Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara

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With no hesitation and not a hint of mercy, Hashirama's hand struck Tobirama's face. The impact was so fierce that Tobirama's cheek began to swell visibly, the angry redness spreading across his skin like a rising flame.

Yet no sooner had his palm left his brother's face than Hashirama felt a wave of regret wash over him.

He's a grown man now... How could I have...

But then he reminded himself — this wasn't some trivial mistake Tobirama had made. No, this time his brother had stirred up a disaster that could ignite a war.

The Land of Lightning was rugged and mountainous — a harsh, unforgiving landscape where disputes were often settled through one-on-one combat between powerful individuals.

Unlike the Land of Fire, where large-scale shinobi battles were common, the Land of Lightning rarely resorted to full-blown war involving entire armies clashing head-on.

This difference in approach meant that, at the foundational level, the shinobi of Kumogakure boasted a strength that far surpassed the forces Konoha currently had at its disposal.

It wasn't that Konoha lacked numbers — it was that the Fire Country's shinobi were too prone to internal conflict. Feuds between clans frequently escalated into bloody struggles that drained their overall strength.

Seven thousand shinobi.

That was the number Kumogakure could reportedly field — and even if Konoha committed every able-bodied warrior they had, they'd barely be able to match that figure.

If war broke out, how could they possibly leave their homeland defenseless?

To make matters worse, Kumogakure could launch attacks both by land and sea, forcing Konoha to stretch their forces thin across a massive front.

Even if Hashirama personally led the charge and achieved victory at one front, it wouldn't be enough to hold back an enemy advancing on multiple fronts across such an expansive battlefield.

This was no mere clash between shinobi — it was war between nations.

And in such a war, even the most powerful individuals couldn't outshine the importance of logistics, strategy, and a strong foundation of trained shinobis.

"...Sigh." Hashirama let out a long, heavy sigh.

Opening the door, he turned back to leave Tobirama with a final warning.

"From this moment onward, you are not to leave the clan compound without my express permission."

And with that, Hashirama turned and walked away.

In truth, he wasn't angry with Tobirama — he was afraid. Afraid that his brother, stubborn as he was, would become a casualty in the conflict his actions had sparked.

Inside the room, Tobirama sat silently, his face cold and unreadable.

Never — not in his wildest imagination — had he expected Kumogakure to retaliate so swiftly.

Yes, he had indeed sent men into the Land of Lightning to loot and plunder.

But he had a reason — a purpose behind it.

His research into the Edo Tensei required a large number of shinobi corpses.

He couldn't possibly obtain those bodies from within the Land of Fire — doing so would destroy the Senju clan's reputation.

Traveling to the Land of Water was an option, but the journey was perilous. Storms and treacherous seas made the voyage too risky.

That left only the Land of Lightning.

Its mountainous terrain and isolated clans meant news spread slowly, and Tobirama had believed this would minimize the risk of exposure.

But he had miscalculated.

The very first thing Kumogakure did upon forming their new hidden village was to settle old scores — and Tobirama's actions had placed Konoha squarely in their crosshairs.

If I had known this would happen... I should have been more careful.

"War..." Tobirama's eyes narrowed. His voice was a low growl.

"If Kumogakure truly dares to attack, I'll make sure they pay for it in full."

He had already made up his mind — if conflict erupted, he would fight with everything he had.

And when that moment came, they would see for themselves why he had sought out those corpses for his research.

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At the Hokage Office

Hashirama climbed the steps in haste, his heart heavy with concern.

Just as he reached the top, he ran into Madara Uchiha, who was strolling leisurely down the hall.

"Madara..." Hashirama's voice carried an unmistakable sadness.

His dream had been simple — to build a peaceful village where children wouldn't be forced to grow up on the battlefield.

Yet now, war seemed inevitable.

Worse still, it was his own brother's recklessness that had set these events in motion.

As the elder brother — a role much like that of a father — Hashirama felt the weight of responsibility; Tobirama's mistake was, ultimately, his own.

For the first time in a long while, Hashirama found himself questioning everything.

"Was I wrong...?" he muttered under his breath.

"Don't be ridiculous," Madara said firmly, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Kumogakure? Hmph. They aren't worth losing sleep over."

"Come on," Madara added, his tone firm yet calm. "Let's hear what Kyōsuke has to say."

"...Alright," Hashirama nodded reluctantly.

Together, they entered the Hokage's office — only to find Kyōsuke snoring soundly, sprawled across a collection of pushed-together sofas.

"...Really?" Madara muttered flatly.

"...Seriously?" Hashirama echoed with a sigh.

"You're here," Kyōsuke's shadow clone remarked, looking up from a pile of documents. The clone, busy reviewing paperwork, gestured casually toward the sofas.

"Take a seat. Why are you two just standing there?"

Madara's eyes narrowed, and his fingers twitched with barely contained irritation.

"You idiot…" he muttered, his voice dangerously low. "You've taken all the sofas for yourself. Where are we supposed to sit? The floor?"

Kyōsuke had pushed several couches together to create a makeshift bed. Clearly, he had been enjoying his rest.

"...I'll wake him up now," the shadow clone muttered awkwardly before dispersing itself.

The moment the clone vanished, the real Kyōsuke shot upright, blinking in confusion.

"What's going on?!" he blurted, his voice still heavy with sleep.

His eyes landed on the two men glaring at him. Clearing his throat hastily, he stumbled to rearrange the sofas, shoving them back into place. He even wiped off the footprints — as if that might somehow improve the mood.

"Ah... you're here!" Kyōsuke said with forced cheerfulness. "Go ahead, have a seat."

"You already said that," Madara growled.

"Calm down," Kyōsuke said, flashing a smile in an attempt to ease the tension. "If you keep scowling like that all day, you'll end up scaring the kids."

Before Madara could snap, Kyōsuke quickly shifted to a more serious demeanor.

"Let's get to the point," he said firmly. "First off, we can't hand anyone over."

"Not the Police Force's captain, not even the guard stationed at the front gate — we will not surrender a single one of our people to Kumogakure."

Hearing this, Hashirama finally felt a weight lift from his chest.

"So… are we preparing for war?" Madara asked.

"Seven thousand troops…" Kyōsuke murmured thoughtfully. He knew that defending against such an invasion would be incredibly difficult.

As the defending side, Konoha would need to commit several times that number to effectively guard the entire frontline. Otherwise, they'd be forced to scramble from point to point, constantly patching holes in their defenses.

That kind of reactive defense simply wouldn't work.

"This isn't a battle we can win by staying on the defensive," Kyōsuke declared.

When he explained his idea, Madara immediately voiced his approval.

"I agree," Madara said with a nod. "We can't let the flames of war spread into the Land of Fire."

"We strike first," he continued. "Forget their scattered soldiers — we aim for their weak points, strike hard, and cripple them before they can gain momentum."

"But…" Hashirama hesitated, his voice trailing off.

His reluctance was unmistakable. Deep down, Hashirama still hoped for a peaceful solution — a way to resolve this without bloodshed.

Seeing his hesitation, Kyōsuke patiently explained, "Hashirama, when someone bullies you, you can't just back down. If you show weakness once, they'll only come back to take more. And the next time… they'll take even more."

"The Land of Fire is rich — fertile soil, perfect for long-term growth and settlement. If we don't stand our ground now, next time it'll be the Land of Wind... or the Land of Earth."

Without waiting for Hashirama's response, Kyōsuke rose from his chair and moved to the window, his gaze fixed on the bustling streets below.

"Listen," Kyōsuke said gravely, his voice low but firm. "Our kindness and compassion should be reserved for our own people."

"When faced with darkness, words alone won't suffice — we have to respond with fire."

"If we want to avoid endless wars in the future, we can't just fight — we need to win. And win decisively."

"The Land of Lightning prides itself on its military strength," Kyōsuke sneered. "They boast of having the most powerful shinobi forces in the world? Fine — we'll make an example of them."

"We'll leave the bones of Kumogakure's fallen to rot on the battlefield — a warning to anyone foolish enough to challenge us."

One powerful punch now — to prevent a hundred strikes later.

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News of Kumogakure's aggressive movements quickly spread throughout the shinobi world.

Many were shocked — few had expected the newly formed Hidden Cloud to launch a major war so soon after its founding.

Yet before the tension could settle, Konoha delivered its answer.

"We will not hand anyone over. If you want war... then war it shall be."

The flames of battle were about to ignite — a war that would shake the very foundations of the shinobi world.

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