Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara

The following day, the leaders of Konoha's various clan armies gathered in full.

"Let's skip the unnecessary chatter," Kyōsuke began sternly, his voice commanding attention. Clad in his pristine white ceremonial robes, he projected an air of absolute authority. "War is upon us. No matter what thoughts you may harbor privately, I will not tolerate anyone dragging their feet at a time like this."

He didn't elaborate on what the consequences would be — yet no one present was foolish enough to miss the veiled threat in his words.

If there was ever a time when Konoha stood united, it was when the Senju and Uchiha worked together as one.

Under such circumstances, no one dared to act recklessly.

The ruthless methods of the "God of Shinobi" remained fresh in people's memories — no one wished to meet the same fate as the former head of the Shimura clan.

Seeing no objections, Kyōsuke gave a satisfied nod.

"Good," he said. "Thank you all for your cooperation."

"Now," he continued, "I will be reorganizing our forces. Each army will have its ranks mixed, blending shinobi from various clans into every unit."

The room tensed.

The clan leaders immediately grasped the implications behind this move.

Kyōsuke wasn't merely promoting teamwork — this was a calculated maneuver to weaken the influence of clans over individual shinobi.

If a ninja no longer relied on their clan for security or advancement, how long would their loyalty to the clan persist?

Indeed, this was precisely Kyōsuke's intent.

He envisioned a Konoha that wasn't dominated by the old clan structures. Clans would still exist, but their importance could never outweigh the village itself.

By scattering the shinobis across mixed units, Kyōsuke would foster an identity that placed loyalty to Konoha above clan ties.

When the shinobi began to see themselves as Konoha ninja rather than Uchiha or Senju, only then would the village truly become a united force.

Taking out a set of command tokens he had prepared in advance, Kyōsuke scanned the gathered shinobi before locking eyes on a particular figure.

"Uchiha Kochou," Kyosuke called out.

"Present!" she answered firmly.

"You will take command of Konoha's First Army," Kyōsuke declared. "Your task is to hold the front lines against the Cloud Village's forces."

His gaze hardened.

"If even a single Cloud shinobi steps foot into the Land of Fire, you will answer for it with your life."

"I understand," Uchiha Kochou responded, her tone unwavering. "I won't fail."

"Sarutobi Sasuke," Kyōsuke's eyes shifted to the next figure.

"Here!"

"You'll command the Second Army. Your task is to intercept their forces by sea. The only ones permitted to set foot on our shores should be prisoners or corpses."

"Understood!" Sarutobi Sasuke answered without hesitation.

There was no doubt about Uchiha Kochou's strength — having successfully adapted to the power of the Sage Body enhanced cells, her abilities had skyrocketed.

She now stood firmly at the peak of Kage-level strength, and with her unique and unpredictable Mangekyo Sharingan techniques, Kochou was capable of challenging even an early-stage Super Kage existence.

Rumors from the Cloud Village mocked Konoha's recent military reforms, claiming their so-called "new ninja system" was nothing more than self-aggrandizing praise.

Well, Kyōsuke thought grimly, they'd soon learn firsthand how formidable Konoha's shinobi had become — even without unleashing their Super Kage-level warriors.

As for Sarutobi Sasuke, Kyōsuke considered him the strongest among the current clan leaders.

Were it not for Sasuke's unpredictable temperament, Kyōsuke would have appointed him Commander-in-Chief without question.

"Senju Tobirama," Kyōsuke's gaze shifted to the figure who had remained silent throughout.

". . . Here."

"You'll form a mobile strike force," Kyōsuke ordered. "Rely on your Flying Thunder God to swiftly reinforce any part of the battlefield."

His tone dropped, cold and severe.

"If you fail to redeem yourself, I'll have your head when this war ends."

". . . I understand," Tobirama replied quietly.

Kyōsuke ignored Hashirama's grateful glance.

He then picked up the Commander-in-Chief's seal — a mark of absolute military authority — and after a moment's thought, tossed it toward one particular figure in the crowd.

"As for the Commander-in-Chief of this war…"

"Uchiha Izuna," Kyōsuke called. "It's yours."

Catching the seal in one hand, Izuna's face split into a grin.

My brother always comes through, Izuna mused.

If Hashirama had become Hokage, when would I ever have gotten a chance like this?

Wait… something felt off.

Wasn't his whole goal to surpass Kyōsuke and take him down someday?

Ah well… Izuna thought with a shrug. First, I'll focus on killing the Raikage.

After all, as Commander-in-Chief, Izuna knew the ultimate prize would be taking the Raikage's head.

Using a White Zetsu clone obtained from the Black Zetsu, Kyōsuke orchestrated a carefully crafted scenario — a lifelike performance that immersed Izuna in a deeply personal experience. Through this intense roleplay, Kyōsuke successfully guided Izuna toward awakening a new Mangekyo Sharingan.

No two pairs of Mangekyo Sharingan are ever identical, and with this new pair of eyes, Izuna's awakened dojutsu naturally bore distinct abilities unlike his previous ones.

"Everyone," Kyōsuke's gaze swept across the assembled commanders, his tone firm and unyielding.

"This battle will be fought without us," he declared.

"The four of us . . . will not intervene."

"You must win this war without relying on our protection."

"Because," Kyōsuke concluded, "the future of Konoha depends on you."

"Understood!!" the assembled commanders roared in unison.

With that, the military leaders dispersed to rally their troops and prepare for the coming battle.

Kyōsuke had only named the commanders — how they organized their soldiers was left to their own judgment.

The allies they could gather, the bonds they could forge, and the strategies they employed — all of it would be a test of their leadership.

Uchiha Kochou had her close ties with Hyūga Yayoi, ensuring she could likely secure powerful allies from the Hyūga clan.

Sarutobi Sasuke maintained strong connections with the Shimura clan and was well-versed in political maneuvering. His influence across multiple clans would prove invaluable.

And as for Uchiha Izuna?

His reputation alone attracted powerful followers. Word had already reached Kyōsuke's ears that the Nara clan had quietly begun aligning with Izuna, hedging their bets on him possibly becoming the Second Hokage.

Kyosuke wasn't particularly worried about these political maneuvers. His primary concern lay elsewhere — the enigmatic strength of the First Raikage, A.

The five Kage who had brought an end to the Warring States Period were no ordinary figures. Each had proven themselves to be a formidable presence.

And no matter how confident Kyōsuke was in Konoha's strength, he couldn't shake off the unease surrounding the unknown threat that the Raikage posed.

"Kyōsuke, you brat!"

A familiar voice boomed from the hallway.

Kyōsuke sighed and let out a bitter chuckle — a headache was already creeping in.

The office door swung open, and an elderly man with streaks of white hair strode in. His face, lined with wrinkles, twisted into a scowl as he glared at Kyōsuke with a fiery gaze.

"You ungrateful brat," the old man huffed, his whiskers practically twitching in irritation.

Kyōsuke coughed lightly and gestured toward a chair.

"Elder Rei, please have a seat."

The visitor was none other than Uchiha Rei — the former commander of the Southern Corps and a seasoned veteran well past his sixties.

Yet despite his age, his spirit remained as fiery as ever.

Upon hearing news of the impending war, the old man had stubbornly insisted on joining the front lines.

Clearly, he wasn't thinking straight — sending someone of his age to the battlefield was madness.

Uchiha Madara had tried reasoning with him but ultimately resorted to avoiding the man altogether — which unfortunately left Kyōsuke to deal with the aftermath.

Sighing inwardly, Kyōsuke walked over and personally helped the old man to the sofa. He then poured a cup of tea and offered it with a respectful smile.

"Elder Rei, please enjoy some tea."

"Hmph! Don't try to butter me up," the old man grumbled. Yet despite his harsh words, it was clear he appreciated the attention.

Sensing the elder's mood softening, Kyōsuke seized the opportunity to explain.

"It's not that I don't trust you," he said earnestly. "But the truth is, the village has too few experienced commanders right now."

"The younger generation… they haven't experienced large-scale wars between nations. They don't understand just how terrifying a battle involving tens of thousands of shinobi can be."

"Keeping you off the front lines isn't about doubting your abilities — it's about giving these young shinobis a chance to learn through real experience. Only then can they grow strong enough to protect the village in the long run."

". . . You brat," Elder Rei muttered, his stern expression loosening slightly.

He understood — Kyōsuke's words made sense. Still, idle life felt unbearably dull.

"Well… since I can't join the war," Elder Rei began, clearing his throat awkwardly, "a few of us old-timers came up with an idea."

"Oh?" Kyōsuke raised an eyebrow.

"We've decided to volunteer at the Ninja Academy," Rei announced proudly. "What's that position called again?"

"Guest professors?" Kyōsuke suggested.

"Yes! That's it!" The old man's face lit up. "We figured we couldn't let a lifetime of experience go to waste. Better to pass it down than take it to the grave."

Kyōsuke couldn't help but laugh softly. So that's what this was all about...

"Alright," Kyōsuke agreed with a smile. "I'll make the arrangements later."

The wisdom of those who had survived countless battles was priceless. For the students of the Ninja Academy, this would be an incredible opportunity — a chance to learn directly from those who had endured and thrived in the harshest conflicts.

After all, as the saying went:

An elder in the family is a treasure indeed.

..

..

[IMAGE]

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[Chapter End's]

🖤 Night_FrOst/ Patreon 🤍

Visit my Patreon for Early Chapter:

https://www.patreon.com/Night_FrOst

Extra Content Already Available