Chapter 165: The First Jinchūriki of the Nine-Tails

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In the blink of an eye, the battle had raged on for a long time.

On the battlefield, Uchiha Madara had summoned three shadow clones. Together with his four towering Susano'o figures, they alternated their strikes against the Nine-Tails, unleashing a relentless onslaught.

The scene was nothing short of brutal and tragic.

Biu! Biu! Biu!

The tormented Kurama opened his mouth and unleashed a barrage of Tailed Beast Bombs, shaking the surrounding ten kilometers with relentless tremors.

The intensity of the battle instantly escalated, leaping from a Naruto-level clash to something akin to the early stages of Dragon Ball.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Amidst the deafening explosions, a blazing phoenix with a wingspan exceeding eight meters soared into the sky.

Fire Release: Flame of Garuda!

This was Madara's most powerful Fire Release technique, enhanced even further by the might of his Susano'o.

The moment it collided with the Nine-Tails, it triggered an explosion no less devastating than a Tailed Beast Bomb.

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Hic!

In the distance, Kyōsuke let out a satisfied burp and casually tossed an empty snack bag aside.

Such a lifelike 3D battle spectacle demanded the accompaniment of popcorn and soda for maximum enjoyment.

In his idle moments, he had once altered a few of the summoning beasts from Ryūchi Cave. What was originally designed as the Snake Concealment Technique for stealth operations had, in his hands, been cleverly repurposed into a mobile snack storage unit.

One had to admit, when it came to finding ingenious ways to relax and savor life, Kyōsuke truly had a natural talent.

"Lord Kyōsuke, if there's nothing else, I'll be heading back now," said the small venomous snake, timidly shrinking its neck fearfully. Clearly, the presence of the Nine-Tails was overwhelming for it.

"Alright." Kyōsuke didn't trouble it further, waving a hand to dismiss it. "Send my regards to Ichikishimahime and Tagorihime."

"Understood," the little snake replied, swaying its head as it spoke. "Lady Tagorihime often talks about you. She says she misses the days of training with you."

At these words, a particular image flashed through Kyōsuke's mind—flushed cheeks and a small whip capable of shattering stones and splitting gold.

"Heh heh heh…"

Once the summoning beast had left, Kyōsuke stood up, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice as he called out, "Stop messing around! If this drags on any longer, we won't make it back in time!"

From the smoky battlefield in the distance came what seemed to be a displeased snort.

It appeared that Uchiha Madara was not yet entirely satisfied, but Kyōsuke was beginning to lose patience.

As for Kurama, who had previously been brimming with rage, now cowered like a student who had scored 40 points on a test, shrinking under the gaze of an imposing father, unable to lift his head.

His once sharp, icy vertical pupils had morphed into the unmistakable pattern of his opponent's Sharingan.

Seeing this, Kyōsuke vanished in a flash, appearing on Kurama's back. His right palm was shrouded in black sealing marks, which he forcefully pressed onto the beast's back.

Eight Trigrams Sealing Style!

As the black markings spread endlessly, the Nine-Tails' body dissolved into a torrent of crimson chakra, pouring relentlessly into Madara's body.

For anyone else, this process might have been excruciating. But for Madara, with his immense ocular power, the Nine-Tails was hardly a challenge.

When the dust settled, the enormous red figure of the tailed beast was nowhere to be seen in the forest.

Madara lowered his gaze to his palm, his fingers curling slightly as he closed his eyes to sense the changes coursing through him. For a moment, silence enveloped him—then, the corners of his lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

"Not too bad," he murmured.

As his thoughts shifted, countless red bubbles began to surface on his body, slowly expanding like a sinister, creeping tide.

Even with the Nine-Tails sealed, the Genjutsu cast by the Sharingan remained intact. Thus, he wouldn't face the same kind of berserk transformation that Naruto had experienced.

Ignoring Kyōsuke's dissatisfaction, Madara formed hand seals with both hands and slammed them onto the ground.

Summoning Jutsu!

In an instant, the massive figure of the Nine-Tails reappeared. Thanks to Kyōsuke's modifications, Madara could now summon the beast externally while still retaining his status as a jinchūriki.

For any other jinchūriki, such an act would provoke a tailed beast rampage, with the creature refusing to return to its host. However, for Madara, this wasn't an issue. With the Sharingan's control, the Nine-Tails lacked any sense of self-awareness.

If he so wished, Kurama could even perform a tap dance for the two of them on the spot.

"Standing atop the massive head of the tailed beast, Uchiha Madara couldn't help but admit that for his current self, this creature was indeed more powerful than his Susano'o.

But what if the two could be combined?

Suddenly, a peculiar thought surfaced in his mind, quickly taking shape and transforming into a bold, audacious idea.

As his Mangekyō Sharingan activated once more, a layer of blue armor gradually enveloped the Nine-Tails' body.

At that moment, Madara's Majestic Attire– Susanoo made its debut, twenty years ahead of schedule.

Feeling the overwhelming pressure radiating toward him, Kyōsuke twitched the corners of his mouth, wondering if he had gone too far.

Although this Madara was far from his peak during the Valley of the End battle, he had already reached a level of strength comparable to the late Warring States Period.

In terms of combat power, he had practically leaped several levels in an instant, reaching the mid-tier of the Super-Kage level. Even at the threshold of this level, he was already beyond the reach of ordinary kage-level opponents.

It was possible that this time, even Senju Hashirama might find himself on the losing end.

"Impressive, truly impressive," Kyōsuke remarked sarcastically, clapping his hands in mock applause. "So, clan leader, can we leave now? Mito is still waiting for me to return for dinner."

"Let's go." Retracting the tailed beast, Madara appeared to be in high spirits.

As for gratitude?

There was no need for thanks between brothers like him and Kyōsuke—gratitude would have been too formal.

"Oh, by the way, help Izuna solve his vision issues when you get the chance," Madara added.

"I've already prepared everything. We can start as soon as he gets back from showing off."

Using the Flying Thunder God Technique to travel, the two swiftly returned to the clan from the Fire Temple.

Watching Madara's departing figure, Kyōsuke smiled faintly, feeling no guilt about his actions.

Even with the Nine-Tails, the "Dance King's" strength was only at the mid-stage of super-kage level, while Kyōsuke had already stabilized himself at this tier, approaching its peak.

If a fight broke out, he was confident he could suppress Madara.

After all, tailed beasts were merely external forces. The true path lay in evolving the Sharingan and enhancing one's physical constitution, which were the cornerstones of strength and dominance.

Once he could freely manipulate yin-yang chakra, he would be on the path to becoming the second Sage of Six Paths.

When the Divine Tree bore its chakra fruit, he might even have the chance to reach the heights of Ōtsutsuki Kaguya.

"At that point, I might as well take a tour of space myself."

With a cryptic smile on his face, Kyōsuke pushed open the door, ready to spend the evening with his wife.

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Snowflakes drifted softly from the sky, blanketing the world in quiet stillness. Draped in a black fox-fur cloak, Kyōsuke stood alone in the courtyard, his gaze fixed on the distant stars.

Another year had passed and he was now a sixteen-year-old young man.

At the same time, Kyōsuke was on the verge of stepping into a new chapter of his life—one that would soon bring a vibrant new life into the world.

[P.S. Damn, he's still a minor. 💀]"

Before long, he would take on the role of a "father."

"To think it's all happening so soon."

Knock, knock, knock!

The sound of knocking came from the front door as the Uchiha brothers, Madara and Izuna, entered his home one after the other.

"Hey, I brought a fine bottle of sake today. Let's drink till we drop!" Izuna said with a grin, holding up a wine flask.

Tonight was New Year's Eve. Kyōsuke couldn't bear to let the two single men spend the holiday alone, so he invited them over to celebrate together.

"Hey, dinner's ready! Come inside already!" came Mito's voice from inside the house.

"Let's go." Kyōsuke smiled, gesturing for them to follow.

Such peaceful days brought a sense of genuine happiness.

For a moment, Kyōsuke found himself caught in an illusion, believing that danger had long since abandoned the Uchiha clan.

But alas, an illusion was just that—an illusion.

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