This chapter (Chapter 1) was written about 1 year ago and it was never published. However, I'm back this year with new inspiration and a new chapter that will be added shortly. I hope that you will enjoy this story about a rather arrogant, but driven Madara Uchiha.
Blood. So much blood. It mingled with dirt and sweat and tears. All around, shinobi were either dying or mourning for the dead seconds before they died themselves. To the east were shinobi who fought with the power sounds, and to the west were shinobi who fought with brute force. In the midst of it all was a man known as Madara Uchiha, eyes blazing in swirls of red and black and chaos. But his eyes might as well be chaos itself. Madara relished in the bloodshed. Never had he felt so alive. War is horrible, Madara reasoned. But that is just one perspective. He had always praised to be insightful, if arrogant. It was required and expected no less from the Uchiha clan leader.
Madara swore as staggered back after burning a shinobi with his Amaterasu, stamina low after using jutsu after jutsu coupled with evasive maneuvers to confuse the enemies. After about ten more dead shinobi, he knew that it was time to retreat for the time being and perhaps let the other clan members handle the enemies for now. It was nighttime, and at night, when many shinobi rested, was when less blatant strategies came into play. Sabotage and underground explosives were quickly planted by the Uchiha clan and other clans alike at night. However, where the explosives were located was a secret that their enemies must figure out themselves at the cost of their lives.
Madara made it to his private quarters and bit into his rations, all the while thinking. Thinking about how the next day of war would be like. If it was anything like he had experienced today, then it will be glorious with bloodshed and other clans begging for the mercy from the Uchiha clan. How dare those pathetic clans raise a fist against the Uchiha in the first place? It was obvious that the Uchiha were superior in every way. Did those clans really think they had a chance in defeating them? Madara chuckled at the thought of every one of those clans allied together. It was a possibility, but Madara knew that it was a very low one. Each individual clan was too focused on their own goals at the moment. By the time the clans came together, the Uchiha would have already destroyed them.
The Senju clan wanted to find a so-called 'peace' between all clans and so they ironically fight for peace. Madara mused about how that particular strategy was working. The Senju have already recruited by force the Akimichi and Yamanaka clans into their own little 'future peaceful village.' Madara had thought about doing the same thing to show the power of the Uchiha, however crossed it that out of his mind before he mentioned it at a meeting. The Uchiha did not need other clans to rule over or rely on. Why bind themselves with contracts?
Meanwhile, the Uzumaki clan wanted to expand their territory because they needed more areas that had minerals. Before the war started, Madara recalled. They've claimed to help with the trading system between clans. Now, the trading system is but a thin cover for needing more minerals to create weapons.
The other clans were not faring off nicely, either. The Sound clan's numbers were diminishing rapidly. Music proving to be useless at times of war despite what the Sound preached. What good would patriotic noise do in a battle? Distract the enemy? The enemy would be too focused on the battle itself than to hear the noise. No, Madara thought. It is useful. Useful when they mourn their own deaths.
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Morning neither came too early nor too late as Madara quickly strapped on his weapons and headed out of his quarters, ready for a brief meeting with fellow clan members. He glanced left and right when he made it to their meeting spot, but saw no one.
Something was very wrong. There was no smell of dirt and sweat and tears, there was only the scent of morning dew quenching what's left of the greenery. Several holes were dug up around the areas where the explosives were planted last night, too. Did the enemy remove them?
Troubled, Madara went to the closest quarters of his clan, which happened to be his advisers'. Once inside, he was met with a disturbing scene.
The Senju and Uzumaki clan leaders were talking with his advisers and trusted Uchiha generals over some tea. At first, Madara relaxed, hoping that it was all part of a deranged plan to poison the other leaders. But after a few seconds ticked by with neither immediate deaths nor drowsiness, Madara knew.
Senju and Uzumaki shook hands with his advisers and Senju's clan leader turned to Madara expectantly. Madara refused and stalked out, overwhelmed with anger. They didn't need to shake his hand; it was just a formality after all the paperwork and negotiations were completed. Completed without him.
And just like that instant of ending a life, the war was over.
To be continued...
