Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 278: “I Shall Bring My Talents to the Shinobi Sect”

The plot had been carefully orchestrated, with all the key players gradually taking their places. But just as Black Zetsu arrived in the Land of Hot Water to oversee things personally, he unexpectedly sensed a familiar and unique chakra fluctuation.

Overcome with urgency, he traced the source—only to discover that the woman currently auditioning for a film role was none other than his mother, Kaguya.

Due to her extraordinary appearance and ethereal temperament, Kaguya, while leisurely wandering around, had caught the attention of a renowned film director from the Land of Hot Water. The director, captivated by her presence, had invited her to try her hand at acting.

When Black Zetsu finally found her, she was seated comfortably, engrossed in a script, clearly intrigued by the world of actors and actresses.

"Oh, Black Zetsu, thank you for your hard work all these years," she said with gentle grace, giving the script a light shake as she looked up with curiosity. "Have you ever watched a movie? It seems quite fascinating."

"Er... I haven't had the time to indulge in such things."

"Is that so? That's truly unfortunate."

"Mother..." Black Zetsu hesitated, his voice tinged with concern. "Judging from your current state, you haven't yet gathered the scattered chakra, have you?"

The implication was clear—now was the time to focus on serious matters, not to indulge in frivolities. Becoming a movie star? That idea was utterly absurd in his eyes.

It was evident that he strongly disapproved of her behavior, his expression a mixture of anxiety and frustration. Yet in his dismay, Black Zetsu had overlooked one vital truth—Kaguya was the one who had created him. And just as she had given him life, she could just as easily take it away.

Even with her chakra still scattered, Kaguya's divine body remained at the level of Divine Flame—a force capable of unimaginable destruction.

"Chakra, is it?" Kaguya leaned back in her chair, her demeanor relaxed and unbothered. "Those three fools have all perished. There won't be any reinforcements from the clan for some time."

"With him still present, it's far too difficult to collect chakra right now. Rather than forcing the issue, it's better to wait for him to come to us, to ask us for help."

"Him? Who is he?" Black Zetsu was thoroughly baffled.

"He is simply who he is." Kaguya smiled faintly and turned her attention back to the script in her hands.

Seeing this, Black Zetsu had no choice but to stand aside and let her do as she pleased.

But was Kaguya truly being frivolous?

Perhaps only she herself knew the answer to that. With the Ten-Tails no longer within her, her current combat strength could not compare to the time when she fought her two sons a thousand years ago.

Now, with Hamura severely wounded and in recovery, and Hagoromo on the brink of resurrection, not to mention Kyōsuke, who had managed to defeat Isshiki himself—how could she act recklessly?

She had witnessed the flourishing development of the shinobi world firsthand. Her soul detested the desolate, barren existence on the moon.

Even more importantly, given the great losses suffered by Konoha in recent conflicts, the Ōtsutsuki clan would almost certainly dispatch their true elites.

In such circumstances—when the chakra fruit could not be harvested—wasn't it wiser to forge alliances with a few powerful individuals rather than facing annihilation alone?

These were thoughts Black Zetsu could never fully comprehend. Bound by his deep-rooted devotion, he could not disobey her will. No matter how unwilling he was in his heart, he could only fulfill his new role, however absurd it seemed—

He became Kaguya's talent agent.

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Meanwhile, in the Konoha training grounds—Training Field No. 33—night had fallen. As expected, the area was deserted. No one remained, except for a solitary figure hidden beneath a tree.

"My choice was the right one," he whispered to himself. "The current Konoha is no longer capable of bringing peace and stability to the shinobi world."

Though traces of nervousness flickered across his face, the light in his eyes burned brightly. Those eyes were full of conviction, as though they could illuminate the darkness ahead.

This was Uchiha Kagami.

Once, he had viewed the Senju as the necessary counterbalance to the Uchiha—a force that could ensure stability within the village.

Many could never understand him. Outsiders ridiculed both him and his family. But Kagami never cared. He knew, deep in his heart, that what he was doing was right.

He possessed a rare talent—not necessarily in raw strength, but in his ability to see through the haze, to grasp the essence of things.

He understood that the Uchiha clan's inherent exclusivity made them an ill fit for long-term control over Konoha. That was why he had chosen to devote his talents to the Senju of the Forest.

But now, even the Senju had changed. They were no longer the clan of love and peace he once believed in.

Hashirama Senju was deeply affected by assimilation, while Tobirama Senju possessed ambition but lacked the strength to match it.

Just as Kagami was beginning to lose hope, he was approached by an envoy from the Shinobi Sect.

In that moment, he realized—perhaps the Shinobi Sect was where he truly belonged.

They had no lust for power. They harbored no ambitions of ruling the world. All they sought was to make the shinobi world a better place.

Such noble ideals... weren't they a perfect match for him?

After learning about the Shinobi Sect's history and ideals, Uchiha Kagami quickly made up his mind. He would dedicate his talents to the sect and use them to illuminate the entire world.

"Let them mock me. Let them slander me."

"Someday, a hundred years from now, history will bear witness to who truly contributed the most to Konoha."

He knew that the Shinobi Sect was currently seen as the enemy. It was, after all, they who had instigated the recent great war.

But so what?

Clans and villages—those were small loves, narrow ideals. What Kagami pursued was a great love, a universal peace that embraced all.

He steadied himself against a nearby wooden stake, breathing heavily, trying to suppress the wild pounding of his heart.

At this moment, Uchiha Kagami was wholly consumed by a grand sense of mission—to save the shinobi world. So much so that he failed to notice when a figure silently emerged beside him.

"Returning to the place where it all began... there's always a particular kind of feeling that comes with it." A calm, amused voice broke the silence, startling Kagami.

The man before him had a tall, elegant figure. Simply standing there, he seemed to melt into the natural surroundings, as though part of the wind and the trees. Even though he stood within arm's reach, Kagami found it hard to be sure whether the figure was truly there or just an illusion.

To have cultivated natural energy to such an unfathomable level—across the annals of history—this man was unquestionably one of a kind.

He was none other than Masaki, the mysterious powerhouse who had intercepted Yayoi during the Shinobi Sect's previous visit to Konoha.

No one knew when or how he had joined the Shinobi Sect—only that he had become one of its most formidable pillars.

Unmoved by Kagami's silent awe, Masaki simply waited, his gaze serene and his smile unfathomable. Kagami, ever direct, stepped forward and spoke with a crisp voice.

"The opportunity has presented itself. In a few days, the Research and Development Division is organizing a small outing. That will be our moment. We'll be able to round up all those scientific personnel in one sweep."

Masaki's smile deepened, a radiant gleam flickering across his face like sunlight breaking through a canopy.

"You've done well," he said, his tone both appreciative and laced with gravity. "Not just us—the entire shinobi world will remember the extraordinary contribution you've made."

He understood the man before him well. He knew exactly what drove Kagami, and how to strike the chord that would resonate with him most deeply.

A man sidelined within his clan, scorned by both allies and enemies alike, left to drift in the margins—what he yearned for more than anything else was the chance to prove his worth.

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People, after all, are not to be feared for having ambition or even duplicity. What's truly terrifying is someone who never manages to see themselves clearly.

During his years of seclusion, Masaki had traveled extensively through the shinobi world. The number of people he had met was beyond counting.

Men like Uchiha Kagami were far from rare. What made Kagami stand out was one simple truth—he was gifted.

And Masaki did not mean that as a derogatory statement. Quite the opposite.

He was deeply aware that, with the right opportunity, someone like Kagami could indeed achieve great things.

Men like him did not care about fame or glory. They only cared about the tangible rewards they could extract from the situation.

And that, in itself, made them dangerous. From the Sage of the Six Paths and the founders of the Shinobi Sect, to the likes of the Uchiha clan and the so-called God of Shinobi—was there a single one among them who truly did not care about their reputation?

Only Uchiha Kagami seemed capable of such indifference.

Regardless of what one might think of him, there was no denying it—this man was an exceedingly rare kind of talent.

"Very well," Masaki said, his voice light yet purposeful. "When the time comes, we'll act as the situation demands."

Before Kagami could utter a reply, Masaki had already vanished into thin air, as if he had never been there at all.

Kagami stood motionless for a long while, silence enveloping him like a cloak. Then, with a subtle lift of his chin, he turned and left the training field with light steps.

But he did not return to his residence outside the village.

Instead, he took a detour and headed toward the Senju compound.

Before leaving, he intended to personally visit his teacher, Tobirama Senju.

And to lay eyes upon the man he loathed so deeply—Sarutobi Hiruzen.

That night, Tobirama's disciples gathered in full.

As his gaze swept across their familiar faces, Hiruzen maintained a calm expression, though a trace of unease stirred within him.

In the past, Uchiha Kagami had always despised such meetings. What had compelled him to attend tonight of all nights?

"The selection of the next Hokage is drawing to a close," Tobirama began, his tone carrying the weight of weariness. "To be frank, Hiruzen's chances of winning are rather slim."

There was little room for argument. Uchiha Haruto's strength was simply too overwhelming.

In the contest for the Hokage seat, raw combat prowess remained a critical measure of qualification.

On that front, Sarutobi Hiruzen had only barely crossed the threshold of acceptability, falling far short of the commanding presence Haruto exuded.

That left only one path open—bolstering Hiruzen's reputation.

The Senju and their allied clans had banded together, launching a relentless campaign to elevate Hiruzen's public image.

The cunning Hiruzen had even taken the bold step of shifting blame for the First Great Ninja War squarely onto the Hokage lineage itself—and by extension, the Uchiha clan standing behind it.

Had it not been for their stubbornness, the Shinobi Sect would never have been forced to intervene in aiding the other great hidden villages.

And without the outbreak of the war, Konoha would never have suffered such grievous losses.

Tobirama, to his credit, had identified a poignant narrative—one that could resonate with the grief and frustration of the village's citizens.

Indeed, public opinion had shifted. At present, the tide of discourse stood firmly against Haruto and Yayoi.

But it was all in vain.

For the villagers had no true say in the final decision. The choice of the Third Hokage rested with the clan representatives.

Seated quietly in the corner, Uchiha Kagami remained like a silent observer, his gaze cold and unyielding as he watched the farce unfold before him.

He had long since lost all faith in these people.

They spent their days consumed by their own political games, entangled in webs of falsehoods and manipulation. They had completely forgotten why the village was founded in the first place—to bring safety and peace to all.

And it wasn't just the Uchiha. The very people in this room had become obstacles on the path to Konoha's true peace.

Uchiha Kagami would not allow anyone to destroy the peace of Konoha—not now, not ever.

A sinister smile slowly spread across his face, sending a chill into the air around him.

"Teacher Tobirama," he murmured softly, "before I leave, allow me to present you with a parting gift."

Since the Uchiha and the Senju were already on opposing sides, he might as well be the one to ignite the final spark.

And in doing so, he would rip apart the false mask of peace Konoha wore so proudly—once and for all.

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