FWF Chapter 475 Brothers
Chapter 475 Brothers
The Sage of Six Paths has finally finished telling his story.
From the sealing of Kaguya Otsutsuki to the tragic conflict between her two sons over their differing ideologies that has lasted for a thousand years, from the malevolent being lurking in the deepest shadows of history—Black Zetsu—how he weaves a deception that transcends time, alters the stone tablet, and distorts prophecies.
In this life, the reincarnated chakra beings of the present world—Naruto Uzumaki and Sasuke Uchiha—broke the shackles of fate. They not only reconciled but also joined forces to uncover the mastermind behind the conspiracy and completely annihilated Black Zetsu, fundamentally shattering the last possibility of Kaguya Otsutsuki's resurrection.
The truth is cold and cruel.
The so-called "Infinite Tsukuyomi" that brings eternal peace is nothing more than a carefully disguised sacrificial ritual, the purpose of which is to transform the entire planet's humanity into an army of ignorant and unconscious White Zetsu.
The so-called "incarnation of Madara Uchiha's will," Black Zetsu, was actually Kaguya Otsutsuki's third son, born with resentment and obsession before she was sealed away!
All its guidance, all its "revelations," are only meant to lead Indra's reincarnations to the precipice of destruction, ultimately making them the perfect sacrifice and vessel for the resurrection of their mother.
...Everything about myself was negated.
Madara Uchiha's body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably. His Rinnegan eyes dimmed completely and became empty, unable to reflect any images.
A violent and chaotic chakra leaked uncontrollably from every pore of his body, like the last gasp of a dying beast, mixed with overwhelming rage and a chilling... desolation.
His lifelong ideal of saving the world was built from the very beginning on the most despicable lies.
He prided himself on his insight into the world and his ability to see through Hashirama's "hypocritical" Will of Fire. But in reality, the greatest hypocrisy had already been embedded in his own eyes and engraved deep in his mind, becoming the underlying logic that drove all his actions!
Ideals are castles in the air, destined to collapse.
Wisdom can be used to fool others and become a laughing stock.
All the sacrifices made, the loneliness endured, the ties severed... all the heavy costs, instantly devalued, becoming as light as dust, turning into a foolish footnote to aiding and abetting evil.
The heart-wrenching break with Hashirama, the long period of dormancy after faking his death, the days and nights spent planning his future alone in the dark cave... all of this now seems like an absurd puppet show, manipulated by invisible threads.
If even the very foundation upon which the existence of "Uchiha Madara" is built is a fabrication, then who exactly am I? What is the value of this life filled with obsession, battles, and schemes?
Having lost his mission to save the world, Madara Uchiha at this moment is as if all his bones have been removed in an instant, drowning in a dark and cold vortex of nothingness formed after the collapse of his sense of self-existence, unable to break free.
An unprecedented exhaustion and self-loathing overwhelmed him. Even as proud as Uchiha Madara was, at this moment, a shameful thought even crossed his mind.
Perhaps, letting this newly revived consciousness sink back into the eternal, unconscious darkness of death is the best way to escape this suffocating reality.
"Brother! Where are you looking?! Look at me!"
However, an urgent, clear voice abruptly pulled Madara Uchiha's almost lost consciousness back to reality.
Uchiha Izuna rushed to him, grabbing Madara's trembling arms tightly. He looked up, his dark eyes, which bore a resemblance to Madara's, showing not much shock at the shocking deception, but only pure and deep concern for his brother's current state.
After all, for someone who has long since passed away, it seems more like a distant and fantastical story.
"..."
Madara's gaze fell passively on Izuna's face, that young, vibrant face filled with concern, which perfectly overlapped with his younger brother in his memory who had dedicated everything to the family.
But in just a moment, overwhelming shame and self-loathing made him awkwardly look away.
He was too ashamed to face Izuna.
He once longed to make Izuna's sacrifice more valuable as the "savior" brother, so that his younger brother could be proud of his achievements in the Pure Land.
But now... what am I? A clown manipulated by the mastermind behind the scenes, almost dragging the world into the abyss...? I have failed my brother's trust and tarnished the pride of the Uchiha clan.
"The past of being deceived cannot be changed." Izuna spoke again, shaking Madara's arm forcefully to force his brother to refocus. "But who do you see now? It's me, Uchiha Izuna. A real younger brother standing right in front of you!"
"Even if the whole world is a lie, even if history has been distorted beyond recognition, the blood ties that flow between us, the battles we've fought together, your protection of me, my trust in you... these memories, these emotions, can they all be fabricated by Black Zetsu?!"
Izuna's words, though lacking in flowery language, struck the very foundation of Madara's heart, a foundation that was not yet completely shattered.
"...Izuna...I'm sorry..."
Ban's voice was hoarse and dry, so low that it was almost inaudible.
"My brother never has to apologize to me!"
Izuna immediately interrupted him, her tone resolute, "That was true in the past, that is true now, and that will always be true in the future! To me, no matter if my brother is the clan leader, a rogue ninja, or anything else... my brother will always be the brother I trust most and am willing to follow!"
These words finally made Madara Uchiha nod very slowly.
He looked at Izuna again, trying to force a smile and put on a reassuring expression for his younger brother.
But that stiff smile, mixed with lingering pain, was even uglier than crying.
Hashirama, standing to the side, watched as Madara was finally pulled back from the brink of a heartbreaking breakdown and began to show some signs of recovery, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
At the same time, a warm feeling welled up in his heart—he was happy for Ban. In this strange afterlife, at least his most important younger brother had returned to his side.
My brother has always been the brother I trust the most... That's so true.
With a sigh in his heart, Hashirama subconsciously, with a touch of envy and a subtle expectation of "Could my younger brother also...", cast his gaze quietly toward Tobirama Senju, who stood beside him, his brows furrowed from beginning to end, calmly analyzing the situation.
"What are you doing?"
Then, what he received was three cold words from Tobirama, without even turning his head, conveying a hint of impatience at being disturbed.
"...It's nothing."
Hashirama's shoulders slumped slightly, and he could only sigh silently in his heart before turning away dejectedly.
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(I'm having writer's block again... Some people said they wanted to see honeymoon scenes, but I feel like the plot would become very bland if I wrote that kind of content.)