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"The peace of a dead world." Madara said to himself as he looked out over the landscape before him. Rolling plains that expanded for miles in every direction, the rare tree could be seen dotting the area every so often like the one he sat under now, otherwise grass and flower covered the ground. In the far distance a snow capped mountain reached high into the beautiful blue sky.

It had been several weeks since his conversation with the pair of would be gods and in that time he decided to travel, he had no destination nor goal, he simply wandered aimlessly out of pure curiosity. He'd yet to make contact with any life other than wild animals not that he minded, he found this planet held beauties like nothing he'd ever seen in his world. Days earlier he'd walked through a forest filled with trees with crimson, it was simply breath taking. The oceans were all but untouched by pollution. Madara often found himself wishing he was a poet so he could capture the scenery in words.

Madara laid back against the tree with his eyes closed as he simply listened to the wind. His black hair flowed in the wind, his light skin enjoyed the warmth of the sun. The chances he'd randomly encounter people was low yet even if he was intentionally refraining from expanding his sense, even still he allowed himself to take on his human appearance rather than his sage form, he wore a dark blue kimono identical to the one he often wore when he lead the Uchiha clan during the rare times he wasn't in his armor. If anyone were to see him in his sage form they'd either attack him believing he was a monster or worship him as a god, neither of which he had any interest in. His shepherds crook laid in the grass next to him as he allowed himself to doze off into a light sleep, something he didn't need but simply enjoyed.

Days Later

Madara sighed as he looked down on the small settlement in the distance, he knew it was a possibility but didn't expect to actually find one with how spread out humanity still was. As he continued walking towards the settlement, his crook attached to his back by a cloth sash, which he could see was surrounded by crude wooden walls and wooden spikes sticking out of the ground in front of the walls, likely a defense against the grimm.

Madara of course could sense the set of eyes watching him from in the trees surrounding the area, ignoring them he continued approaching the walls. As he got closer the familiar smells of humanity met his nose, cooking, smoke, sweat and waste. To his slight surprise there was no guard at the wall when he arrived, raising his hand to the wall he felt the wood. He was no carpenter but even he could tell these walls were less than ideal for defending against grimm, at best it would keep the beasts at bay long enough for the inhabitants to take positions to defend. The wood was also extremely dry and untreated, the slightest spark would light the whole wall like a match.

Madara tilted his head to the side and raised his free hand catching a small rock that would have struck him in the back of the head. Without turning around and a light flick of the wrist he sent the pebble back towards the one who threw it.

"OW! Ah!" He young voice cried as a body fell from a nearby tree to the ground. A young boy sat up rubbing both his back where he landed and his forehead where the rock had hit him. When the boy opened his eyes he looked to where Madara had been standing only to find he was gone.

"A tail, how interesting." The boy whipped around to find Madara standing behind him with his arms crossed.

Madara watched panic form on the boy who had what appeared to be a common squirrels tail, he grabbed another nearby rock from the ground and threw at him only for him to tilt his head to the side once again allowing it to pass by. He looked around as panic grew to true fear and found a stick, grabbing it he scrambled to his feet and began swinging it wildly at Madara who simply stepped to the side and grabbed the boys wrist, gave it a light twist as he kicked the boys foot out from under him sending him to the ground along side his stick.

Madara held a small grin on his face as he watched the boy scramble backwards until his back met a tree, he was rubbing his wrist as he watched Madara with fear still clear. Madara leaned over and grabbed the stick the boy dropped and looked it over for a few seconds before giving a quick swing, looking back to the boy he tossed it to the ground at the boys feet. "Try again." Madara told him.

The boy paused for a few seconds looking between the stick and Madara, he grabbed the stick this time with both hands. Holding it in front of him he readied himself, his face had lost a small amount of fear and appeared to gain a bit of anger. "HAH!" He cried as he lunged forward in a thrusting motion. Madara used the back of his hand to slap the tip of the stick lightly throwing the boys whole stance off balance, he raised his other hand as the boy passed by, then with a simple flick of his finger to the side of the head the boy was knocked to the ground again. "Dammit, that hurts!" He whined as he rubbed the spot Madara flicked.

"Is that all you can do?" Madara asked clearly amused with his arms crossed, a grin on his face.

The boy grit his teeth and grabbed the stick again. "Shut up human!" He made a wide swing that Madara simply stepped backwards to avoid. Then the boy brought up his free hand and threw a handful of dirt towards Madara's face, closing his eyes he allowed the dirt to hit him. The boy gained a wide smile as he swung at Madara once again only for Madara to hold up his hand and catching the stick.

With his other hand he wiped the dirt off of his face. "While I compliment your willingness to use underhanded tactics, blinding your opponent is pointless if your so predictable they don't need to be able to see to defend." Almost all of the boys fear had taken away and turned to frustration and anger. "You've got fire in you boy, doesn't he?" Madara looked over to a nearby bush. After a few moments a man stood up with a bow in hand, an arrow trained on Madara.

"Identify yourself intruder." The man demanded as he approach, a pair of canine ears stood up on his head though one was missing a large chunk. Likely an old battle injury by the way it was scarred over. "And state your reasons for being here." His narrowed eyes watched Madara closely as he never lowered his arrow.

"Madara Uchiha, I'm a wanderer and my finding your settlement here is pure luck." Madara told the man, not at all concerned by the arrow pointed at him. "I've been traveling for several weeks now and grew excited when I stumbled upon civilization." Madara chuckled.

"And what will you do now that you've found our village?" The man asked.

Madara tilted his head. "What would I do? As I said, I'm a wanderer simply passing through."

"A wanderer with the reflexes and skill to catch a stone thrown from behind him and then send it back to it's thrower?" The asked with skepticism filling his voice. "Come, I'll let the chief decide what to do with you."

Madara thought about what to do for a few moments, on one hand this could prove to be entertaining for a short while. On the other hand he could consider this interfering with this worlds people. After another few moments Madara shrugged, he decided such minor interactions like this couldn't real be considered 'interference'. Also if he changed his mind at any point it would beyond simple to simply leave without leave any trace of himself. From a simple body flicker to creating a portal to another world, he had a million way of getting out of their at a moments notice.

Following the boy to the front gate of the village with the man still behind him with arrow aimed at his back. The rudimentary wooden gate opened up and he was walked in and towards the center of the small village. It was mostly simple wooden huts and other primitive buildings, allowing his sense to spread just a little Madara could tell there were just over three hundred people within this village. It was about half a mile in diameter at it's widest and contained about seventy buildings. Many of the inhabitants began following them and gathering at the center of the village. He didn't require his senses to tell him that everyone present was one of the new race he felt after first waking up. Each seemed to have a single animalistic trait somewhere on their bodies.

They came to a halt at the center of town where several more men approach holding primitive weapons aimed at him, mainly spears and short swords. "Boy, go get the chief." The man with the bow told the young boy who nodded and ran off.

Madara simply stood still while examining the small crowd of people gathering all around, their responses typical to a small isolated community when faced with outsiders. The men either stood ready to fight or simply glared at him, young children pointed at him only for their mothers to lead them away and into their homes, women stood in groups whispering among themselves. He could even see a couple children old enough to be detached from their mothers hips peeking over nearby roofs.

"Canus, you've found an outsider and a human one at that I see." An older man spoke up as he approached along side the boy and several more men, people moved out of his way as he walked. He was easily the oldest person present which likely made him the chief of this village, it made sense, elders had the most experience and were generally the wisest.

"Chief, I found this human just outside the eastern wall. He claims to be a wanderer who merely stumbled upon our village accidentally." Canus responded.

The older man stepped closer to Madara taking a closer look, Madara took the chance to get a closer look himself. The man appeared to be in his late fifties, he had long greying black hair. He stood about a head and a half shorter than Madara, what stood out the most to Madara however were his pupils. They were horizontal black lines identical to those of a toad. Madara couldn't stop himself from grinning at the memories they brought back, memories of a certain blonde and his three companions who fought so hard to stop him all those centuries ago.

"A wanderer you say, this area has a rather dense population of demons. Not many wanderers would be willing to risk entering the woods that surround our village for miles in all directions. Yet here you stand with nary a scratch on you." The old man spoke skeptically. Interestingly the man referred to grimm as demons, it made sense that not every culture would share a name for the beasts.

"Had I known there were so many I would not have bothered and simply taken the other way around the mountain." He gestured to the mountain several miles east of them. At this point the only thing keeping Madara in the village was pure curiosity, and somewhere deep deep down, in a place even he may not be aware of, he craved human contact. He was a being of god like power, an immortal sage, but he was also human. Humans were social creatures that desired to be around others, and even if Madara was a loner who'd spent the vast majority of his life alone, even he sometimes felt the desire for something to break that solitude. It was one of the few reasons he didn't simply seal off his island and allowed the brother gods to visit every once in a blue moon, even if he was never fond of either.

"Unfortunately I was already over a days walk in before a horde located and attacked me." It was a lie, the grimm never approached him. They would actually turn and flee the moment they noticed him, he wasn't sure how but the beasts appeared to instinctively know who he was, or they could somehow tell how powerful he truly was and knew attacking him meant certain obliteration. "I managed to slay the beasts rather with relative ease only to be attacked again only minutes later, after that I too to a more stealth oriented approach to traveling until I found your village."

"I see, and these hordes. How large would you say they were?" The chief asked.

Madara pretended to think for a moment. "The larger of the two couldn't have been more than fifteen." This brought about a wave of whispers from the surrounding crowd. Apparently that was more than was normal for a single person to defeat on their own.

The chief took on a surprised and somewhat nervous expression. "You must be a guardian then, my apologies for any disrespect you may have suffered from our hunter and his apprentice." He bowed his head, many others in the crowd did the same.

Madara narrowed his eyes at those bowing. "I am not, I've never heard even heard of a guardian before. As I've already told your hunter I am a wanderer, nothing more." He waved his hand.

The chief looked back up to him. "Were you able to defeat the demons with ease?"

Madara crossed his arms beginning to grow irritated. "Yes."

"And you have unique abilities impossible for others to copy?" This earned a raised eyebrow from Madara, to his knowledge magic had been almost entirely removed from the people of this world. Only Ozma, Salem and their offspring should hold such powers. Perhaps it had to do with this new energy he felt within these people. If this lead to him learning more about that power, maybe this wouldn't be a complete waste of time.

"Yes I do." Holding his hand out to the ground a tiny vine began sprouting out of the dirt only to grow larger and taller until it reached his hand and a flower bloomed. At seeing this several in the crowd dropped to their knees.

"Then it is true, you are a guardian." The elder spoke with his head bowed earning a sigh from the sage.

One hour later

Madara sat on a large blanket that covered the ground of the wooden hut, several other men including the one who had been holding him at arrow point sat on along side him. The elder had invited him to a small banquet as was the tradition when a 'guardian' arrived in their town. Madara kept his eyes shut as he meditated quietly, he could feel the negative emotions of the men around him. Their hatred towards him for being 'human', they had no way of knowing that at this point they were closer to human than he was.

He felt their rage, the fear of the women and children, it didn't surprise him. These people were different, that fact alone is enough for them to be hated. Humans have always hated things different from them, whether that be another race with odd features or another country with different customs. Different things were scary to most people, fear almost always lead to hate. So it was to be human. Madara however was not afraid and he did not hate these people, nor did he like them for that matter, they were an interesting little anomaly and nothing more.

"I apologize deeply for keeping you waiting Guardian." The elder man spoke entering the hut holding a wooden gourd, one of the men passed out crude wooden cups. "Please have some juice while the women finish cooking the meal." The elder pour the juice from the gourd into his cup before handing it to one of the men who began passing it around.

Madara took a sip of the juice, it was actually closer to a wine than a juice, the flavor was quite strong and he had no doubt it could put most men on their backs with only a few cups. Sadly one of the few down sides of being all but immune to poison was the inability to become intoxicated, a shame to as even he use to enjoy drinking until a light buzz took hold. He never drank until he was fully intoxicated, to do so would leave him vulnerable to attack, many a great warrior had fallen do to drunkenness.

"How is it?" A large man across from him asked. "As good as the stuff humans make?" He laughed.

"Raja, you will not disrespect a guardian under my roof." The elder chastised.

Madara grinned taking another sip. "It's strong, far sweeter than what I'm use to. It has a pleasant aroma to it as well. A fruit based drink no doubt, far different from the bitter taste of the rice wine I use to drink." Madara spoke before draining the last of it. "Different but not worse, whether it be fruit or rice it will leave you stumbling if you drink enough."

The elder nodded to his words. "Wise words, I just wish more could appreciate good drink regardless of the brew." He said with a small smile.

A smile grew on Madara's face as well. "I happen to travel a lot being a wanderer, so I've had the opportunity to taste drink from far and wide. Unfortunately far to many are cursed with flawed and fickle pallets, such ignorance can sour the flavors and fragrances they make." He explained leaving most in the room completely confused to what he and the elder were talking about. "Now onto more important topics, please explain what a 'guardian' is and they're significance. I've managed to figure a few things out on my own but would like to learn more. That is one of the reasons I wander after all, I wish to learn more about the world around us."

The elder nodded. "A guardian is one who has been touched by the spirits and given the ability to harness the power of their souls to achieve impossible feats and perform miracles. Acts like shaping darkness into weapons or moving faster than the eye can follow. Though their powers may differ, they are all nigh invincible. Arrows bounce off their bodies, axes snap on impact and spears splinter." The elder explained with clear fear and respect in his voice. "A single guardian is capable of slaying dozens of demons with ease. They are defenders chosen by the spirits to protect us from the demons, and thus are to be honored and respected regardless of whether they be human or kin."

As he said this several women entered the hunt carrying wooden platters with several different types of food. A plate was placed before Madara who, so as not to appear rude, grabbed several pieces of the provided food. Mainly meat, a few pieces of fruit and corn. The men sat in silence for several minutes as they ate until elder spoke up once more. "Normally it's tradition to shares stories of past hunts and battles as we feast, do your people have such a custom?" He asked with clear interest.

"Generally we would tell such stories after a successful battle over a great deal of drink, sometimes with music and dancing, though I rarely partook in such celebrations." Madara explained while remembering the celebrations his clan would hold after a victory against the Senju clan in his youth, he often avoid these parties in favor of training. "But if it's your custom than I'm sure I can recall a few stories." Madara said sipping at the water given to him. "Once, years ago near my home was a... demon that took the form of a massive fox with nine tails." Madara began his tale.

A bit of world building, I'm still deciding the direction I want to take this story. Leave me a review and tell me what you think. LATER.