"Madara…" a voice said.
Madara opened his eyes. He was falling through the sky, clouds racing by and the ground speeding up at him. He was in his old body. The body of his prime. But he could feel Hashirama's chakra racing through him, granting him Mokuton and the power of the Rinnegan. He could feel the Juubi's chakra too, though Kaguya's dark will was absent.
"Madara, you learned an important lesson just before you died," the voice said.
That was right. He had finally admitted that Hashirama's way and the Will of Fire were superior to his own. His fatal flaw had been trying to handle everything by himself and it had brought ruin to the world.
"There are others who need to learn this lesson throughout the multiverse. As penance for your crimes against your world, you, equipped with every power you had in all of your lives, except the Infinite Tsukiyomi, will teach the heroes of this world to rely on one another, before it is too late."
Madara almost laughed. Him? Teach heroes? Unless one counted Obito's brief stint as a hero, the very idea was preposterous. One of the most infamous villains of the shinobi world was going to instruct a generation of heroes? After thinking over it a little more, Madara actually did laugh.
"I think you can do it," said the voice. "But first, you have to survive this fall, and the inhabitants of your landing point."
The first part was easy enough, Madara thought, using the Deva Path to slow his descent to a crawl. But what did the second part mean? Where was he going to land? Well, it couldn't be that bad, wherever it was. Madara was still skeptical. He had come back to life twice already, three times if one counted his Edo Tensei and Rinne Tensei resurrections separately, and he had just made things worse every time. Oh well, third time's the charm, right?
He passed through some fog and sensed the ground nearing and rotated himself to look at it. He was falling onto an ordinary enough island. It looked to be an island of warriors, based on the nearby training grounds. Which he was falling straight into the center of. Madara gracefully landed in a crouch amidst the training warriors, who had all paused to look at him.
It was then he noticed that they were all women. Madara had never taken a wife, he had been too consumed by hatred for that, but it did occur to him that the women around him were rather beautiful. After getting over their initial surprise, the women all trained their weapons on Madara.
One woman with reddish hair, or rather orange, not the blood red of the Uzumaki, stepped forward.
"Who are you and what brings you to Themyscira?" she demanded.
"Uchiha Madara," Madara replied. "And I haven't the faintest idea."
"Don't play games with me! Men are forbidden from Themyscira! You had best have a good reason for your intrustion. Refuse to answer and we will attack."
Madara smirked.
"Well then, shall we dance?" he asked.