Chapter 9: The Shinobi Hunter
-Part 1: Tristania, Capital City of Tristain-
Louise and Madara left the gun shop while shadows watched at them from a dark corner. A Blue Rhine Dragon and two girls were lurking around.
"They are out, it's our chance to find out what they get!"
Tabitha just nodded without taking her eyes off the book, as usual.
Quickly, Kirche enters the store, followed by the bluenette and her dragon.
"Excuse meee~ Handsome man, would you be so kind as to answer a couple of questions?" The redhead said in a seductive voice.
The store manager seemed completely hypnotized by her.
"Uhm, If you see me in that way...you'll make me blush..." She tried to look embarrassed.
"..."
"...Wait a second."
The Zerbst approaches the manager and waves her hands repeatedly. She even tapped him on the cheeks, but he still didn't react. She chose to feel his pulse-taking his wrist.
"This...this is..."
Kirche pulls out her wand and presses it against the palm of her left hand. With a "Click" sound, black writings appear throughout the woman's body.
"Your seal. Why?" Tabitha asks.
"Someone trapped him on a Genjutsu."
"!?" Tabitha loses her impassive face for a few moments. "But...it means..."
"It is. That man, Madara, is a Shinobi." The redhead takes the old man's hands. "I will try to get him out of the illusion. Tabitha, wait outside. I'll see you in Tristania Square in a few minutes. "
"Sure?"
"It's safer to do this alone, just in case."
"Nn. See you." Without further delay, Tabitha leaves the store.
"Let's work..." Kirche focuses her CHAKRA. A few minutes passed, but the state of the man hadn't improved.
"It's not good..." She muttered. "Even if I intervene against the invasive chakra, I can't get him out of the genjutsu. It's as if it regenerates himself, turning this man into the illusion again." The redhead put a hurt face. "Just like with Tabitha's mother..."
Kirche shook her head. (No, it's not the time to think about that. I should try something else...maybe I can-)
Someone knocks the store door down without warning. An impatient Madara Uchiha enters the store as if he were making a robbery.
The Uchiha inspects the room, finding the poor devil who left suffering in the exact same position as before.
"..."
He set out to inspect the old man more closely. Like Kirche, he took his pulse.
(Odd...I swear I felt a chakra in this exact position.) The ninja left the store without more inspection.
Under the counter, Kirche had held her breath to not be caught.
With the seals activated, which made the marks on her body disappear, she waited a few seconds to exhale heavily. Kirche left her hiding place while looking at the exit, whose door had been torn off.
"That man...felt my Chakra...he is the tracker type." Kirche mutters. "If it wasn't for my Chakra and Willpower seals...he..."
Without noticing herself, Kirche was panting as she imagines what kind of "interrogation" Madara would have done with her.
Her hands moved 'suggestively' around her body. (I like this game ... how long will it take you to realize it? And more important...What will you do to me when you do it?)
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-Part 2: Courtyards of the Magic Academy-
Night.
Madara had finished sharpening his most recent acquisition, Derflinger, near a lion-headed fountain. After tearing off the rust that enveloped the sword, he sharpened it and now he was about to oil it so it would return to its former glory.
A rusty weapon was an unworthy object to carry by any Uchiha.
Madara wets a towel with grease and rubbed it over Derflinger's blade.
(This brings me back memories...) The ninja remembered the times where he and Hashirama dominated the battlefield. At that time, one of his favorite hobbies was weapon maintenance.
"This feels good! Thank you for returning me to this state, God Madara." Derflinger spoke happily. "...Oh...yes...right there...keep pushing..." He changed his tone as if they were doing something indecent.
Obviously, that wasn't funny to the Shinobi.
"One more moan and I will make you suffer all night..." Threatened a disgusted Madara.
"Kgmmmh!" The sword held his voice. He definitely didn't want to go through that dying experience again.
As the minutes passed, the new Derflinger looked as if it had just left the smithy. To prove his work, the shinobi swung the sword quickly, cutting the grass several feet from him. Of course, the runes on his left hand shone with each swing.
"As expected, you can even suppress the runes at your will. Usually, users automatically activate their power by touching a weapon. But that explains why I couldn't discover your identity."
"Hmph, it's an uncomplicated power to understand." Madara replied as he watched the glow on his hand fade despite continuing to carry the sword. "With the right will anyone could suppress these Runes. But let's put that aside. Now I need you to answer some questions."
Both asked each other questions.
"In short: You are a weapon created by Brimir's partner, the first Gandalfr. For reasons you don't remember, they forgot you and have lived the last 6000 years with different bearers. It seems that I am the second Gandalfr you meet, though." Madara summarized.
"Exactly. And you belong to the nobility of a distant kingdom...YES, LIKE HELL NO! I'm sorry God, but I'm not stupid. You are far from being a noble...or human. Really, Who and what are you?"
"... You don't need to know that. Also, I forbid you to call me 'God' or spread my true nature in front of people. I don't think you need to know what will happen to you otherwise, should I?" The Ninja threatened.
"Oh, come on...what a killjoy you are, huh?." The sword snorted.
The appearance of a known figure interrupted their conversation.
"Good evening, Sir Madara."
"Greetings, Siesta."
The maid carried clothes in a vessel. The Uchiha realized that she was coming to wash the clothes in the fountain near him.
"What are you doing on this cold night?" Asks the native of Tarbes as she looked at the whetstone, grease, cloths and other chemicals near the fountain.
"I did a little maintenance. This is my most recent acquisition." The Uchiha responds by showing his sword.
"Oh." The maid showed her open interest in the weapon. "If it doesn't bother you, would allow me to test it?"
"...Yes, why not. Don't talk." He whispers to Derflinger as he delivers the same.
The maid lowered the vessel and waved the sword in different poses.
(That Kenjutsu...)
"It's a good sword, though for my height it's too big..." Siesta said with a serious tone.
"I think the same. Someone trained you with swords?"
"My grandfather a little. He told me that the members of our clan dominated many fighting styles, one of them was with swords. "
"Clan? Which clan?" Madara pretended to be intrigued.
"I…I can't say it. My grandfather forbade us to spread the name of our Clan. I think it was to protect us and not end up like his father..." Siesta replied, returning the sword with a sad mood.
"I see. He is a wise man."
"I know."
Siesta washed the clothes diligently for a few minutes.
"...Sir Madara."
"Mmh?" He meditated in the Lotus position. Beside him lay an unusually silent, or rather silenced by the force, Derflinger.
"...Thank you so much." She bowed to the shinobi.
"...Why is that?" Madara shifted his gaze at her.
"For coming to our kitchen. Share your stories, desires, and knowledge." She said in a tone of deep respect. "You have the strength to do what your will wants and not abuse it. That has inspired us all, especially me. Now I feel I can push myself three times if I try. I also want to apologize. I didn't thank you when you fought on my behalf." Siesta lowered her head again.
('Not abuse it', huh? If you only knew...) "There is nothing to thank or forgive. If you help me, you will receive help from me. There is no more, no less."
"I knew you will say something like that." The maid said with a chuckle.
The Uchiha didn't understand what was funny about his response, but he didn't think she was mocking him.
"Thank you so much." She bowed again.
Before he could counter-argue again, Siesta quickly left with the vessel of washed clothes.
(This is bad. She spoke to me as if we would never see each other again. No matter what, I need a talk with that old man. He must have the answers I'm looking for...Hm?)
Madara felt a presence that wandered inside the academy. The way of moving from this stranger implied that he used stealth skills. Why would someone wander at night while trying to go unnoticed? At least you were a thief...
(This could be interesting...) In a blink, the Uchiha disappeared.
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-Part 3: Main Tower of the Magic Academy-
Rea de Longueville walked delicately in the middle of the night.
The Black Mage Hood she was wearing completely enveloped her body. Beyond that, the only thing that stood out was the long green hair that fluttered in the opposite direction as it passed.
Longueville was looking for the Treasure Room on the floor below the principal's office. She went downstairs and found a huge iron door. The entrance to the room was heavily secured with bolts and a giant padlock.
It's logical to secure this site since there were the most powerful and mysterious artifacts that can date even before the Academy was built.
After the secretary carefully examined the surroundings, with her earth magic she pulled her wand from her pocket.
Silently, she executed several spells toward the huge doors.
"Tsk. They secure it with Square-Class Magic." She muttered in disgust.
It was clear that the mages didn't spare effort to protect the Treasure Room.
(I can't do this silently. According to Colbert, only a physical force could tear down the walls of the room. But doing that would lead me to get everyone's attention...which would be terrible.) Longueville thought with the image of Madara and Osmond in her mind.
Before becoming a thief, Longueville had lived as a noble in the country of Albion. Thanks to her incredible ability to read people, she could distinguish between Amateur Mages and True Grand Masters. The few times she saw the Uchiha, Longueville noticed the movements of a warmonger. As if the man was the perfect combination between mage and knight.
That's why she had consulted with Professor Colbert about the Treasure Room without the unsuspecting fire mage realizing her purposes.
(I can summon a giant golem and try to forcefully charge, but if I get involved with the professors, and that perverted old man...no, that's completely out.) Facing the entire academy on its own was an unwise move. Her earth magic could be powerful, but not invincible.
(There's no choice...I will wait a little longer. I need to act when the opportunity comes.) With a sigh of resignation, Longueville returns to the upper floor followed closely by crimson eyes.
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-Part 4: Classroom-
The next day...
Madara, Louise, and the classmates were taking lessons with Professor Kaita, an expert wind mage.
In the lesson time, the classroom door opens and nervously Colbert entered.
"Colbert?! But what-" Kaita expressed in a tone of disgust.
"S-sorry. I apologize for the interruption." Colbert lowered his head briefly at the wind mage.
"I haven't finished the lesson yet..."
"We cancel lessons today." The fire serpent announced to the students, who responded with screams of joy. "I have another announcement to make." He interrupted again.
"Today is the birthday of our Founder Brimir, so his majesty's daughter, Princess Henrietta, will visit us on her way back from Germania." Whispers filled the room. "Our staff will be busy with arrangements, and therefore, lessons are canceled. I want everyone to prepare. Dress formally and meet at the main entrance as soon as possible." The students responded affirmatively in unison.
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-Part 5: Academy entrance-
Afternoon.
Guiche de Gramont wandered through an already deserted entrance of the Magic Academy.
Two hours ago, all the students had gathered to receive the Flower of Tristain, Princess Henrietta. The blonde showed a look of regret for having missed such an important and rare event.
(Maybe I should have left the reading for later...) He thought as the book he was holding was pressed against his chest. (What a waste...)
The last days after the duel against Madara, Guiche had refused to leave his room. He refused to eat, go to lessons, or simply interact with someone outside his room. The mages could heal his wounds ... but as for the psychological part...
"Haa..haa..haa." Without realizing it, he had started to hyperventilate. (I still feel insecure on the outside...)
The only thing that got him out of his ostracism was the little he heard about the Princess's visit. Unfortunately, he had come too late.
"It can't be helped..." He murmured in a defeated tone. "Back to my reading..."
For the public, they could classify the book to which the blond clung as 'Dirty'. The girls would throw that tome in the trash with disgust. But for Guiche, it had been the only window to forget his so terrible experience against the Crimson-eyed familiar.
"I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU."
Those words paralyzed Guiche. A black-haired man obstructed the blond walked.
(When? How?! Just a second ago I was completely alone!)
"Enjoying the weather, child?" Madara spoke sarcastically. "It doesn't matter, I come to collect the debt you have with me..."
"D-d-de...debt?" Guiche strained to reply. He was absolutely terrified because the source of his trauma was right in front of him.
"That's right." The Uchiha's eyes turned crimson with a strange pattern drawn on them. "I want my payment. NOW."
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-Part 6: Count Mott's residence-
Evening.
It wasn't a good day for Siesta.
The day before, Count Mott requested the maid to be transferred at Mott's residence. By 'transferred' it meant to become one of the Count's concubines since that was the usual practice in this case.
The native of Tarbes had no opinion on this. She must obey or be condemned as a criminal that disobeyed a royal decree.
After her arrival at the Count's residence in the morning, everything had been normal. She met the other maids, worked cleaning the mansion, and getting acquainted with the site. Thus until lunchtime.
After finishing her meal, Siesta felt strangely weak. As if someone had put drugs on her food. It wouldn't take much more than a couple of minutes for her consciousness to completely fade.
When Siesta woke up, she realized that the place was lacking light. Even if she was just waking up, it wasn't ordinary to see nothing. When trying to move, the maid couldn't make wide movements...something caught her hands and feet. A strong smell of death and putrefaction filled her olfactory sense.
A door opens, and it projects the silhouette of a man in an elegant suit.
"You finally wake up." Said a cold voice. The man slowly approached Siesta.
The maid finally had light. A quick glance at her limbs was enough to understand that someone chained her before. She was in a small cell with little more than straw to tread on.
"C-Count? W-what happens? Why am I-" Siesta's question was interrupted by a slap.
"Silence, scum." Mott said in anger. "And to think such a beautiful woman would be a heretic. But I guess you can't judge people just by their appearance..."
"M-me? Heretic?"
"You don't need to pretend before me, little Siesta. We have done an investigation of your situation. You are a shinobi, right?"
Siesta isn't scared, but things weren't going well. The slightest mistake or sign could mean not only her death...
"Shi-no-bi? My lord, I don't understand what you're talking abou-" Mott cuts her off with another slap.
"Don't play with me, you little trash. Anyway, it would be a shame to get rid of you so quickly. I will make you suffer slowly...at least until I bring your brothers here..." The count said sadistically.
"EH?" That was what she wanted to avoid.
Mott went to a furnace a few feet from the maid, took out his sword and placed it right in the center of the fire. "This should be a good start." He withdrew the sword which was red hot. "Now you will answer about your origins...little witch."
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-Part 7: Louise's room-
Night.
"You must be joking..." Madara speaks with disgust.
Louise was in deep trouble.
Though it had been a pleasant day for the pinkette, since she saw her precious Princess up close, it didn't end without unpleasant surprises.
After the Princess briefly greeted the students, she retired to her guest quarters at the Magic Academy. Immediately after that, Madara dragged her into a new torture session. It seemed, from Madara's perspective, that her highness' visit wasn't enough of an excuse to skip daily training.
What's more, instead he made her suffer longer than the day before. Today, she didn't stop casting spells one after another without rest.
A peculiarity situation was that Guiche, the blond noble with whom Madara had swept the floor, found himself at her side imitating the same spells that she did -at least the ones she tried since all the results were explosions-
At first, she didn't understand why someone like Guiche would help her without reason. But a closer look at his eyes gave her the clue she needed.
The blonde was completely hypnotized. And like a puppet, he followed the Uchiha's directions to the letter.
"Is necessary to force him to do this? I mean...I thought you had already settled grudges with him..." Louise said sadly. She wasn't the type to use people against their will.
"It's absolutely necessary. Also, I refrained from killing him back then. With this, I will overlook his past transgressions." Madara replied as if he was saying something obvious.
Ending the torture session, Louise meandered toward her room. The mental fatigue from using so much magic had left her with serious dizziness. Beside her, Madara walked without caring about the little girl's condition.
"Miss Vallière!"
Louise turned tiredly. "Professor Colbert..."
"Finally I find you!" The bald man smiles at her. "Professors told me you left right after the students greeted the princess, is there something wrong?"
"N-no, not at all. I just had some stuff to do." (Like being forced to chant spells until dusk...what kind of excuse is that?) She thought in exasperation.
"I see." The Fire Serpent nodded. He gave Madara a strange look before greeting him. "Good evening to you, sir..."
"Madara." The Uchiha said by noting that he had never introduced himself before any professor. He vaguely remembered that this was the man who had confirmed his power as Gandalfr. It wasn't as if he cared who this mage was. As long as the noble kept his mouth shut on who and what Madara was, this man is little or no concern.
"Madara. It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Jan 'Jean' Colbert. A professor who teaches Fire Magic." Colbert bowed slightly. "I hope you enjoy your life at the Academy and can assist Miss Vallière when the times come."
(Assist her, like a 'Familiar'? Hmph! I'm not a damn weakly summon. Anyway, it's not worth making an incident for this...) "I'll do what I can." He replied flatly.
The professor nodded. "Miss Vallière, I must give you news." He turned his gaze at the pinkette. "Tomorrow morning, all students will give a talent show with their familiars. The one who introduces the most impressive and talented familiar will be granted the recognition of the Princess herself. Of course, she and the Headmaster will be spectators, and they will decide who is the winner. I encourage you to rest and think carefully about your presentation. It wouldn't be funny if you had...problems in front of the two biggest figures in Halkeginia."
It was then that Louise's mind stopped working.
This is bad. The familiar's presentation was like a game show where the familiar and master must impress the public.
Right now, they were both in Louise's room. Facing each other having a serious conversation on the subject. Derflinger was there too, silently at Madara's waist.
When Louise informed him of the act, Madara imagined himself carrying out many shameful acts, such as displaying Taijutsu or Ninjutsu as if they were tools made to impress children.
"I'm not a circus animal. I refuse to take part in such event." Obviously, that would be his answer.
If the shinobi didn't participate, they could take it as an insult to Henrietta herself. The pinkette might try to convince them it's an unfit action because Madara is the royalty from a distant kingdom. But that could be seen as an unsubstantiated excuse. It was hard enough convincing people that a 'commoner' became her familiar...
Madara shifted his gaze at the door.
*Knock Knock
(Huh? Who will be at this hour?) Louise thought. The little mage carefully opens the door.
Standing there was a girl. Completely covered by a black veil.
"...Wait...you are...?!" Louise was in shock as the mystery girl gestured with her finger to lower her voice.
"It's been a long time, Vallière." She removed her veil.
Louise immediately knelt. "Your Highness! Coming to a humble place like this..." The pinkette spoke with the utmost respect.
"Louise! Please stop acting so formally. We are friends, don't we?" Speaks the Princess.
"I'm not worthy of such kind words, Your Highness. I just was lucky to be his playmate as a child."
"Oh, please. Just stop it."
While both shared a bit about their past, Madara took the time to closely inspect the woman in question. In a non-perverted way of course...
"...Oh, right, Princess..." Louise waved her hand, thus introducing her partner. "He is..."
"Oh, I'm so sorry!"
"Eh!? W-why?"
"For bothering both. He is your lover, isn't he?" Henrietta innocently assumed.
"N-no! I-i-it's not! " The pinkette stuttered as he flushed red with embarrassment. "T-to the public, he is my familiar. But to me, he is my most trusted p-p-partner."
"Familiar? Partner?" The Princess examined the man who remained with impassive gaze and his arms crossed. "But isn't he a human being..." "!" Henrietta, for some reason, was startled.
"He is. I know it sounds crazy, but he is genuinely a member of royalty from a far kingdom." Louise continued with the presentation without realizing the change in Henrietta. "Princess, I present you to Madara Uchiha." He gestured toward her partner.
"Impossible." Madara mutters in bewilderment as his impassive gaze broke. Ignoring everything else, his crimson gaze focused on the Halkeginia's Flower.
"..." Henrietta remained expressionless as she studied the black-haired man.
"Princess, is something wrong?" Finally, Louise noticed the sudden change.
"No, nothing happens." The young woman regained her slight smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Madara Uchiha. I'm Princess Henrietta Ana Estuardo." She bows towards the Uchiha.
(It's not a [Henge no Jutsu] or a Genjutsu.) The Uchiha clenches his teeth. (And it's too much coincidence...)
"Madara?" Louise returns him to reality.
The Shinobi pretended to regain his composure. "Nice to meet you, I am Madara Uchiha. Have you ever heard that name?"
"I had never heard of the Uchiha nobles. I'm sorry if this offends you." The princess bows again.
(She is not lying...) "It's not a problem. Most people don't know me." The ninja turns to Louise. "I will take a walk. See you tomorrow."
Before they could respond back, he left the room.
"He seems to be in a bad mood. I'm sorry if his attitude seemed a bit rough." Louise lowered her head.
"Don't worry. It's not a problem at all." Henrietta replied with a reassuring smile. "Has he tried to do something with you?
"Eh? What do you mean, Princess?"
"I heard rumors that he is some...dangerous."
(The fight against Guiche must have reached her ears...) "Don't worry." Louise smiled. "I can assure you that Madara would never raise his hand unless someone seriously offends him."
"I didn't mean that ... but it's fine." Henrietta nodded. "Still, I come to warn you. Please, be careful. You never know when one of THAT MAGES may attack the Academy..."
She alluded to the three most wanted criminals in all Halkeginia.
"Has anything been known about those Traitors?" The pinkette asked angrily. It was obvious to everyone that those three were mages betrayed their kingdoms to become criminals. It's unknown which ones because they lacked information, though.
"Not quite. Fouquet and the Peeper have stopped making their appearances. As for the Kidnapper..." The princess's gaze filled with concern. "Louise, you must watch your back. You never know when this mage can even try to take you."
"B-but I thought the Kidnapper is only looking for commoners!"
"That's the great part of the incidents. Reports have come to me of low-ranking nobles disappearing...few, but most nobles are still more scared of Fouquet." The Princess dejectedly sighed. "What nonsense...worrying more about their treasures than people's lives..."
"Thank you very much for your wise advice." Louise lowered her head respectfully.
"You're welcome. The coolness with you take this situation surprises me, though..."
"That's because I have Madara with me!" Louise smiled, showing her teeth slightly. "I have nothing to fear!"
"Mmm. He must be very strong. I would love to hear more about him... "
"It's a long story! Please have a seat, Princess." Louise respectfully showed towards the bed. She and Henrietta talked closely to each other. "It all started on the Familiar Summoning Day..."
For the time being, Louise completely forgot about the Familiar Presentation.
Neither of them suspected that the Shinobi was listening carefully to their conversation from the other side of the door.
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-Part 8: Tristain forests-
Midnight.
Madara ran at breakneck speed in the shadow of the Tristain woods.
"God Madara, where are we going?" Derflinger asks.
"I'm getting the maid."
During the morning, the ninja asked about Siesta. Chef Marteau confirmed that the maid was suddenly transferred to join Count Mott's maids.
"Oh, you mean the woman who held me? Is she important?"
"That's right. Siesta is a key player in my plans, and I suspect she is in danger."
"In danger? Why? I didn't see she was a criminal or anything."
"On this continent, people of my...type are considered heretics. Coincidentally, that maid was forced to change of job. Coincidentally, there is someone hunting people. And coincidentally, that maid shares the same origins that me... "
It could all be a simple coincidence, though. But it was better to be paranoid than to regret losing an important puppe- ally.
"Heh, it means we are going to fight, right? This will be the return of my retirement!" The sword laughed enthusiastically.
As Derflinger keep talking, the Uchiha ignored him and focus his senses on another matter. Princess Henrietta's face returned to his mind.
(That girl...looks exactly like Uchiha Aika! But there is no trace of Chakra on her. Who the hell is she? Are they two related or is it just a coincidence?)
After crossing miles away, the spiky-haired man reached just in front of the Count's residence.
(I'll leave that for later ...) The Uchiha's gaze turned into a predator's. (Luckily, the [Juin Jutsu] let me know the exact location of that woman.)
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-Part 9: Count Mott's residence-
The Count was comfortably drinking wine in his chair. Beside him, several maids were ready to serve him whatever he wanted.
Suddenly, a butler burst into the room.
"What's going on?" Mott asked with a frown.
"Master, we have an intruder."
"Take care of him. I had enough fun for today." Said as he briefly recalled his time alone with Siesta.
A loud crash echoed through the mansion. The wine that the noble was holding spilled lightly onto his hand.
"Forget what I said." Mott shook his hand to remove the wine. "I will personally take care of this."
The noble pulled out his wand and headed for the entrance on the first floor. There he encountered a man in a mage hood and crimson eyes surrounded by the bodies of his fallen guards.
"Who the hell are you?" Mott asked scornfully.
"Are you Count Mott?" Asked the stranger.
"And what business do you have with me?"
"I demand that you return the maid who responds to Siesta. Do it, and you will live to see a new day..." The hooded man threatened. "Refuse it...and I will crush you like a bug."
"Insolent commoner!" Mott yelled with hatred. "I won't give you to that heretic. And you will die here!"
The Count waved his cloak gracefully. "My runic name is Elegant Vortex!" Mott started a chant, while Madara coolly looked at him. "{Water around me, become the rain that ends the life of my enemy} [Arrows of water]!"
The water from several vases was gathered and took the form of arrows that surrounded Madara. The Uchiha dodged every projectile launched at him thanks to the help of his [Sharingan].
"Boring..." The shinobi muttered with disappointment. "I don't have time to play with you. I'll get this over with-"
"Wait!" Derflinger caught his attention in the middle of the arrows' rain. "Use me! I don't want to come back feeling useless!" The ancient sword pleaded.
(I must test its usefulness anyway.) "Hmph...as you like." Madara said as he unsheathed Derflinger.
(Kgh ... this guy dodged everything!) The Count growled internally. "You won't get away from this!"
The noble raises his wand towards Madara. "{Waves, wrap my enemy and drag him into the depths...}"
"Hope the next spell you take it seriously..." The Uchiha spoke with mockery.
"Take my special move! [Giant Vortex]!"
Ambient humidity rose and amplified to become large amounts of water. The water gathered in a vortex shape. Mott directed it towards the shinobi intending to drag him.
Madara activated the runes on his left hand intending to resist the spell.
To his surprise, Derflinger contacted first the water. The sword absorbed the spell little by little.
(...I had my suspicions...someone made this item intending to be held by a Gandalfr.) The Uchiha analyzed. (It uses the [Gakido] to absorb spells. Any mage who fights against the wielder of this sword would become a peasant. This is surely why Gandalfr was considered unbeatable in battle.)
Seconds passed, and Derflinger had finally caught up all the water vortex.
Madara felt his physical abilities increase after the spell.
"Huff~ That was refreshing..." The sword snorted. "Oops...I should tell you about my ability..."
"Next time I won't let it pass without punishment." Madara smiles slightly. (It transforms spells into cellular energy. Anyone who fights with this weapon would become tireless. It's definitely useful.)
"O-of course. It's not happening again..."
"What the hell just..." The surprised Count speaks. "What are you!?"
In a blink, Madara swung his sword several times, making biting winds that smashed Mott's wand to a thousand pieces. With no relaxation, the Shinobi lunged toward the taciturn nobleman, slamming Mott's nape against the wall while holding his neck.
"Kgha!" The Count groaned in pain.
"Now that you've calmed down..." Madara's eyes shifted to the pattern of the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan. "I have questions for you. Painful questions..."
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-Part 10: Tristain forests-
A strong blow in the face was what welcomed Siesta to the real world.
She had been knocked out for a couple of hours after the Count's painful torture sessions. Now she kept the burned and cut maid's clothes as evidence of that event.
What most surprised the native of Tarbes is that, for some reason, the strong pain from burns had diminished considerably.
When Siesta opened her eyes, all she could see was a pointy black mane.
"You took your time to wake up." Said a well-known voice.
"Sir...Madara?"
Madara carried Siesta on his back as he moved from tree to tree.
"What...happened?"
"That's something you should already know."
It took a few seconds for the maid to figure out her situation.
"It's true...the Count...knew about my origins. He wanted to make me suffer…" She spoke in a low voice. "And then...my brothers! He wants to hurt my brothers! Sir Madara, I need-!"
"Keep your voice down, woman." The Uchiha ordered dryly. "I already took care of that Count. You will never hear anything from him again."
(He...took care?) "How?...why?"
"Don't get the wrong idea. This is nothing more than an 'exchange of favors'." Madara cleared his voice. "Today, you have acquired a great debt to me. But one day, I will make you repay that debt. There is no more, nor less."
His intentions towards the maid were to use her to his advantage. Though that might make him look like a shameless man to a troubled damsel, Siesta was grateful.
She knew that Madara wasn't a knight in shining armor who placed himself in danger only by his sense of chivalry. No, he was calculating, proud, strong, and merciless.
But still, she was experiencing something strange inside. A feeling of relief and security overwhelm her.
"Hehe..hehe hehe." Siesta chuckled.
"What's so funny?"
"It's always the same with you. I am happy about it."
The Shinobi stared at Siesta for a few seconds, but his response was only a "Hmph." before turning his sight forward.
It had been a long day, but Siesta can finally fall asleep peacefully until she returns home.
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Author's Notes:
This chapter was hell to do. I think I checked and changed it about 25 times, without exaggeration. Obviously this doesn't excuse me for my long hiatus. But at least I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.
What have I been doing all this time? Well, not much. Just I felt insecure about keep going with this Fic. Many have let me know that I lack grammar, which I appreciate. But at the same time, it embarrassed me to realize my mistakes. I felt I was unworthy to keep writing this crossover. I know this has a good plot, but if I can't express it in the best way... it's no different from a shit fic.
Anyway, I am going to take advantage of the quarantine to finish as many chapters as possible.
GrumpyGrue: I don't get half of your review XD. But thanks for the comment.
Guest: I'm sorry that it was too short the chapter.
Black night sun: Yes, and many people will try too.
Mathew5641: I'm really happy that you enjoyed the chapter. I have a lot of things prepared for Madara. Hope I see you in the next chapters!
Guest chapter 8. Nov 20, 2019: Just kill Eleonore with no more? I can't do that. You need to read what is Ninshū.
Guest chapter 10. Nov 20, 2019: Am I boring you? Sorry, but it is what it is.
Guest chapter 4. Nov 22, 2019: It wasn't much effort to make him look like an idiot. Madara Uchiha, the big boss of Naruto was tricked like a child! That's pathetic!
RunOnSentences: It has a good explanation, but many chapters are missing to make it known.
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