Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara

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The conference room inside the Hokage building was filled with tension.

All the clan leaders had gathered, and even the long-absent Tobirama Senju was silently seated in a corner.

"Everyone," Hashirama Senju's deep voice broke the silence as he scanned the room, "I'm sure you're all aware of the current situation. The Land of Lightning has officially established Kumogakure and selected its first-ever Raikage."

"In contrast, despite Konoha having been founded for over two years now, we have yet to determine our First Hokage."

"This time," Hashirama paused briefly, his gaze sharpening, "we've decided to resolve this matter through an open vote — a fair election to decide who will become the First Hokage of Konohagakure."

"Heh."

A cold sneer suddenly cut through the room's stillness. The Inuzuka clan head scoffed with barely veiled sarcasm, his gaze landing directly on Tobirama.

"All this nonsense... isn't it just because some people are blinded by greed and can't bear to see their rivals rise to power?"

Following his gaze, the room's occupants turned their attention to the silent figure seated in the corner — Tobirama Senju.

A few days prior, the Police Force had stormed the Inuzuka household and forcibly taken his son away.

The reason? Allegedly, his son had bullied a merchant, refusing to pay for a bowl of cold noodles. The noodle vendor, outraged, reported the incident to the Police Force.

Upon hearing this so-called justification, the Inuzuka clan head couldn't help but burst into laughter.

His clan had walked alongside ninja dogs for generations, their skills in tracking and hunting unmatched. Wealth and status were never a concern for the Inuzuka; they thrived on their strength and instincts, living comfortably without the need to resort to petty theft.

A bowl of noodles? How much could it possibly cost? The mere suggestion that his son would refuse to pay for such a trivial thing was downright insulting.

No — this wasn't about noodles. That laughable excuse was nothing more than a flimsy pretense. The real reason was far more calculated.

Recently, the Inuzuka had begun to show signs of aligning with the Uchiha, and the Senju clan had clearly taken notice. This so-called "incident" was no accident — it was a staged farce, a thinly veiled warning.

A message delivered loud and clear: Remember who holds true authority in Konoha.

Wasn't this just bullying the honest folk?

Yet, what could he do? Even if rage simmered inside him, openly challenging the powerful Police Force would be sheer foolishness.

In the end, even after his son was proven innocent, the damage was done. Some stains couldn't be washed away, and some rumors refused to die.

He swallowed his anger, but the bitterness lingered — heavy and corrosive. This unresolved frustration was precisely why he'd scoffed so openly at Tobirama during the meeting.

"Inuzuka Clan Head," Hashirama's voice rang out, firm yet calm. His gaze was steady — not accusing, but commanding nonetheless. "This is a time for unity. Please, choose your words wisely."

"...Apologies." The Inuzuka head sighed, offering a reluctant apology.

What else could he do?

Tobirama was one thing — cold, calculating, and often abrasive — but openly defying the Senju Clan leader himself? That was practically begging for trouble.

Yet, despite his outward compliance, the resentment inside him continued to smolder.

On the sidelines, Kyōsuke watched it all unfold, quietly chuckling to himself.

Of course Tobirama wasn't foolish enough to let his subordinates act so recklessly. He was far too meticulous for that.

But the truth was simple — this entire situation had been Kyōsuke's doing from the very start.

The noodle vendor? His own agent. The fabricated incident? His design.

And this wasn't the first — far from it. Countless similar setups had quietly unfolded across the village, each one feeding resentment and suspicion.

All aimed at one goal: turning the Police Force into a despised pariah within Konoha.

Over time, this growing resentment would inevitably stain the Senju's reputation.

Then, when the moment was right, Kyōsuke would offer his concerned suggestion — that the Senju clan relocate to the village's outskirts under the pretense of "better protecting the village."

On paper, it would seem thoughtful — an act of care. But in reality, it was calculated isolation.

Even if Tobirama saw through the scheme — and Kyōsuke knew he would — it wouldn't matter. The wheels were already turning, and the momentum had long since slipped beyond Tobirama's control.

After all… I'm just playing by your own rules, Tobirama.

Meanwhile, Hashirama continued explaining the election process.

The first phase would involve a council of the village's highest authorities — a four-person panel.

If those four couldn't reach an agreement, the decision would fall to a public vote.

The moment those words left Hashirama's lips, the room's atmosphere shifted.

So that's the plan...

The gathered leaders exchanged subtle glances, silently piecing together the true purpose behind Hashirama's proposal.

With four council members, a split vote was practically guaranteed. Ultimately, the decision would fall to a public election — an arena where the Senju held a natural advantage.

Heh... Tobirama sneered inwardly, stealing a brief, mocking glance at Kyōsuke.

For months now, Tobirama had been quietly building relationships with the villagers — spending vast amounts of wealth to earn their trust.

Even if Kyōsuke realized this now and scrambled to counter it, he was already too late.

The council's vote would undoubtedly end in a stalemate, and the villagers' decision would determine the Hokage.

Once that happened, big brother would have an eighty percent chance of claiming the title.

So tell me, Kyōsuke... what tricks will you pull this time?

Suppressing his growing excitement, Tobirama kept his gaze steady, watching Kyōsuke's expressionless face with quiet curiosity.

Would Kyōsuke try to sabotage the vote?

Would he resort to violence?

Whatever his move… Tobirama was ready.

For months, he had prepared for this moment, meticulously closing every gap, shoring up every weakness.

So long as the election proceeded, the Hokage's seat would undoubtedly belong to Hashirama.

"I agree with Hashirama's proposal," Kyōsuke declared.

What?!

Tobirama's eyes flickered in surprise.

He agreed?!

But just as quickly as his surprise surfaced, Tobirama calmed himself. It made sense — Kyōsuke must believe his reputation among the common people was strong enough to win their favor.

How unfortunate... Tobirama sneered inwardly. He doesn't realize that those ignorant masses are the easiest to manipulate.

People didn't care who had their best interests at heart — they cared about one thing: who could put food on their table.

And in Konoha, no one could rival Hashirama when it came to ensuring prosperity and stability.

No one… absolutely no one!

Tsk… Kyōsuke, you've already lost.

While Tobirama's thoughts churned, the entire exchange had taken less than half a minute. From Hashirama's suggestion to Kyōsuke and Madara's responses — it had all happened in the blink of an eye.

As for the thoughts of the other clan heads?

Frankly, they didn't matter all that much.

Seeing that the village's highest-ranking figures — the so-called 'Big Four' — had already given their stance, the Shimura clan leader suddenly stepped forward.

"Then let the four of you each put forth a candidate you believe is suitable for the position," he proposed.

Upon hearing this, Madara didn't hesitate in the slightest. Without a trace of subtlety or restraint, he openly declared, "I nominate Uchiha Kyōsuke to serve as the First Hokage of Konohagakure."

There was no need for him to pretend or feign neutrality — after all, Kyōsuke was his kin. Any attempt at false modesty would only come across as insincere and laughable.

"I relinquish my right to vote," Kyōsuke stated calmly.

His second sentence of the day once again left everyone stunned.

Even Tobirama, who had been quietly observing from the corner, instinctively shot to his feet.

What is this guy doing?

Has he lost his mind?

Of all times to act humble, why now?

Tobirama instinctively raised his hand to cover his mouth, repeatedly reminding himself not to laugh just yet.

Not yet… Not yet... Don't give yourself away.

If Kyōsuke suddenly changes his mind, things could turn messy.

"Uh..."

Hashirama's expression shifted dramatically the moment Kyōsuke withdrew. His face flushed red with embarrassment as if he had just been slapped.

At that moment, one thought consumed Hashirama's mind: How shameless could I possibly be?

In this crucial moment, Kyōsuke's unexpected withdrawal hit him hard. It struck a chord deep within Hashirama, leaving him feeling guilty and ashamed. He couldn't help but question himself — were he and Tobirama truly being too harsh… too unjust toward Kyōsuke?

But no — no matter how conflicted Hashirama felt, he couldn't ignore the harsh reality: their visions for Konohagakure were fundamentally opposed.

Kyōsuke's rigid, unyielding stance on diplomacy would undoubtedly plunge the village into endless wars.

That… he cannot accept.

"I… I…"

Under Tobirama's eager and expectant gaze, Hashirama stammered, his lips trembling. He bit down hard, nearly drawing blood, yet still couldn't bring himself to nominate himself.

"I nominate—"

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

The words came not from Hashirama, nor from Madara — but from Yayoi.

The room fell deathly silent.

Eyes widened, jaws slackened — the gathered clan heads struggled to process what they had just heard.

All eyes turned toward Yayoi. She remained calm and composed, her expression cold and indifferent.

Even as Tobirama's piercing gaze bore into her like a blade, Yayoi acted as if she hadn't noticed it at all — or simply didn't care.

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