Your Dad Is Gone

After a long time, Kyosuke finally met Uchiha Tajima again.

He still looked gloomy all day, as if he disliked everyone he saw, completely unlikable.

They all say the Uchiha produce handsome men and beautiful women, but this Clan Head's looks were truly hard to describe.

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

"Wonderful, I really didn't misjudge you." Tajima patted the young man's shoulder, looking self-satisfied.

Anyone who didn't know would think Kyosuke's rise had something to do with him.

His shameless behavior made Uchiha Madara on the opposite side slightly turn his head, thinking, Father, please don't embarrass me.

After a few casual remarks, the Clan Head suddenly asked with great interest, "You two brothers just fought, what was the outcome?"

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

In Kyosuke's opinion, Madara-sama was indeed the reincarnation of Indra Chakra, his strength increasing at a rocket-like pace.

Especially his physical strength, the Dance King, who was past eleven, had already entered his rapid growth phase.

In their first clash, Kyosuke almost couldn't hold onto his weapon.

His physical strength reached Jonin level, his Chakra reached Jonin level, and his mental strength was hard to judge, but he didn't recall anyone being able to trap Uchiha Madara in Genjutsu.

Coupled with a Sharingan whose evolution was unknown, the current Madara-sama possessed strength close to the peak of Jonin.

His rate of improvement was no less than his own.

On the other hand, Madara was no less amazed.

This young man was more than two years younger than him. In a fight between peers, he might have been defeated in a few exchanges.

His sharp swordsmanship and terrifying speed meant he couldn't afford the slightest distraction when fighting him.

He heard that Kyosuke had also created a very powerful Lightning Release technique, especially suitable for the Uchiha clan to use.

Madara really wanted to see it for himself. He also had the ability to use Lightning Release, but he usually preferred to study Fire Style.

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

"Is that so?" Tajima's smile remained unchanged, seemingly genuinely happy.

Unfortunately, Kyosuke didn't buy it at all.

The old guy was thick-skinned and black-hearted, the kind who would smile while stabbing you in the back.

He wondered how he had produced a son like the Dance King.

Glancing around casually, Kyosuke suddenly asked curiously, "Where's Izuna? Why isn't that kid here to greet me?"

Hearing this, the brother-complex Madara chuckled: "Him? When he heard you were repeatedly achieving great feats, he started frantically demanding to go to the battlefield."

Glancing at his helpless father, Madara continued, "After Father refused, Izuna began to seclude himself and cultivate intensely. It's hard for me to even see him now."

"Hahaha," Kyosuke burst out laughing, his tone full of schadenfreude: "When I have time, I'll go see him and give him some motivation to keep getting stronger."

Motivation for what?

Of course, it was to beat him up openly. The naturally competitive Izuna would definitely cultivate even harder.

It's good that he's working hard, lest he gets sliced in half by someone in the future.

What a disgrace.

Thinking of Tobirama Senju, a figure immediately popped into Kyosuke's mind.

Looking at the increasingly steady aura of the Dance King, he knew in his heart that the other party must have started their secret rendezvous with Hashirama.

"How far have the two of them developed?"

"I'm really curious."

Scratching his chin, Kyosuke slapped his thigh and decided to do some interdimensional tailing.

It would be too regrettable not to personally experience the scene of the two gods meeting.

Soon, the major figures from the main battlefield arrived one after another.

With over 200 ninja under his command, Kyosuke was already a hot commodity and a powerful figure within the clan.

Except for the elders, no one dared to put on airs in front of him.

Perhaps Tajima wanted to show off his strength, warning him not to have any other wild ideas.

As for this, Kyosuke expressed that he didn't care at all.

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

In the future, the Uchiha would undoubtedly be his and Madara's domain.

Everyone else would either choose to surrender or leave the battlefield and enjoy their retirement in the clan.

Uchiha Tajima was strong enough and skilled in his methods, but unfortunately, his vision was too narrow, and he was destined not to achieve great things.

During the banquet, Kyosuke drank without restraint, even starting a drinking competition with Madara.

Age?

It's just a joke; no one present truly dared to treat him as a mere youth.

Those who held such thoughts had all become souls claimed by that short sword.

At night, Kyosuke and Madara strolled under the darkness, chatting about their battlefield experiences in a desultory manner.

"When will this war ever end?" the Dance King suddenly became a little melancholic.

Glancing at him, Kyosuke responded indifferently, "When all the enemies are dead, the war will naturally end."

"Yeah." Madara looked up at him, showing a rare hint of hesitation.

His appearance, as if wanting to speak but stopping, greatly surprised Kyosuke.

"Just say what you want to say. Why have you become so indecisive now?"

"Oh." Uchiha Madara nodded foolishly, finally voicing words he hadn't even shared with his own brother: "Kyosuke, do you think it's possible for us to resolve our grievances with the Senju?"

Has this guy been brainwashed by Hashirama?!

Kyosuke remained silent for a long time, then gave him a definitive answer: "Resolving grievances isn't actually difficult. After a thousand years of fighting, if we're not tired, they must be."

Casting him a strange look, Uchiha Madara likely never expected Kyosuke to give such an answer.

Ignoring the Dance King's startled reaction, Kyosuke continued to elaborate on his thoughts.

"Let me ask you, how many people still bring up the hatred of the previous generation? Or the generation before that?"

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

"Uh." Young Madara hesitated before answering, "Because everyone... is old."

In reality, he wanted to answer "everyone is dead," but felt that would be disrespectful to the ancestors of his clan.

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

No matter how deeply ingrained the hatred, it would slowly fade with time. Unbeknownst to them, few people brought up the grudges of the older generation anymore.

To resolve hatred, and even to jointly build their ideal village, there was no need to worry so much. A strong hand forcing the integration of the two clans would be enough.

Dared to cause trouble?

One word: kill!

Thirty to fifty years would be enough to resolve the accumulated conflicts of the past.

The reason was simple: those who couldn't forget their hatred were all dead.

The new generation of ninja, born and raised in the village, would find it difficult to possess the same empathy.

He stopped, as if still wanting to say more. Kyosuke's views actually stemmed from the story's original plot development.

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

But once they had tasted heaven, it was very difficult to return to hell.

This was also why Uchiha Madara eventually ended up abandoned by everyone.