Chapter: 33 It'll be Fine if your Father is Gone

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

He still looked gloomy as always, as if he disliked everyone he saw.

He wasn't exactly the most likeable person.

It is said that the Uchiha clan produces beautiful men and women, but the appearance of this clan leader… is really hard to describe.

Kyousuke silently complained in his heart but maintained the most basic respect on the surface.

"That's great, I knew I didn't misjudge you."

Uchiha Tajima patted the young man's shoulder, looking self-satisfied.

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

His shameless attitude made Uchiha Madara, who was opposite him, slightly turn his head, thinking to himself, "Father, please don't embarrass yourself."

After casually chatting for a while, the clan leader suddenly asked with great interest, "You two just fought, who won?"

Upon hearing this, Kyosuke and Madara exchanged a glance, both a little surprised.

In Kyosuke's eyes, Madara truly deserved to be the reincarnation of Indra's chakra. His strength had risen rapidly like a rocket.

Especially his physical strength, the eleven-year-old Dance King had already entered a rapid growth phase.

In their first direct confrontation, Kyosuke almost couldn't hold on to his weapon.

His physical strength had reached that of a jonin, chakra was at jonin level, and though his mental strength was hard to judge, Kyosuke couldn't recall anyone who could trap Uchiha Madara in a genjutsu.

With his unknown evolution of the Sharingan, Madara now possessed nearly the strength of a jonin at his peak.

The rate of progress was no less than Kyosuke's.

On the other side, Madara was equally amazed.

The boy was two years younger than him, but in a fight with someone his age, Madara felt like he might be defeated after just a few exchanges.

His sharp Kenjutsu, terrifying speed, and the need for full concentration when facing him made Madara cautious.

He had heard that Kyosuke had even developed a powerful form of lightning Jutsu, which was particularly suitable for the Uchiha clan to use.

Madara was eager to see it for himself. He also had the ability to use Lightning release, but he preferred to research fire techniques instead.

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

"I see."

Tajima's smile remained unchanged, as though he was genuinely pleased.

But Kyosuke wasn't buying it.

The old man was thick-skinned and devious, smiling while stabbing a knife in the back.

He couldn't understand how this person had fathered someone like the Dance King.

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

At the mention of his younger brother, Madara chuckled, "He heard you've been making a name for yourself in battle and started demanding to join the battlefield."

With a helpless glance at his father, Madara continued, "After father refused, Izuna locked himself in his room for intensive training. I can hardly see him anymore."

"Hahaha"

Kyosuke burst out laughing, his tone full of schadenfreude. "When I go to see him next time, I'll give him some motivation to continue getting stronger."

Motivation? Of course, it would be to beat him up and push him to work harder.

Izuna's strong-willed nature would surely drive him to train even more.

At least that way, he wouldn't end up getting cut down by someone in the future.

Kyosuke thought of Senju Tobirama, and an image suddenly appeared in his mind.

As he looked at the increasingly composed Dance King, Kyosuke knew that Madara had likely already begun his secret dealings with Hashirama.

"How far have those two developed?"

"I'm really curious."

Scratching his chin, Kyosuke suddenly slapped his leg and decided to tail them in another world.

Witnessing the scene where the two great gods come together—if he didn't experience it firsthand, it would truly be a regret.

Soon, the major figures of the battlefield arrived one by one.

With more than 200 ninjas at his command, Kyosuke had become an influential figure in the clan.

Except for the elders, no one dared to act arrogantly in front of him.

Perhaps Tajima was trying to show off his strength and warn him not to have any foolish ideas.

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

With Chidori in hand, he had the capital to recruit anyone.

As long as his strength continued to improve, no one could stop his rise.

In the future, the Uchiha clan would surely belong to him and Madara.

Others would either choose to submit or leave the battlefield and enjoy their retirement in the clan.

Uchiha Tajima was strong and skilled, but unfortunately, his vision was too narrow, making him incapable of achieving anything great.

At the banquet, Kyosuke drank freely without any hesitation, and even started a drinking contest with Madara.

Age?

That was a joke. No one present truly dared to treat him as a mere youth.

Anyone who had such thoughts had long become the victim of his short blade.

At night, Kyosuke and Madara walked under the night sky, chatting casually about their experiences on the battlefield.

"When will the war end?"

The Dance King suddenly became a bit sentimental.

With a glance at him, Kyousuke casually responded, "When the enemies are all dead, the war will naturally end."

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

His unspoken words made Kyosuke quite surprised.

"Just say whatever's on your mind. Why are you becoming so indecisive?"

"Oh."

Madara nodded blankly and finally spoke the words he hadn't even shared with his younger brother.

"Kyousuke, do you think it's possible for us to resolve the grudge with the Senju?"

"Hah? Are you brainwashed by Hashirama?!"

Kyosuke remained silent for a while, then gave a definitive answer.

"It's not hard to resolve the grudge. After fighting for a thousand years, we're not tired, but the other side is."

Madara looked at him in confusion, clearly not expecting such an answer from Kyosuke.

Not paying attention to Madara's surprised expression, Kyosuke continued with his thoughts.

"I ask you, how many people still mention the grudges of the previous generation? What about the generation before that?"

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

"Uh..."

Young Madara hesitated before answering, "Is it because everyone is… old?"

Actually, he wanted to say they were all dead, but felt it would be disrespectful to the fallen clan members.

In that moment, Madara seemed to grasp Kyosuke's point.

No matter how deep-rooted the hatred, it would fade with time.

Unknowingly, the grudges of the older generation were rarely mentioned.

To resolve the enmity, or even to build a village together, there was no need for excessive concern. Strength alone was enough to unify the two clans.

Want to stir up trouble?

One word: Kill!

After a few decades, all the old grudges would be forgotten.

The reason was simple: those who couldn't forget the hatred would have already died.

The new generation of ninjas grew up in villages, and it was difficult for them to empathize in the same way.

After a moment of contemplation, Kyosuke stopped.

His views came from the storyline's natural development.

In hell, many people would fight to survive.

But once they experienced paradise, it would be hard to return to hell.

That's why, in the end, Uchiha Madara was abandoned by everyone.

[Chapter End's]

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