It'd Be Great If Your Dad Were Dead

After a long time, Kyosuke finally saw Uchiha Tajma again.

He still looked gloomy all day long, as if everyone displeased him. He was utterly unlikable.

They said the Uchiha Clan produced nothing but handsome men and beautiful women, but this clan head's looks... were truly hard to describe.

Kyosuke grumbled inwardly, but he maintained the most basic respect on the surface.

"Excellent. I knew I hadn't misjudged you." Tajma patted the young man's shoulder, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

Anyone unaware of the truth might have thought Kyosuke's rise had something to do with him.

His shamelessness made even Uchiha Madara turn his head slightly away, thinking, Father, please stop embarrassing yourself.

After casually exchanging a few words, the clan head suddenly asked with great interest, "You two brothers just had a spar. Who won?"

Hearing that, Kyosuke and Madara exchanged glances, both somewhat surprised.

In Kyosuke's view, Lord Madara truly deserved to be Indra's Chakra reincarnation. His strength had risen as rapidly as a rocket.

Especially his Body Strength. At just over eleven years old, the Dance King had already entered a period of explosive growth.

During their first direct clash, Kyosuke had nearly failed to keep hold of his weapon.

His Body Strength had reached Jonin level, his Chakra had reached Jonin level, and his Mental Strength was hard to judge. Still, Kyosuke did not remember anyone ever managing to trap Uchiha Madara in an illusion.

Combined with a Sharingan whose level of evolution was unknown, Lord Madara currently possessed strength close to the peak of Jonin level.

His rate of improvement was no less impressive than Kyosuke's.

On the other side, Madara was no less astonished.

Kyosuke was more than two years younger than him. If they had fought at the same age, Madara might have been defeated within a few exchanges.

His swordsmanship was sharp, and his speed was terrifying. Madara did not dare let his attention waver in the slightest while fighting him.

He had heard that Kyosuke had also created an extremely powerful Lightning Release, one especially suited for the Uchiha Clan.

Madara very much wanted to see it for himself. He too was capable of using Lightning Release, though he usually preferred studying Fire Release.

"A draw," Madara answered his father's question.

"I see." Tajma's smile did not fade, as though he were genuinely delighted.

Unfortunately, Kyosuke was not buying any of it.

The old man was thick-skinned and black-hearted. He was the sort who smiled while driving a knife into you.

Who knew how he had produced a son like the Dance King?

After casually looking around, Kyosuke suddenly asked curiously, "Where's Izuna? Why didn't that kid come welcome me?"

Hearing that, brother-obsessed Madara immediately laughed. "Him? After learning that you'd achieved repeated merits in battle, he began crazily demanding to go to the battlefield himself."

Glancing at his helpless father, Madara continued, "After Father refused, Izuna shut himself away to train. Even I can hardly catch sight of him now."

"Hahaha." Kyosuke laughed loudly, his tone full of gloating. "I'll go see him sometime and give him a little more motivation to keep getting stronger."

What motivation?

Naturally, it meant beating him up openly and honestly. Given Izuna's competitive nature, he would definitely train even harder afterward.

It was good that he knew how to work hard. That way, he would not end up getting cut down by someone in the future.

That would be utterly embarrassing.

At the thought of Senju Tobirama, a figure suddenly sprang into Kyosuke's mind.

Looking at the increasingly composed Dance King, he knew that Madara had probably begun secretly meeting with Hashirama.

How far have those two gotten?

I'm really curious.

Kyosuke rubbed his chin, then slapped his thigh and decided to do some otherworldly stalking.

It would be far too regrettable not to personally experience the scene of the Dual Gods meeting.

Before long, the various big shots from the main battlefield arrived one after another.

With more than two hundred ninjas under his command, Kyosuke had become a powerful and highly sought-after figure within the clan.

Other than the elders, no one dared put on airs before him.

Perhaps Tajma also wanted to use this opportunity to flex his muscles and warn Kyosuke not to entertain any other strange ideas.

As for that, Kyosuke did not care in the slightest.

With Chidori in hand, he had the means to recruit anyone. As long as his strength continued to improve, no one could stop his rise.

In the future, the Uchiha Clan was destined to belong to him and Madara.

Everyone else could either submit or leave the battlefield and return to the clan to enjoy retirement.

Uchiha Tajma was strong and skilled at maneuvering, but his vision was far too narrow. He was destined never to achieve anything great.

During the banquet, Kyosuke drank freely without the slightest restraint, even competing with Madara to see who could hold their liquor better.

Their age?

What a joke. No one present truly dared treat him as a youth.

Anyone who had thought that way had become a corpse beneath that Short Sword.

At night, Kyosuke and Madara strolled through the darkness, chatting intermittently about their experiences on the battlefield.

"When will this war finally end?" the Dance King suddenly asked, sounding somewhat sentimental.

Kyosuke glanced at him and replied flatly, "When all the enemies are dead, the war will naturally end."

"Yeah." Madara looked up at him, unusually hesitant.

His appearance of wanting to speak but stopping greatly surprised Kyosuke.

"If you have something to say, say it. Why have you become so wishy-washy?"

"Oh." Uchiha Madara nodded stupidly, finally voicing something he had not even told his younger brother. "Kyosuke, do you think it's possible for us to resolve our feud with the Senju?"

Huh? Did Hashirama brainwash you or something?! Kyosuke fell silent for a long while before giving him an affirmative answer. "Resolving the feud actually isn't difficult. We've been killing each other for a thousand years. Even if we aren't tired, they are."

Madara shot him a strange look. He likely never expected Kyosuke to give such an answer.

Ignoring the Dance King's startled reaction, Kyosuke continued explaining his thoughts.

"Tell me, how many people still bring up the hatred of the previous generation? What about the generation before that?"

"Very few, right? Do you know why?"

"Uh..." Madara hesitated before answering, "Because everyone... got old."

In truth, he had wanted to say they were all dead, but he felt that would be somewhat disrespectful to the clan's fallen heroes.

In a daze, he seemed to understand Kyosuke's thoughts.

No matter how unforgettable the hatred, it would slowly fade with time. Before one knew it, few people still mentioned the grudges of the older generation.

To resolve the hatred and even build their ideal village together, they did not need to worry about so much. It would be enough to forcefully unite the two clans.

Anyone dared make trouble?

One word: Kill!

Thirty to fifty years would be enough to resolve the conflicts that had accumulated in the past.

The reason was simple. Everyone who could not forget their hatred would be dead.

The new generation of ninjas would grow up in the village from birth. It would be difficult for them to possess the same empathy.

Kyosuke stopped, still somewhat unsatisfied. His views actually all came from how the original story had developed.

When people lived in hell, many could fight for survival.

But once they had experienced heaven, it became difficult for them to return to hell.

That was also why Uchiha Madara would ultimately end up abandoned by everyone.