Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara

Chapter 304: The Downfall of Senju Tobirama

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Sanfang had been defeated!

The power of the Eighth Gate, after all, was drawn from sacrificing one's own life in exchange for an overwhelming surge of chakra.

However, before he could even unleash his full strength, Yayoi cunningly struck him from behind with a sudden and devastating blow.

With just a slight tug of the small fishing hook, seventy percent of his chakra vanished without a trace in an instant.

The little that remained would have been more than enough to handle an ordinary Kage-level opponent, but to confront Yayoi, who had ascended to the level of the Six Paths, was nothing short of a farce.

Droplets of blood shattered in the air, splattering and falling like crimson rain. Lowering his head, Sanfang stared at the woman's hand, now piercing cleanly through his chest. Strangely, a gentle smile appeared at the corners of his lips, a smile so tender it seemed almost serene.

"At long last," he murmured softly.

"You have finally been willing to touch me of your own accord."

In everyday life, many had witnessed men groveling for love, but to witness someone grovel to such an extent was a rare and tragic sight indeed.

For a moment, countless onlookers were deeply moved, their hearts filled with a complicated sorrow.

Even Uchiha Kochou, who stood nearby, couldn't help but feel the urge to step forward and reward him for his unmatched dedication.

To pursue someone with such shameless persistence, truly, he could be called the number one "licker" throughout the ages.

Had Ky?suke been present to hear her thoughts, he would have surely scoffed and dismissed them.

Across the ages, he might be recognized as the greatest, but when it came to the future, there would never be a shortage of grandmasters in the art of shameless adoration.

Take, for instance, a certain young man who chased after Sasuke for hundreds of episodes.

Even when hurt, betrayed, insulted, and scolded, he would merely smile faintly and never once abandon the one he pursued.

To adore was his way, to persist in adoration was his very nind?—his ninja way.

Among all the reincarnations of Asura, had any of them managed to grasp even a third of Naruto's tenacity in devotion, the age-old quarrel with Indra would never have dragged on for so long.

Compared to the Child of Prophecy, Sanfang's meager and pitiful efforts were hardly worth mentioning.

"Yes, you should be happy," Yayoi replied, her voice still as emotionless as ever, her expression unmoved and cold.

Without hesitation, she forcefully withdrew her blood-soaked hand, and with a merciless backhanded strike, Sanfang's life came to an abrupt end. His part in this grand play had been brought to its final curtain.

"Hey," Uchiha Kochou leaned over, her voice filled with curiosity as she asked, "is that Ten Tails a clone? You even managed to hide it from me. That is just too much."

"If you have something to say, say it properly," Yayoi responded without even looking at her.

"Could you possibly make one for me as well?"

"What, is it because the cucumbers in your house are not enough anymore?"

". . . Ever since you stepped down as Hokage, you have truly become more and more shameless."

The two women exchanged light banter, but soon their gazes shifted toward the enormous water sphere that loomed in the distance.

There, Tobirama was still locked in a fierce struggle against Izuna and Nawaki.

Despite several attempts to launch surprise attacks using the Flying Thunder God Technique, Tobirama had been unable to break through the shield of Yasaka Magatama. Otherwise, with Nawaki's meager skills, he would have already been beheaded long ago.

A deep hatred festered in Tobirama's heart.

By his original plans, victory should have been well within his grasp.

Yet now, things had been turned upside down. His own forces were caught completely off guard, all because of a single traitor from within — Senju Nawaki.

It was due to Nawaki stepping forward and taking the blame that the Hokage faction had been able to launch their grand and open extermination campaign against the Senju.

Later, they could simply heap all the blame onto Nawaki's shoulders. Perhaps Uchiha Haruto would even manage to squeeze out a few crocodile tears at their memorial.

"When exactly was this traitor turned against us?!" Tobirama could not fathom where things had gone wrong.

If it had been after joining the ANBU, by that time Nawaki had already been an adult with firmly established values. Such a person could not have been easily swayed with a few persuasive words.

Thus, the transformation must have occurred much earlier, during his school years.

It must have been something involving a teacher at the academy.

As he pondered this, a vague silhouette suddenly flashed through Tobirama's mind.

If one wished to instill the hatred needed to make a man raise his blade against his own clan, it would require long-term, relentless, and careful brainwashing.

The only person capable of such a thing was the special instructor Tobirama himself had personally selected.

"I never imagined," Tobirama thought bitterly, "that I would be outwitted by my own arrangements."

"Was it Uchiha Kochou's doing?"

"No," he quickly denied the possibility, "that woman does not possess such intricate schemes."

Surveying the battlefield around him, Tobirama let out a bitter and sorrowful laugh. He understood that the fate of the Senju was already sealed.

Unless his elder brother miraculously returned from the dead, there was no saving them now, no matter who came to their aid.

"In the end, it is your victory," he muttered quietly.

Lifting his hands, he formed a series of seals without hesitation. His figure flickered as he used the Flying Thunder God Technique to teleport, appearing beside several young members of the Senju clan.

"At the very least," he whispered, "I must preserve a few seeds of hope."

Flying Thunder God Technique!

Watching Tobirama's figure vanish within the barrier, Nawaki immediately descended from mid-air, his voice anxious as he shouted, "Granduncle has escaped! Why are none of you giving chase?"

"Escape?" Uchiha Kochou sneered coldly. "With that pitiful skill of his, it would be a miracle if he could truly run far."

"This..." Nawaki was stunned, unable to comprehend the supreme confidence they displayed.

He shook his head lightly, his face showing a trace of confusion. However, he had no intention of probing deeper into the matter.

As the ruler of Konoha Village, it was only natural that the Hokage would possess certain hidden cards unknown to others. There was no need for him to question it too much.

At present, what he needed to focus on was eliminating the remaining unstable elements.

After that, he would leave Konoha Village, carrying the burden of a traitor's name, and continue to protect peace in the shadows as a rough ninja.

"To bear the weight of sin and live alone, this is the true way a shinobi should walk."

At that moment, Nawaki was deeply moved by his own spirit of sacrifice, feeling a profound sense of pride welling up in his heart.

FWOOSH—!!!

After performing more than a dozen teleportations in succession, Tobirama finally managed to break free of Konoha's sphere of influence.

The Land of Fire was scattered with his Flying Thunder God markers. Moving across great distances was a simple matter. The real problem lay in how he would settle the surviving members of his clan.

"We cannot stay in the Land of Fire," he thought grimly. "If necessary, we will have to move to another nation, find some small, remote village, and quietly live out our days."

Tobirama's requirements were not high. As long as the Senju clan's bloodline could continue, that would be enough for him.

Yet now, even this modest wish seemed incredibly difficult to achieve.

Gazing at the frightened and disoriented clansmen gathered before him, Tobirama was just about to open his mouth to give instructions when, without a sound, a portal opened behind him.

Before he could react, a cold hand silently reached out and pressed against his back. In that instant, Tobirama's senses flared in alarm, realizing that something was wrong.

However, it was already far too late for him to escape.

The unique patterns of a sealing technique swiftly spread across his body, forcibly severing his connection to the spatial coordinates he had marked.

Ignoring the kunai that flew toward him as a last-ditch counterattack, a man in a dark cloak stepped slowly out from the portal. From beneath the mask he wore, a hoarse and mocking laughter echoed in the cold air.

"Senju Tobirama... I never thought I would live to see you reduced to this."

CLAANG!!

The kunai struck its target with precision, but the next moment, it was snapped cleanly in half. A sharp, metallic sound rang out, crisp and jarring.

"How... how could this be?!" Tobirama's face was filled with disbelief.

In the world of shinobi, no matter how strong a person's body was, physical toughness was still within the bounds of muscle density and strength. At most, it would mean moving faster, hitting harder, surviving longer.

There was simply no such thing as someone using their body to directly deflect weapons.

Yet today, that very belief was shattered before his eyes.

"Kehehehehe... Is that really all you are capable of?" The cloaked man mocked mercilessly. "No wonder the Senju Clan ended up being destroyed. With a clan leader as useless as you, it was inevitable."

"You bastard!" Tobirama, already past fifty years of age, had rarely suffered such humiliation in his life.

Gritting his teeth, he took a small step back to stabilize his stance and then swiftly wove hand seals with practiced speed.

From his mouth, a highly compressed jet of water burst forth, carving a deep gouge into the ground with terrifying force.

Water Release: Water Severing Wave!

The power of the technique was formidable, capable of slicing through gold and steel alike, severing even the hardest metals with ease.

Tobirama refused to believe that the enemy could withstand such an attack with his bare body.

Yet what happened next left him even more stunned.

The sharp, high-pressure water spear, instead of cutting the enemy down, was effortlessly absorbed into nothingness right before his eyes.

The enemy's eye, hidden beneath the mask, glowed with an ominous light.

Rinnegan: Blocking Technique Absorption Seal!

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