Chapter 2 - To Dance Again

Gradually, he could feel himself being pushed and pulled at the same time from where he was. The air on his skin felt sharp and prickly, just like the skin on freshly healed wounds. As if on cue, a sharp pain stemmed from his behind and he could do nothing to stop the cry that came from his mouth.

It was as if his thoughts felt…blocked. Despite having his memories, he now had the mental process of a newborn child.

How interesting. It seemed that something out there gave him another chance to live. Perhaps this time…he will try to see the world in his friend's eyes.

The past year was uneventful, he couldn't do anything but listen for the most part as he was unable to speak, at least until he was five months old. Even when he finally gained access to the basic ability of speech, he was unable to form coherent sentences.

Quite unfortunate, really.

It wasn't until he was seven months old that he was given a name. To he surprise and relief, his parents named him Madara. It seemed that he walk the world once again as Madara, just not as an Uchiha.

Despite having the body of a toddler, Madara could see that his parents were not in greatest condition. His 'father' would often speak with a rasped voice, while his 'mother' would often have trouble taking even a few steps. From what he could tell, he was born in a disease ridden settlement somewhere in the lower-middle class.

Through many months of eavesdropping their conversation, the former Uchiha was able to make out their worries about the massive amount of energy stored in his body - called magic. According to his parents, toddlers with such a titanic amount of magic such as himself would not survive the pressure. However, due to his mental prowess and Indra's reincarnated soul, his body was able to keep itself healthy and strong.

Another peculiar thing he noticed was that his parents were no strangers to magic; they would often apply it to make every day life to make it more convenient. From what he could see, they were nowhere near the top when it came to magical strength. Even if they were former masters of their craft, they would be a fraction of a fraction of their prime - similar to himself.

Five Years Later

Madara had grown in similar ways to his past self. He had the same spiky raven hair as well as the same black eyes. Standing at124 centimeters or about 4'1'', he was certainly tall for age. His parents passed away a year ago from disease and he was left to fend for himself.

Of course, this was no issue as there were no wars, or clan fighting. In addition, Madara was far from being a normal six year old. One disadvantage from the peace however, was the constant boredom he felt from not having a good battle. Living by himself left Madara very few things to entertain himself with.

Most if not all of the other villagers were sick or dying - this included both adults and kids. It was with great fortune that his own health could be attributed to a greatly enhanced endurance and constitution. Even if he was supposedly sick, he was very capable of performing physical feats most kids would only dream of at his age.

After reading for another while, Madara could feel an empty feeling in his stomach.

It seems its time to find food.

Hunting trips weren't that uncommon living life in this village. There were no farms, markets, or even a river in the area. Thankfully, there were forests around his village that had animals, berries and fruit that grew on plants and trees. In the forest, he would often encounter large animals that would attempt to prey on him; however, they were all weak and became food themselves.

As he continued deep into the forest, he took notice of a large bird many times his size that sat camouflaged on a nearby tree. Despite not having his sharingan, he could apply his magic to his eyes to greatly enhance his vision.

So he wants to dance?

Even when there were no proper opponents, he would get the next best thing in hunting the strongest and the largest he could find. A small smirk crept up on his face; with a magic-enhanced leap, Madara rushed towards the bird.

"CAWWW," the bird screeched in pain as Madara landed a devastating kick to its side, knocking it out of the tree into the ground. Even with the body of a six year old, Madara was able to quickly relearn the basics of Taijutsu. This made him even deadlier when using magic to enhance his blows, similar to chakra punches.

The bird was visibly shocked and injured from his attack; its wing was bent backwards and blood slowly dripped from its beak. Not giving the bird anytime to recover, Madara backflipped off the tree just to push off another.

Engaging bird once again in close combat, the former Uchiha let loose a barrage of well aimed punches to the creature's torso, ending with a final strike that sent a shockwave through the bird's body. Giving one final squeak, the bird fell over dead.

It a powerful beast by anyone's standard. However, against someone like Madara, even as a child, It simply did not stand a chance against the reincarnated shinobi.

Madara walked towards the bird with a disappointed look.

"Weak." He was not a naïve do-gooder like Hashirama. Even though he wanted to see the world through his friend's eyes, he could not bring himself to become like a pacifist. Regardless of moral compass, he desired a battle that could challenge him to his limits.

Sighing regretfully, Madara hoisted the bird up to his shoulders, using magic to strengthen his muscles. It did not matter to him he had to carry something many times his size, he was used to living without storage seals back when he was a child, therefore the labour was of no consequence.

Madara made his way back to the forest, only to hear an inhuman roar fill the skies.

"ROOOOOOOOOAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!"

It was deafening. A mighty bellow that he could only compared to the likes of the Juubi assaulted his ears. Madara knew very well what his limits was at this moment. There was a beast far stronger than this bird, anything in this forest, and himself. However, he was still interested. The curiousity overtook him as he watched from a distance to see what exactly could make such a sound and saturate the surrounding air with so much pressure.

As Madara dropped the bird to climb a nearby tree, he was able to see a large black shape in the distance. It seemed that whatever came, was already leaving. Madara looked towards his village and saw that it was up in flames. Narrowing his eyes, Madara looked back towards the shadow. He concentrated his senses and was able to make out a silhouette of a great winged beast that slowly disappeared into the clouds above.

'Dragon,' he thought as he relaxed his senses. If there were monsters out there that could rival the strength of the tailed beasts, then it would mean there were heights of strength that were far from himself. There were so many opponents to surpass! The world was certainly large!

Even if he was nowhere near his prime, he could once again feel the joy of overcoming an opponent, one that would push him beyond the limits. The rush that came from utilizing every inch of his power to emerge victorious was one he knew well.

Madara let out a sadistic and excited grin, thinking of the times that he and Hashirama fought.

'It seems that this world will be fun after all!'

With that thought, he felt the blood that ran cold for so long, boil hot inside him.

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Chapter 2 Finished! Next Chapter - Learn to dance again!

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