his resistance to the notion of having "children of his own" becoming increasingly apparent.

After all, he was firmly part of the "fear of marriage" faction, as so might call it.

He hadn't expected that Kyōsuke, who had been absent for five years, would return with two children in tow.

Speaking of which, weren't Hashirama's brats around the sa age as these two?

"Don't worry," Kyōsuke said casually, his tone relaxed, "he might even wake up in just a mont…"

Before Kyōsuke could finish his sentence, both he and Madara turned their heads sharply toward a disturbance behind them.

There, staggering toward them, was Uchiha Izuna, his expression dazed and filled with confusion, as though he had just woken from a long slumber.

"Kyōsuke… Big Brother… have you both died too?" Izuna muttered, still trying to comprehend his surroundings.

After a brief explanation of the situation, Izuna, still feeling a mixture of disbelief and gratitude, gave Kyōsuke's shoulder a firm punch. It was his way of expressing thanks for bringing him back to life.

"Izuna." Madara paused, his voice softening for a mont, before he reached up to touch the bandages covering his eyes. His fingers brushed against them lightly, as if grounding himself in the reality that his brother was truly alive once again.

While his brother's revival was undoubtedly a blessing, Madara couldn't ignore the lingering guilt in his heart. The fact that Izuna's ocular power had been absorbed into his own Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan ant that the Sharingan could not be returned to him.

Without the support of the Mangekyō Sharingan, Izuna's strength would inevitably diminish, making any future battles far more dangerous for him.

Perhaps sensing his brother's unspoken guilt, Izuna waved a hand with a carefree smile, as though to brush aside the matter. "It's all right, Big Brother. I'm already grateful just to have my life back."

"Besides…" Izuna added, his expression shifting to one of confidence as he touched his fully restored eyes. "These new eyes work well. I'm confident I'll be able to evolve them again in no ti."

During Izuna's resurrection, Kyōsuke had ordered his n to implant a spare pair of Sharingan into his eyes.

Though they weren't at the level of a Mangekyō, they were more than sufficient to maintain his combat prowess.

And as Izuna said, given his exceptional talent and the aptitude that ran in his veins, it wasn't impossible for him to awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan again.

Let's not forget—he now has Sage Body's cells within him. These cells naturally nurtured the Sharingan and, in theory, would make it easier for him to awaken them again.

As for his personal safety…

"Izuna, stay at the Moon Base for now," Kyōsuke suggested. "I need soone to help manage things here."

The resurrection of the dead would undoubtedly shock the world, and the last thing Kyōsuke wanted was to have Izuna's presence beco a focal point of unrest.

More importantly, as long as Izuna lived, Madara wouldn't descend into the depths of despair. That ant Black Zetsu would likely take more drastic actions.

Rather than living in constant vigilance, it would be better for Izuna to remain on the Moon, where he could also help Kyōsuke monitor the situation in relative safety.

Hearing Kyosuke's suggestion, Madara imdiately nodded in agreent. He even stated outright, "The current war is still undecided. You should stay here for the ti being."

"But Big Brother—" Izuna started, clearly reluctant.

"Listen to !" Madara's tone hardened, cutting him off decisively. His voice left no room for argunt.

There were many Uchiha clansn on the moon, making it a more suitable environnt for Izuna—free from the chaos of war. Here, he could focus entirely on growing stronger.

If Izuna wished to return to the shinobi world, he would first need to prove himself worthy of it through his own strength.

As for the ongoing war in the shinobi world, Madara was confident in his victory. With him and Kyōsuke joining forces, what could the Senju Clan possibly do to resist?

Once the shinobi world was truly pacified, it would not be too late to bring his brother back.

Seeing that his elder brother had made up his mind, Izuna reluctantly nodded in agreent, despite his clear unwillingness.

Co to think of it, he hadn't been able to focus on training properly for years due to the constant warfare. This would be a good opportunity to refine his skills. When the ti ca, he would return triumphant, trampling both his elder brother and Kyōsuke beneath his feet.

"Hahahaha!" Lost in his fantasies, Izuna couldn't help but burst into laughter, his voice loud and carefree.

"…Does this technique have side effects that affect the brain?"

"…Possibly."

"I CAN HEAR YOU, YOU JERKS!" Izuna shouted angrily.

In any case, Izuna's successful revival had brought Madara back from his once cynical and misanthropic state.

Now, all that remained was the war with the Senju Clan. And Madara was more than ready for it.

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