Prodigy Kyosuke: Young Clan Head Uchiha Madara

Kyosuke's gaze stayed fixed on Uchiha Madara, and for a long time, he couldn't come back to himself.

Memories were one thing, but seeing a familiar anime character with his own eyes naturally felt very different.

"I never expected the Dance King to be such a handsome kid."

After coming back to himself, Kyosuke bowed to Clan Head Tajima, displaying his quiet, introverted nature to the fullest.

Tajima not only didn't blame him for it, but was very pleased with his performance.

An introverted personality was good. Being poor at conversation meant the boy could at most become an excellent tool.

Unfortunately, Tajima had forgotten that his eldest son, whom he placed such high hopes in, didn't seem particularly eloquent either.

"Come, sit down. You must be tired after the journey." Tajima's old face was covered in a false smile.

Not only Kyosuke, but even Madara-sama standing nearby found it hard to watch.

If he hadn't wanted to meet this rising star of a genius, he wouldn't have come to his father's side of his own accord.

Madara deeply disapproved of both his father's methods and his way of dealing with people.

In his opinion, his father bore the primary responsibility for the divisions between factions within the clan.

If he took over, he could surely suppress all sides and unite their forces against the Senju Clan.

Sigh. With an inward sigh, Uchiha Madara suddenly stepped forward and asked coolly, "Kyosuke, right? How well can you use your Sharingan?"

"Young Clan Head—"

"Just call me Madara."

Seeing this, Tajima interjected with false sincerity, "Yes, you're all brothers. There's no need to be so formal."

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

Kyosuke rolled his eyes inwardly, thinking that this Clan Head was a real piece of work.

No wonder even his two sons couldn't stand him. If not for his terrifying strength, with skills like his, he'd have been killed a hundred times over by now.

"My Chakra isn't sufficient yet, so I can't keep my Sharingan activated for long." As he spoke, Kyosuke quickly gathered Chakra, and his pitch-black eyes suddenly changed.

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

Putting aside all other factors, this alone was enough for him to spare no expense in winning the boy over.

After a few insincere words of praise, Tajima told him to go home and rest.

"Make yourself at home and get some rest 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. From now on, look after him as you would a younger brother."

".I understand."

Kyosuke tactfully took his leave first. If he stayed any longer, it would really test the Clan Head's acting skills.

Unexpectedly, a while later, the Dance King came after him.

"Kyosuke, you don't have many relatives in the clan, so tonight I'll find some people and throw you a welcome dinner."

Seeing that the boy was about to refuse, Madara scratched his head in frustration and added quietly, "It's Father's arrangement."

"Then thanks, Madara." Kyosuke's mouth twitched. He'd nearly called him the Dance King.

The two boys smiled at each other, and some of the awkwardness between them faded away.

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

They were two years apart, close enough in age to be considered peers.

The Dance King had said earlier that Kyosuke didn't have many relatives in the clan. But wasn't he himself short on friends, too?

Most people around him had gathered because of his father's position as Clan Head.

Most of them were useless good-for-nothings, and the proud Madara-sama naturally couldn't consider them friends.

Kyosuke alone was different. Even though the other boy acted very humbly, Madara could clearly sense one thing.

They were truly alike.

"I didn't come here for nothing today." The Dance King strode away, looking to be in a pretty good mood.

"I wonder where that kid Izuna ran off to. I'll invite him along tonight, too."

After seeing the Young Clan Head off, Kyosuke turned and headed for the home he remembered.

When he was five, his parents had died on a mission. He'd survived only thanks to the clan's help.

After beginning his training as a ninja, he soon displayed exceptional skill with throwing weapons.

That was why he'd been recruited into the Southern Legion as a reserve combatant.

In short, the Warring States version of a suicide squad.

"Someone's cleaned the place." Kyosuke returned to his room without showing his thoughts and found that even the bedding smelled lovely.

Needless to say, it was another of Tajima's attempts to win him over.

After unpacking his luggage, night soon fell. Uchiha Madara arrived as promised, bringing someone with him.

His younger brother, Uchiha Izuna.

As he stepped into Kyosuke's home, Madara's brow furrowed slightly.

There was no helping it. Even after it had been tidied up, the living conditions in Kyosuke's home were still far too poor.

To put it this way, even Little Naruto's rundown apartment was better than this by who knew how much.

Uchiha Madara wasn't someone who cared about luxury, but even he felt the place was unworthy of his new friend.

"Hey!" While Madara-sama was thinking about where he could get a house, Izuna, who looked like a little kid, started shouting beside him. "You're Kyosuke, right? My brother says you're really impressive, but I don't see it."

As an extreme brother-con, he refused to admit that anyone could be better than his brother.

Lately, rumors about Kyosuke had been spreading all over the clan, and Izuna had wanted to meet him for a long time.

"He's only a year older than me. There's nothing special about him." That was Izuna's opinion.

Looking at the kid who was half a head shorter than him, Kyosuke paused, then simply ignored him.

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

"Okay." Madara nodded, then pointed around them. "Want to go somewhere else? I know a few good places."

"Forget it. As long as it's livable, it's fine." Kyosuke shook his head, not wanting to make a show of himself right after returning to the clan.

The good places the Dance King had in mind were obviously luxurious mansions.

He was a seven-year-old kid. What did he need so much space for? The spacious yard out back was more than enough for his daily training.

The two walked out side by side. Izuna, standing beside them, pouted and complained unhappily, "Hey, hey! Don't ignore me!"

"Stop it. Let's eat first." One word from his older brother instantly quieted Izuna.

Seeing this, Kyosuke couldn't help thinking that the Uchiha Clan really was full of brother-cons and little-brother-cons.

Good thing he didn't have a relationship like that, or he'd have to worry about someone coveting his eyes.

Lost in thought, he heard Uchiha Madara beside him say, "By the way, Kii-kun has returned to the clan, too. You two cousins haven't seen each other in years, have you?"

Kii-kun?

At the name, Kyosuke was genuinely stunned for a good while.

As his thoughts churned, he finally remembered the man.

Uchiha Kei, his cousin who was four years older than him. By blood, the two of them really were close relatives.

The reasons he couldn't remember him were complicated.

Thinking of the thought that had just crossed his mind, Kyosuke's lips couldn't help curling slightly. He muttered under his breath, "Yeah, it's been a long time."