Young Clan Head Uchiha Madara

His gaze fixed on Uchiha Madara, Kyosuke couldn't snap out of his daze for a long time.

Memories were one thing, but seeing a familiar anime character in person evoked entirely different feelings.

"I didn't expect the Dance King to be quite handsome as a child."

Snapping back to reality, Kyosuke bowed to the Clan Head, Tajima, his naturally taciturn personality on full display.

Tajima not only didn't blame him but was actually very pleased with his demeanor.

A quiet personality was good; being inarticulate meant the young man could at most become an excellent tool.

It was a shame Tajima forgot that his eldest son, whom he had placed so much hope in, didn't seem to be a silver-tongued individual either.

"Come, sit down quickly. You must be tired from your journey," Tajima's old face was plastered with a fake smile.

Not just Kyosuke, even Madara-sama standing nearby felt uncomfortable.

If it weren't to witness this rising prodigy, he wouldn't have come to his father's side on his own accord.

Whether it was his father's methods or his way of dealing with people, Madara strongly disapproved from the bottom of his heart.

In his opinion, his father bore the main responsibility for the factional divisions within the clan.

If he were in charge, he would definitely suppress all factions and unite their strength to counter the Senju Clan.

"Sigh." With a soft sigh inwardly, Uchiha Madara suddenly took a step forward and asked indifferently, "You're Kyosuke, right? How's your Sharingan usage?"

"Reporting to the Young Clan Head."

"Just call me Madara."

Seeing this, Tajima interjected hypocritically from the side, "Yes, you're all brothers, why be so formal?"

Damn it, why didn't you say we were brothers when you sent me to the front lines?

Kyosuke rolled his eyes internally, thinking how truly awful this Clan Head was.

No wonder even his two sons disliked him. Without his terrifying strength, this little bit of capability would have gotten him killed a hundred times over already.

"My chakra isn't sufficient yet, so I can't keep my Sharingan active for long." As he spoke, Kyosuke quickly gathered his chakra, and a change occurred in his dark eyes.

Seeing his performance with his own eyes, Uchiha Tajima fell unusually silent.

Disregarding other factors, this feat alone was enough for him to invest heavily in recruiting the young man.

After a few insincere compliments, Tajima then told him to go home and rest.

"Settle in and rest well for a few days. I'll arrange an excellent teacher for you."

"Thank you for your kindness, Clan Head."

"Madara, he's about the same age as Izuna. Take care of him like you would your own brother from now on."

".I know."

Kyosuke wisely took his leave. If he stayed any longer, it would be too much of a test for the Clan Head's acting skills.

Unexpectedly, after a while, the Dance King caught up from behind.

"Kyosuke, you don't have many relatives in the clan. Tonight, I'll find some people to welcome you."

Seeing the young man about to refuse, Madara scratched his head in distress and added in a low voice, "This is Father's arrangement."

"Then thank you, Madara." Kyosuke's lips twitched, barely stopping himself from calling him the Dance King.

The two youths exchanged a smile, and the initial awkwardness dissipated significantly.

Prodigy Kyosuke, who had gone to the battlefield at the age of seven, deserved Uchiha Madara's respect.

They were two years apart, practically the same age.

The Dance King had mentioned earlier that the other had few relatives in the clan; didn't he himself lack friends?

The people around him were mostly gathered for his father's position as Clan Head.

Most of them were useless gluttons, and the arrogant Madara-sama naturally couldn't consider them friends.

Only Kyosuke was different. Even though the other presented himself humbly, he could clearly feel one thing.

They were true kindred spirits.

"It wasn't a wasted trip today." The Dance King strode away, looking quite pleased.

"I wonder where that kid Izuna has run off to. I'll call him over tonight too."

Watching the Young Clan Head leave, Kyosuke turned and walked towards the familiar door of his home.

When he was five, his parents had died in a mission, and he had survived only with the clan's help.

After undergoing ninja training, he quickly displayed extraordinary throwing skills.

This was also why he was conscripted into the Southern Legion as a reserve combatant.

In short, the Warring States Suicide Squad.

"Someone's cleaned up," Kyosuke noted impassively as he returned to his room, finding that even the bedding smelled fragrant.

Needless to say, it must have been another one of Tajima's attempts to win him over.

After tidying up the luggage he carried, dusk soon fell. Uchiha Madara arrived as promised, and he brought someone with him.

His own younger brother, Uchiha Izuna.

Stepping into his home, Madara couldn't help but frown slightly.

It couldn't be helped. Even after tidying up, Kyosuke's living conditions were excessively poor.

To put it this way, Little Naruto's shabby apartment was so much better than his place.

Uchiha Madara, who wasn't one for luxury, felt that the environment here didn't befit his newly acquainted good friend.

"Hey!" Madara-sama was contemplating where to get a house when Izuna, who looked like a complete brat, started yelling beside him, "You're Kyosuke, right? Brother said you're amazing, but I don't see it."

As a top-tier brother complex sufferer, he didn't acknowledge anyone as stronger than his brother.

Recently, rumors about Kyosuke had been circulating throughout the clan, making him eager to meet the other person for a long time.

"He's only a year older than me, nothing impressive." This was Izuna's thought.

Looking at the brat who was half a head shorter than him, Kyosuke paused and completely ignored him.

"Let's go, I'm hungry."

"Okay." Madara nodded, gesturing around as he said, "Want to go somewhere else? I know a few good places."

"Never mind, as long as it's a place to live." Kyosuke shook his head, not wanting to be too high-profile so soon after returning to the clan.

He knew without thinking that the "good places" the Dance King was talking about were luxurious mansions.

Why would a seven-year-old brat need such a spacious place? Anyway, there was a large open space in the backyard, which was more than enough for his usual training.

The two walked out side by side, while Izuna pouted and yelled indignantly, "Hey, hey, don't ignore me."

"Stop fooling around, let's eat first." A single sentence from his elder brother instantly quieted Izuna down.

Seeing this scene, Kyosuke couldn't help but sigh. The Uchiha clan was truly a gathering place for brother complexes and sister complexes.

Fortunately, he didn't have any similar relationships, otherwise, he would have to worry about the other party coveting his eyes.

Lost in thought, he suddenly heard Uchiha Madara beside him say, "By the way, Kii-kun has also returned to the clan. You brothers haven't seen each other in years, right?"

Kii-kun?

Hearing this name, Kyosuke was truly stunned for a long while.

As his thoughts churned, he finally remembered the existence of this person.

Uchiha Kei, his cousin who was four years older than him. From a bloodline perspective, they were indeed closely related.

The reasons why he couldn't recall him were complex.

Connecting it to a thought he just had, Kyosuke couldn't help but curve the corners of his mouth slightly and murmur, "Yeah, it's been many years."