Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 213: Sanfang, Burning with Jealousy

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"." Faced with the man’s sudden confession, Yayoi’s expression remained unchanged, her silence neither an acceptance nor a rejection.

Seeing this, Sanfang did not press further. Today, his goal was not to make her accept him.

Rather, it was to make her understand—he had the power to protect her.

"Lord Kyōsuke, would you be willing to grant me a match?" Sanfang asked, his tone sharp and aggressive, as if he did not recognize the man before him.

"Insolence!" An Uchiha clansman could no longer hold back. "Do you know who you are speaking to? Lord Kyōsuke’s status is far beyond your reach. What right do you have to challenge him?"

As the words fell, the Uchiha clansman turned, his sharp gaze locking onto the other side. His voice carried an unmistakable weight as he demanded, "Senju Tobirama, what exactly are you planning by bringing this man here?"

SWISH!

In an instant, the Uchiha warriors took a collective step forward, their killing intent surging like a tidal wave, pressing toward the Senju brothers at the front without the slightest restraint.

No one had expected the situation to escalate so suddenly. Many of the clan leaders present, witnessing the Uchiha’s oppressive stance for the first time, were deeply taken aback.

"It’s hard to blame them for reacting this way," murmured the reserved Aburame clan head as he quietly stepped aside. Yet, deep inside, he found himself leaning toward the Uchiha.

From start to finish, today’s incident had been orchestrated by the Senju. As if one Hyūga Yayoi wasn’t enough, now they had introduced an unknown man into the fray.

Was this not a blatant attempt to intensify the conflict?

It wasn’t just the Aburame clan head who harbored such thoughts— even Sarutobi Sasuke found himself unsettled, a faint regret stirring within him.

Had he been too hasty in entrusting the child to Senju Tobirama’s care? Looking at the situation now, it seemed the man’s judgment was proving to be more than a little reckless.

"...This is bad."

Tobirama’s pupils contracted. He had not expected his mere test to trigger such a chain reaction.

But there was no helping it. Sanfang’s arrogance was simply too blatant. Every word he spoke, every gesture he made, carried the undeniable implication that he did not place the God of Shinobi in his eyes at all.

Regardless of how people viewed Kyōsuke, one fact remained indisputable—his talent was unparalleled in history.

Madara and Hashirama were already once-in-a-century prodigies, yet Kyōsuke’s presence had continuously overshadowed them both.

His strength in this era carried a weight that perhaps even exceeded the exaggerated rumors surrounding him.

With his strength acknowledged by all, for some unknown nobody to suddenly emerge, acting as if he could defeat Kyōsuke with ease— was it any wonder that such arrogance sparked immense resentment?

"Enough."

Yayoi, who had remained silent all this time, finally spoke. Her voice was calm, yet the weight behind it left no room for dispute.

Enough?

Sanfang’s eyes widened in disbelief, his expression burning with fury.

He had risked his life to prove his feelings through action, and yet, all she had to say was… enough?

His fists clenched unconsciously, and the fire of anger threatened to consume him entirely.

Why?

Was he truly that unworthy?

That man was already married— so why did she still refuse to let go?!!!

At this moment, Sanfang perhaps had already forgotten the words he once spoke— As long as I can stay by Yayoi’s side, that will be enough.

But humans are creatures of endless desire. What we call "contentment" is merely a lie we tell ourselves when circumstances do not allow us to reach for more.

"Get out of my way!!!"

The fury he had long suppressed erupted completely in that instant.

A violent surge of green energy erupted from his body. Driven by the fury in his heart, he forcibly opened the Sixth Gate of the Eight Gates Release Formation—The Gate of View!

*BOOOM!!!*

The earth beneath his feet cracked apart, deep fissures spreading outward like jagged veins. The chakra coursing through his body became visible, surging wildly, coating his entire frame in an aura of pure power.

The sheer force of it sent a chill down the spines of those watching, making many involuntarily gasp.

So this man… truly possessed such strength?

"You wretch, I will fight you!"

The Uchiha clansmen who had spoken earlier did not hesitate. In a single swift motion, his katana flashed free from its sheath as he stepped forward, his battle spirit blazing.

Perhaps others would falter in the face of this overwhelming power. But he—he was a warrior who had fought alongside Lord Kyosuke, cutting down enemies through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Would he fear some nameless upstart?

What a joke!

*BOOOOM!!!*

The sound of something heavy landing on the ground echoed.

Tobirama turned stiffly, his gaze falling upon the figure standing nearby— the Uzumaki Princess, Mito, whose expression was dark as a storm.

"Am I to understand…"

CLANG!

The adamantine chains howled through the air, radiating a terrifying pressure that made the very atmosphere tremble.

"…that this is your Senju Clan’s way of tearing apart the peace treaty?"

Her voice was icy, her gaze even colder, filled with killing intent.

"You misunderstand…"

Tobirama took a slow, steady breath, preparing to explain himself—

But then he saw them.

A familiar pair of pupils.

His breath hitched. His body tensed, an involuntary shudder running down his spine.

His eldest brother was staring at him.

Not with warmth, not with understanding, but with a look that carried nothing but murderous intent.

For the first time in his life, Tobirama saw that expression directed at him.

And in that instant, a creeping, suffocating dread clawed up his back.

Since childhood, he had never seen his brother look at him like this.

Simply put…

He was terrified.

And even worse—he was starting to regret everything.

"That idiot—couldn’t he just keep a low profile? We agreed to build momentum, so how the hell did things spiral out of control like this?"

"Honestly, it’s no wonder she doesn’t like him. What woman would fall for a reckless fool like that?"

Tobirama cursed furiously in his heart.

Before Sanfang could escalate things further, Hashirama flickered forward in an instant, appearing beside the enraged man.

A chakra far more ferocious than the Eight Gates erupted from his body, crashing over the battlefield like a storm.

"Stand down."

Placing a firm hand on Sanfang’s shoulder, Hashirama spoke in a cold, even voice.

"With your strength, you are nowhere near the level needed to challenge Kyōsuke."

"Mind your own business!"

Sanfang struggled violently, only to realize— he could not even shake off Hashirama’s grip.

"No… this is impossible. I am not weaker than anyone!"

Veins bulged at his temples, writhing beneath his skin like living worms.

Eighth Gate… Gate of Wonder… open!!!

*BOOOM!!!*

A blazing surge of blue steam exploded from his body.

The sheer force of it sent Hashirama flying backward, despite the fact that he had been caught off guard for only an instant.

"...What the hell?"

Tobirama, momentarily forgetting his own grievances, gaped in utter disbelief at the man standing before him.

Wait… no.

This wasn’t just some reckless fool.

This was a man whose words matched his actions—an unwavering, dignified warrior of remarkable composure.

Tobirama’s mind raced.

"Such power… If we could harness it, Uchiha’s advantage would be wiped away completely."

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Perhaps Hyūga Yayoi alone was not enough, but if the two of them joined forces, they could pose a genuine, lethal threat to either Madara or Kyōsuke.

And if that happened…

With his elder brother handling one of them, Tobirama could step in, turning the battle into three against one.

Perhaps—just perhaps—they could actually bring one of the Uchiha down.

Tobirama had never expected this man to be this strong.

...Honestly, at this point, any woman would fall for someone like him.

Hyūga Yayoi... She really was the perfect match for him.

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"Uchiha Kyōsuke!" Sanfang roared. "Today, this fight concerns no one else."

"Just you and me—let’s settle the battle left unfinished ten years ago!"

Oh?

So they knew each other?

Mito cast an indifferent glance in his direction, though a flicker of something unreadable passed through her eyes.

Without a word, she withdrew her adamantine chains, ignoring Hashirama’s continued explanations. Instead, she turned away, walking back toward the stands—where three children waited beneath her protection.

"Kyōsuke…"

Hashirama hesitated, lifting a hand slightly, as if he had something to say.

Kyōsuke, however, merely smiled.

"Don’t worry. This is a personal matter between us. It has nothing to do with the Senju or Uchiha."

Hearing this, Hashirama exhaled in quiet relief.

The other Uchiha warriors, too, retracted their killing intent.

As for whether they were worried?

What a joke.

There was no one in this world who could defeat Lord Kyōsuke.

Not the Senju.

Not the Hyūga.

And most certainly not this reckless fool standing before him.

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