Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara Chapter 223 223: The Hokage Inauguration Ceremony

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Had she... just said what he thought she said?

Did Hyūga Yayoi really just nominate Uchiha Kyōsuke for the position of Hokage?!

Tobirama was stunned. Hashirama stood frozen in disbelief. anwhile, Sarutobi Sasuke's temple throbbed violently, veins pulsing beneath his skin.

His instincts scread at him — he had backed the wrong side

The Senju clan had invested heavily in winning over Hyūga Yayoi. The cost had been imnse — at least a third of their rightful gains had been surrendered to secure her support. That wasn't even counting the financial aid provided to stabilize the Hyūga clan.

All those sacrifices, all those careful negotiations... everything had been for this mont — for her to cast her vote in Hashirama's favor during the Hokage election.

And yet now... Yayoi had betrayed them. And she hadn't just betrayed them — she had humiliated them, stabbing them in the back with surgical precision.

With an icy, detached expression, Yayoi's gaze swept over the two brothers. There was no gloating, no satisfaction — just cold indifference.

Her silent ssage was crystal clear:

You've been played.

"You… you…" Tobirama's face flushed crimson, anger boiling beneath his skin. His hair seed to bristle as if it might ignite at any mont. If his glare could kill, Yayoi would have been reduced to ashes.

His fists clenched tightly… then slowly relaxed. After a long silence, he finally asked in a low voice, "Why?"

"Yayoi's brow arched slightly, her expression flickering with disbelief — almost as if she pitied him.

"Are you seriously asking that?" Her voice dripped with incredulity. "Why? Isn't it obvious?"

"Kyōsuke is the most suitable candidate for Hokage."

"His achievents speak for themselves. Coordinating with the Daimyō, implenting the housing reform, establishing the loan system, and founding the Ninja Academy — which one of his initiatives hasn't produced exceptional results?"

That's not what I was asking...

Tobirama fud inwardly. His mind churned with frustration, yet he forced himself to maintain a calm façade.

He couldn't lose his composure here — not in front of all these people. Even in defeat, he couldn't let anyone see the Senju brothers as a laughingstock.

But deep down, Tobirama knew the truth — one he despised admitting.

Kyōsuke's achievents were undeniable.

If stripped of personal grudges and politics, Kyōsuke was, without question, the best choice for Hokage. His leadership was practical, his reforms effective, and his influence undeniable.

But that bitter truth only fueled Tobirama's anger further.

The feud between him and Kyōsuke had long since surpassed simple rivalry — it was a grudge etched in blood, a conflict too deeply rooted to be ignored.

His brother, Hashirama, was too trusting — foolish enough to believe the Uchiha's honeyed words. But Tobirama knew better.

That bastard had never let go of his ambition to see the Senju destroyed.

And if they failed to claim the Hokage seat now, Tobirama knew what would follow.

The Senju's destruction wouldn't be a possibility — it would be inevitable.

That was why he had sacrificed everything — his reputation, his honor, and his future. He had knowingly cast himself as the villain, bearing the hatred of the village to ensure Konoha's survival.

He had accepted that burden for one reason alone: to protect Hashirama's legacy.

Because no matter what the future held, Konoha would never allow soone like him — a man tainted by infamy — to ascend to the position of Hokage.

And yet… what had it all been for?

All his sacrifices, all his carefully laid plans — crumbling to dust.

For nothing.

Tobirama's gaze shifted back to Yayoi. His mind raced with questions.

What had the Uchiha clan promised the Hyūga to make them turn their backs on him now — at the most crucial mont?

In truth, Tobirama wasn't the only one wondering. The sa unspoken question lingered in the minds of everyone present.

But no one dared to ask.

Yayoi's justification had been clear — she claid her decision was based purely on rit. To press further would achieve nothing except to make the Senju look pathetic.

Dragging the old Uchiha-Senju conflict into public debate would only reveal how desperate they had beco.

The votes now stood as follows:

Madara had voted for Kyōsuke.

Yayoi had voted for Kyōsuke.

Kyōsuke himself had abstained.

Only Hashirama had yet to cast his vote.

". . ."

The Shimura clan head shifted uncomfortably in his seat, regretting his earlier decision to play the role of 'atmosphere controller.' He had envisioned himself as the first to rise and offer congratulations — yet here he was, watching the proud Senju brothers crumble before his eyes.

It was only upon reflection that the gathered crowd realized sothing startling:

Kyōsuke had known all along.

He had let Tobirama waste his ti and effort in this elaborate performance — all the posturing, the maneuvering, the whispered deals — because from the very beginning, the outco had already been decided.

And the worst part?

It was Tobirama's own arrogance that had paved the way for his greatest enemy to seize the most powerful position in Konoha.

Calling it foolish would be an understatent — it was downright idiotic.

". . . Yayoi."

Hashirama's voice broke the silence, wearied and resigned. Turning to face her, he let out a sigh — one filled with defeat. His smile was bitter, strained.

"I nominate Uchiha Kyōsuke to beco the First Hokage of Konohagakure."

With the highest authorities present all in agreent, the vote was unanimous.

At long last, after two years of power struggles, Konoha had its Hokage.

"Thank you all for your support." Kyōsuke stood up, his movents refined and deliberate, each step asured. He bowed slightly to each person in the room — a gesture that seed respectful yet sohow commanding.

"And special thanks to Tobirama," Kyōsuke added, his voice smooth but laced with sothing more. "I'm grateful for your recognition of my efforts."

For a mont, the room seed to freeze.

What did he an by that?

Most present didn't grasp the hidden aning — but Tobirama knew all too well.

That smug bastard wasn't thanking him.

He was mocking him.

Kyōsuke's 'thanks' weren't gratitude — they were a taunt.

A thinly veiled reminder that Tobirama's relentless efforts had done nothing but pave the way for his greatest enemy's rise to power.

From start to finish, Tobirama had been played — cornered, manipulated, and ultimately humiliated.

His shoulders sagged as he sank heavily into his chair. Eyes shutting tightly, he willed himself to block out the reality that now seed to suffocate him.

anwhile, Kyōsuke's gaze swept across the room, sharp and commanding.

None dared to et his eyes.

The Shimura and Sarutobi clan heads, along with every other prominent figure present, instinctively rose from their seats. Regardless of their feelings, none risked remaining seated before the newly appointed Hokage.

Because in the presence of power, there's only one acceptable response — submission.

And Kyōsuke found that sight deeply satisfying.

As for Tobirama?

Well… he looked like he was about to explode from sheer rage.

Petty fool, Kyōsuke mused with a faint smile.

Not even worth ntioning.

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Shortly after the eting concluded, news of Kyōsuke's appointnt spread like wildfire throughout Konoha.

In preparation for the grand occasion, Mito personally took the initiative to craft a pristine white Hokage robe, embroidered with the title "First Hokage" in bold crimson letters. She also prepared the iconic Hokage hat, adorned with the symbol of Fire — a symbol of both power and responsibility.

Before long, the day of the grand inauguration arrived.

Thousands of villagers flooded the village square, their excited chatter filling the air. Colorful strears danced in the breeze, and bursts of celebratory cannon fire echoed across the rooftops.

The festive atmosphere crackled with energy, and the air seed alive with hope and excitent.

Amid the bustling crowd, a young boy elbowed his way to the front, determined to claim the best viewing spot.

"Ugh… my dad never worries about anything," the seven-year-old Haruto grumbled, puffing out his chest as he bragged to his friends. "I've had to help out so much at ho."

His features bore a striking resemblance to his father's younger self — the sa sharp eyes and mischievous grin.

"Honestly… I'm not even sure if it's a good idea for Dad to beco Hokage," Haruto muttered with a sigh.

"But hey, no worries," he added with a confident smile. "With around, nothing will go wrong!"

His friends stared at him in awe, their admiration making Haruto feel like he was walking on clouds.

Beside him, Princess Eri chuckled quietly, amused by how hard he was trying to act cool.

"Hmm… co to think of it," she mused with a teasing smile, "it's been a while since Kyosuke-sensei last gave him a beating..."

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Elsewhere in the village, citizens of all ages wore smiles, eagerly awaiting Kyōsuke's arrival.

On top of the Hokage Tower, Kyōsuke cradled his giggling four-year-old daughter in his arms.

"You're really in a good mood today," he mused, his smile softening.

His daughter's bright laughter rang out, and for a mont, Kyōsuke simply held her closer. It was hard to believe how fast ti had flown — in the blink of an eye, his little girl had grown so much.

Next year, she'd be old enough to start at the Ninja Academy.

A year younger than most students, but with Haruto as her older brother, Kyōsuke wasn't worried. If anyone tried to cause her trouble, Haruto would make sure they regretted it.

Handing his daughter gently to his wife, Kyōsuke turned away and strode toward the balcony's edge.

He paused.

"...Eighteen years," he muttered to himself.

He reached for the Hokage hat and pulled it over his head.

As the fabric settled into place, Kyōsuke let his newly donned white cloak unfurl behind him, the embroidered kanji for First Hokage bold and proud against the pristine cloth.

Taking a single step forward, Kyōsuke erged onto the balcony and stood before the gathered crowd.

For a brief mont, there was silence — a quiet gasp as thousands of villagers took in the sight of their new leader.

Then the village erupted.

"HOKAGE-SAMA!!"

The cheers shook the air like rolling thunder, voices rising in waves that seed to carry across the entire village.

Kyōsuke raised his hand in greeting, and the deafening roar only grew louder.

He didn't need to deliver a speech — simply standing there was enough to give the people of Konoha an overwhelming sense of security.

Look at him...

Our Hokage.

The strongest shinobi in the world — the one true God of Shinobi.

As long as Kyōsuke stood at the helm, no one would dare threaten Konoha's might.

A soft smile tugged at Kyōsuke's lips. He closed his eyes, drawing in a long, steady breath.

"This… feels pretty good."

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