Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 277: Uchiha Kaoru and “Momo”

A 'prepared gift'? Please. He had just watched his father conjure that ice sculpture out of thin air moments ago behind his back, skillfully channeling his ice release technique.

To shamelessly win over a child's affection in such a manner—no, this went beyond shamelessness. It was downright outrageous.

And he, Haruto, hadn't failed to buy a gift intentionally. His was destroyed during battle.

Were it not for the fact that he couldn't win in a fight against his old man, he would've kicked his ass right there and then.

Still, that little episode was just a fleeting interlude.

With the family finally reunited, every moment spent together brimmed with laughter and warmth.

Especially for little Uchiha Kaoru. The return of her grandfather filled her heart with indescribable joy.

Despite her tender age, Kaoru was sharp and observant. She had long noticed that her parents never dared to go against her grandfather's words.

So it turns out—Grandpa was the true authority in the household.

With that realization in mind, the pudgy little princess began to act with increasing boldness. All the things she wasn't allowed to eat or touch before? She now claimed them one after another, with reckless abandon.

It wasn't until Eri finally lost her patience and pulled Kaoru over for a firm spanking that the little one finally understood a profound truth:

In life, you have to rely on yourself.

Clutching her small wooden stick like a soldier wielding a sword, Kaoru climbed to the top of the Hokage Rock, heading toward her secret base in hopes of soothing her wounded spirit.

She had started to notice something strange. Whenever her mother disciplined her, Grandpa would vanish without a trace.

No matter how loudly she called for him, he never appeared.

With time, she came to a powerful realization:

No one in the house could stand up to Mom.

"Sigh… When will I finally grow up?" Kaoru muttered, resting her chin in both hands as she gazed off into the distance, lost in thought.

Her small wooden stick lay forlornly at her side, abandoned and sorrowful, grieving the loss of its owner's affection.

The truth was, Kaoru truly adored her mother.

It was just the relentless insistence on studying that she couldn't stand.

At her age, Uchiha Itachi had already begun contemplating the nature of war.

Kaoru's thoughts were just as advanced—if not more so—and surprisingly philosophical.

"Why do people have to study?" No matter how she turned the question over in her mind, she couldn't find an answer.

Rising from the ground, she picked up her stick again, waving it through the air in an exaggerated fashion. It was as if she were declaring her intention to create a world without studying.

Surely, a world like that would be loved by everyone, wouldn't it?

After energetically hopping and swinging about for quite some time, Kaoru collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily. She paid no mind to the dirt clinging to her clothes.

From the looks of it, she was once again not far from earning another scolding.

"Huh?"

Wiping sweat from her brow, her hand froze mid-motion. She raised her arm and stared in confusion at the dark, diamond-shaped mark on her palm.

What… is this?

She rubbed it against the rock wall with all her might, but no matter how hard she tried, the mark remained. It was as though it had become a part of her.

In that moment, a strange sound drifted to her ears—a soft chuckle, eerie and unfamiliar.

"At last… success."

The voice echoed in her mind, and yet, when she looked around, she saw no one.

A chill ran down the little girl's spine. She began to feel truly afraid.

In the depths of his spirit, Ōtsutsuki Momoshiki looked down upon his new vessel with a cold, calculating smile.

On the battlefield that day, he had suffered utter defeat at the hands of Uchiha Madara.

Their clash had ended in mutual destruction. Madara had passed into the Pure Land, while Momoshiki, using the last of his strength, escaped to the place with the highest population density.

That place turned out to be present-day Konohagakure.

As he searched for a suitable vessel, Momoshiki was pleasantly surprised to discover that the village held more than a few promising candidates.

"No wonder Kaguya and Isshiki were both defeated here. Earth truly is an extraordinary planet."

After a thorough evaluation, he passed over the more physically powerful bodies and instead set his sights on a young girl—still a child, yet brimming with unimaginable potential.

From his perspective, the chubby little girl before him radiated a blazing, sun-like energy from the inside out.

In time, she would undoubtedly grow into a truly formidable force.

Ordinary people would never notice such potential, but within the Ōtsutsuki clan, there existed secret techniques capable of discerning a person's latent power.

To put it simply, she was the ideal vessel for the Ōtsutsuki's reincarnation.

Even if she was still young and would take more than a decade to fully mature, that span of time was but a blink in the eyes of the Ōtsutsuki.

Once he returned, the shinobi world would once again fall into his hands—and his power might even ascend to greater heights.

And so, Momoshiki chose her: the wide-eyed, anxious little girl hiding away in her secret base.

"What do I do… I think I'm sick," she whimpered.

"Mommy… Daddy… Grandpa…"

Clutching her hand tightly, she sobbed aloud. Her cries echoed through the cave, bouncing off the cold stone walls.

Naturally, the soul residing in her—Momoshiki—heard her cries. He was both impressed by her sensitivity and slightly disdainful.

"Crying? You think that changes anything?"

"Whether you like it or not, the day of my resurrection draws closer with every passing moment."

Momoshiki had intended to fall into slumber once more, but not long after, he was jolted awake.

When he regained awareness, he was stunned to find that his spirit had been forcibly expelled from her body.

"What just happened?!"

He stared at the little girl, who continued to cry softly, completely unaware of what she had just done.

This should not have been possible. The process of Ōtsutsuki parasitism was not supposed to fail like this.

Feeling his spiritual essence rapidly weakening, Momoshiki gritted his teeth and tried again, imprinting a new Kāma onto her hand.

"Go away!"

With a soft, childish rebuke, the girl rejected him once more, and he was expelled again.

Even for Momoshiki, this was unprecedented. In all the long history of the Ōtsutsuki clan, nothing like this had ever occurred.

If the Kāma mark could be erased so easily, the Ōtsutsuki would have been wiped out long ago.

"I don't believe this!"

"Leave me alone!"

"Damn it! I will not fail~"

"You're annoying!"

"Brat, I am Momoshiki Ōtsutsuki, a man destined to rule the universe!"

No matter how hard he tried, as long as the girl felt even the slightest unwillingness, the Kāma mark would be expelled from her body without hesitation.

Eventually, he began to notice a pattern.

As his soul continued to weaken, he finally had no choice but to concede.

"Ahem. Your name is Uchiha Kaoru, right? Mine is… Momo. Just Momo. Would you like to be friends?"

"Friends?" Kaoru, eyes still wet with tears, slowly opened her large, watery eyes.

Momoshiki froze.

Her eyes glowed with a purple light, forming a perfect ripple pattern.

The Rinnegan?!

After a brief moment of shock, he accepted the reality with surprising ease.

Among the Ōtsutsuki, it was not uncommon for infants to be born with powerful abilities.

So what if she had awakened the Rinnegan from birth? When he was born, his bloodline had already been active. If anything, his talent might have been even greater.

What truly intrigued him, though, was not the eyes—but her resistance.

What kind of power had she awakened to be able to reject his Kāma so effortlessly?

Unfortunately, the little girl clearly had no idea what he was talking about. Her understanding of the Rinnegan was vague at best.

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What she cared about, was something else entirely—this "friend" he had just mentioned.

Seeing that she looked ready to accept, Momoshiki decided to double down on his efforts.

Playing up his handsome appearance as the "most charming Ōtsutsuki," and layering on flowery words and sweet persuasion, he eventually earned Kaoru's trust.

"Okay! From now on, we're friends!" She beamed and bounced around excitedly.

"Haha, I finally have a friend!"

Stretching out her plump little hand, she solemnly declared, "Then I'll let you live in my palm."

"Phew… finally tricked her." Exhausted and weak, Momoshiki just wanted to rest. He had no strength left to seek another vessel.

Besides, he could feel it—somewhere in the village, there was an extraordinarily powerful individual.

If he carelessly drifted about in his spiritual form, he would almost certainly be discovered.

And in his half-dead state, how could he hope to fight such an enemy?

Entrusting himself to this little girl was really his only option.

After reimprinting the Kāma mark and securing his presence, Momoshiki finally sighed in relief.

Now, all he wanted was a quiet, undisturbed slumber.

Unfortunately for him, Kaoru, having just made her very first friend, had no intention of letting him rest.

"Hey, is your name really Momo?"

"How did you get inside my hand?"

"Do you have any cool powers?"

"You know what? My dad is super strong! But now Grandpa's even stronger!"

"Tomorrow, I'll introduce you to them!"

Hearing that, Momoshiki immediately panicked.

"Ah—please, you mustn't tell anyone about me!"

"Why not? Grandpa's really nice. I'm sure he'll like you too!"

"Um… if they find out about me, we… we won't be able to stay friends anymore."

"Oh…" Kaoru's face fell, clearly disappointed.

She had really wanted to introduce her new friend to her family, but now it seemed like that simple wish would go unfulfilled.

Still, it did not matter. Her mother had told her that friendship meant helping one another.

"Well, alright. I'll keep your secret." She nodded solemnly, then began daydreaming about what life with a friend would be like.

And as she drifted into her fantasy, she noticed Momo had gone quiet.

She called out to him a few times but received no reply. Pouting slightly, her dark eyes began to glow once again with that same purple radiance.

Just as Momoshiki was settling into rest, he was suddenly flung across the spiritual plane, smashed against the inner wall of her consciousness.

Dazed, he turned his head and confirmed the Kāma mark was still there—but...

But still…

Who was really the owner of this body?!

Why did he feel as though he had become the weaker one in this arrangement?

And then came the final, crushing blow.

Bored and restless, Kaoru kept pestering him, insisting that he show her some of his "cool" abilities.

What in the world was he supposed to show her?

At that moment, Momoshiki wanted nothing more than to cry.

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