Chapter 3

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Suddenly, a shadow fell on him. He looked up, and straight into the eyes of a large fishman. His hands and feet were bleeding, but in his eyes he could see iron determination.

Madara smiled at him. "Good morning."

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The fishman blinked, confused. "Morning?" He asked, Madara's response clearly not being what he had expected.

Madara smiled. "Where I come from, morning begins exactly one minute into the new day."

The fishman looked at him. By the way this guy acted, and the way he felt, he was dangerous. "Are you a helper of the Tenryuubito?" He asked. If so, then he would have to die quickly.

Madara looked at the Tenryuubito he had just killed, the burning one, snorted and nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yes, yes, I help them. In fact, I'm helping them become something very important for the ecosystem." He said while chuckling.

"And what would that be?" The fishman asked.

Madara gave him a smile that reeked of so much cheerfulness that the fishman shivered. "Fertilizer." He answered.

The Fishman looked at the Tenryuubito that was a few feet away. "So you did that?"

Madara shrugged. "Guilty. So who am I talking to?"

The fishman looked at him, the determination once again burning in his eyes. "I am Tiger Fisher, an adventurer. I have come to free my fellow brethren from the Tenryuubito's clutches. Who are you, human?"

Madara nodded to himself. "You climbed the Red Line all by yourself? Well, it would explain the condition of your hands and feet. My name is Madara Uchiha. I hail from far away, and was swept here. A Tenryuubito claimed me as a slave. As I know little of the world, I remained here for a while, milking this place for information. When the Tenryuubito tried to brand me, I killed him. I had decided to do the world a favor and... reduce the number of Tenryuubito. I personally care little of the other slaves, but I will not stand in your way, and since our goals seem to be close enough, would you mind if I accompanied you for a while, Tiger Fisher? A little more chaos is needed to hunt these rats out of their holes. Oh, and if you haven't found her yet, there is a mermaid chained to a pool over there. The guy is one of the larger slave-owners, I think his name was Rosewart, or something like that."

Tiger spun around in the direction Madara was pointing and smashed the stone fence with a punch. Madara whistled in approval. He'd have to find some more information about fishmen. He had heard rumors that some could enact some control over currents and water in common, but hadn't found any fact to back that up. Then again, he didn't trust a book about fishmen written by a human any more than he would have trusted a sheep's evaluation of a steak. People wrote about stuff they didn't understand, for glory, for a few coins, for whatever, that was true in this world just as much as in his.

The mermaid was quickly freed and the house stormed. Tiger had asked Madara to take care of the human slaves, while he freed his brethren. As it seemed, the lord was not at home. What a shame. Still, Madara opened the door to the human slave quarters. He played cheery. "Good news people! Mariejois is burning and your contracts have been canceled. Everybody out." He couldn't help it. The sound of fire and the panicked shouts had made him giddy. It made him remember his old world, and some of the fights. Of course not everything back then was great, and Madara had been tired of fighting, but that thrill when one faced an enemy one-on-one, that rush when both fought with all they had... he missed that.

The people looked at him, frightened, and Madara sobered. "All jokes aside, Tiger Fisher and I came here to free you all. Mariejois is on fire, so they have more pressing things to do than look for some runaway slaves." He walked around, unlocking collars with the keys he had loote... pickpocketed from the guards. It wasn't like they'd need them, or anything else, in the foreseeable future.

Amongst the free slaves, he found the three he had noticed before, the two snake-women and the much too young dancer. They looked at him completely frightened, and whimpered at any physical contact. Great, trauma-patients. Once he had freed all of the slaves, he turned to them. "Listen all of you, and listen well! You are free! You have been enslaved, you have been humiliated, but NO MORE! Retribution has come to your oppressors, and freedom welcomes you back into its arms! BUT! But, there are still those who wish to enslave you once more! I say to you now, DO NOT LET THAT HAPPEN! Mariejois will burn, and nobody will pay any attention to you. An opportunity like this will never occur again! I tell you all here, Run! Run and NEVER GET CAUGHT AGAIN!" Madara knew how to work a crowd. Being a clan-head meant that one had to.

The slaves obeyed and ran. They ran like the hounds of hell were after them, through broken walls and gates opened so that help could enter and the Tenryuubito could escape.

On the way out, Madara met Tiger Fisher again. The two nodded at each other in mutual respect. Madara spoke. "Free the slaves Tiger, you deserve it for climbing the Red Line. I will create a distraction that will keep the idiots occupied."

Tiger nodded. This man had come not to save, although he happily did so, but to kill. And indeed, with Tenryuubito dying, nobody would pay attention to a fishman running around freeing slaves. "Good luck, Madara Uchiha."

Madara smiled. "And godspeed, Tiger Fisher. We will most likely not meet again. It was an honor to walk by your side." The fishman had an unbreakable will and a fierce spirit, both of these things Madara wished for in those that fought alongside him.

With that, the two separated, Tiger to free slaves, and Madara to slay enslavers.

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Madara looked around. This was the type of battle that left him wishing for peace. It was not a clash of two enemies of great power and skill, this was slaughtering sheep, something that sickened him. Apparently rumors spread fast, as troops were starting to look for someone who killed Tenryuubito. Currently he had the blood of nine on his hands, plus that of a few soldiers who saw him. A lone Marine ran past him, and Madara grabbed his gun while sinking his other hand into the man's guts. He collapsed, and didn't get back up.

While he had never worked a weapon like this 'gun' before, he had seen it in use, and the principle was simple enough. You pointed that thing were you wanted the bullet to go, and pull the trigger. Reloading was a bit more tricky, but one shot and a decent club was really all Madara expected from this thing.

He looked around for a suitable target, and smiled. "What have we here?" He muttered. It was an entire flock of Tenryuubito, two men and two children, three of them wearing round helmets, the last man wearing what looked like the top half of an egg. Madara aimed for that one

Focus, activate Sharingan, calculate movements, make sure that it was a clear shot, correct aim, FIRE!

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Roswald was running for his life, gently pushing his children ahead. Shalulia was looking around in terror, while Charloss seemed grumpy to leave the buffet-table. Roswald knew that his daughter was the sharper one of the two, and that she had heard the rumor that someone who was killing Tenryuubito when he had been informed. The fact that they had already spotted three dead Tenryuubito as they rushed along was doing nothing to calm them. Screaming, shouts, the sound of burning buildings, the sound of bullets being shot wildly into the air, everything was pandemonium! To his right ran the host of the party they had visited, Saint Lucist.

Secretly, Roswald blamed Lucist for all this. That stupid sword he had bought in an auction and bragged about the entire evening had brought the calamity onto their heads.

Suddenly, the sound of a single shot, a sound that should have drowned in the maelstrom of noise, rang through the air. Lucist stumbled, the sword slipping out of his fingers, and fell to the ground, where he laid motionlessly. His head had turned, and Roswald could see the hole in his forehead. Shalulia screamed.

Roswald looked around in panic, not believing that one would really dare lay hand on one of them, let alone murder them, praying that it had been a stray shot and a lot of bad luck that ended Lucist's life. He was disappointed. He saw him.

The man was tall, wearing a red armor of sorts, his long, spiky black mane flowing in a small breeze, his eyes, black as coals, promising horrible pain. In all the running, he was the eye of the storm, calm. Almost leisurely he started walking towards them, as if he had all the time in the world. Roswald pushed his children behind him and looked around for an escape-route. There was none. The man had, while still casually strolling towards them, snapped a Marine's neck, grabbed his sword, and gutted a Tenryuubito that had blindly run past him.

It was this act that told Roswald how dangerous this man was. It was not that he killed, nor his remorselessness when it came to killing, but the ease with which he did so. He ended lives with such carelessness, as if he was squashing flies. This man cared for nothing, one could read that in his eyes. Where were those admirals, vice-admirals, captains and everyone else that should come when Mariejois was attacked?

Roswald looked around, and spotted the blade Lucist had dropped. He grabbed it.

Madara raised a brow. Was this man seriously intending to fight him? No. Instead, he presented the blade to him, as an offering. How curious.

Roswald gulped, swallowing his pride. His children were more important than any pride. "Please, spare our lives. We have done you no wrong. Take this, but spare our lives. This is a Kitetsu of the First generation, one of the best blades in the world. Take it, but spare my children."

Madara looked at the blade. He took it out of the man's hands, who stumbled back and out of the blade's reach. After unsheathing it, he saw that it was indeed a marvelous sword, better than any blade he had seen in his own world. It held an intoxicating shimmer, with a hint of danger. Madara grinned. "It's cursed." He stated.

Roswald paled. "How did you...?"

Madara's attention was still focused on the blade. "One can feel that. It does not want to be in unworthy hands. Very well, I will spare your lives. Also, I have my honor. Children are innocent and should not easily be killed."

Roswald sighed in relief, before his eyes widened in horror. Charloss had taken his gun and was aiming it at the man. "Shut up! Die!" He called as he fired.

Madara effortlessly dodged, broke the boy's hand, smashed his helmet, and pressed him against the wall, a good foot over the ground. "Foolish boy," Madara hissed, now angered. "a weapon is not a toy! Do you even know what it means to point a weapon at another?"

Roswald was praying that his son had the sense to shut up and not draw this man's, no, this monster's ire any more than he already had. But Charloss sneered arrogantly. "I'm a Tenryuubito, if you touch me, an admiral will come."

Madara looked him in the eye. "Boy, up to this point, I have killed eleven Tenryuubito. Do you really think it will make any difference if I snap your neck?" Roswald, Shalulia and even Charloss were horrified. Madara ignored them. "But answer my question, boy. Do you understand what it means to point a weapon at another being?"

Charloss looked at him, fear in his eyes, but his arrogance unbroken. "Yes, it means that I kill you."

Madara backhanded the boy with enough to knock loose a few milk-teeth. "YOU ARROGANT IMBECILE! How conceited can you be?" He calmed down, and unleashed his Sakki. "Now listen fool, and listen well. Pointing a weapon, any weapon with lethal force, will give the following message; I want to kill you. I want to kill you enough that I am giving up all moral protections that have shielded me, and I am prepared that, if you are superior in this battle, you kill me! Pointing a weapon at another means that you are putting your life in two hands, yours and your enemy's!"

He looked at him, and Charloss wet himself at his next words. "By shooting at me, you have put yourself at my mercy, and I am not a merciful person."

Shalulia gulped and ran to Madara, slamming her little fists against his leg and torso, as high as she reached. "Let my brother go!" She shouted.

Roswald whimpered. They were doomed. Still, he walked beside his daughter, and pulled her back, trying to shield her.

Madara looked at them. Then he tossed the boy to his father, who collapsed under his son's weight and speed, while Madara went down to one knee, so that he and Shalulia were on eye-level. He pulled off her helmet, the girl shaking in fear. Then, to her shock, Madara patted her head. "That's a good attitude. Family is important, and it's good to see that you try to help your sibling. A bond of siblings can be a very beautiful thing." His mind wandered to his own brother, then, with a frown, to the rest of his family. "However, sometimes one has to look at relatives and decide whether or not one wants to be like them. Are you standing behind all decisions your family makes, and if no, can you bear staying around them? Are you prepared to go down with them should you decide to stay? Those are question every member of a family should ask themselves." He shook his head. "What's your name, girl?"

"Shalulia." The girl answered.

Madara gave her an honest smile. "My name is Madara Uchiha." He ruffled her hair one last time, then stood up, his new sword in hand. "Perhaps we will one day meet again. How that meeting will go is up to fate, and you."

Roswald stared at him. "Who are you to challenge heaven itself?"

Madara laughed. "I challenge nothing. I walk my path in life, and if heaven tries to block my way, I will burn down heaven."

With those words, he vanished. Literally. From one moment to the next, he was simply not there. Roswald, after checking that his son was unharmed, ran up to his daughter and gave her a critical look. After ensuring himself of her health, he hushed them to run, and reach a place where they would be amply protected. He never wanted to see that monster again.

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Madara had chosen a different tactic. It was one he normally wouldn't use, but none of them could offer him a challenge anyways. He was, honestly spoken, waiting for those who could really fight to find him. Killing Tenryuubito was more a way to kill time than actually fueled by anger anymore. He had unleashed his anger at a few selective people, his frustrations on a few more, and now he really wanted a battle, not only to let loose, but to test his new blade. So he had located himself on the top of a tower, and looked down with his Eternal Sharingan and Susanoo activated.

What few knew, was that Susanoo had three forms. A defensive form, in which its defense was impenetrable by all, but it was limited to weaker close-range attacks, a close-range form, in which its defense was weaker, but it wielded the Sakekiri, meaning that its close-to-mid-range was on its ultimate level, and a long-range form, in which it had a bow with which it could hit a target dozens of miles away, but the weakest defense of its full forms. So the Defense-Susanoo was strongest in defense, second in long-range, as it could throw something with high accuracy, and weakest in close-range. Short-range-Susanoo was strongest in close-range, second in defense, and weakest in long-range, while Long-range-Susanoo was best in long-range, second in close-range, since that bow did in fact increase the strength of the blows, and weakest in defense. It all balanced itself out.

Right now, Susanoo was in long-range-mode, which thanks to the Eternal Mangekyo was surprisingly painless, and worked in coordination with Madara's will. Whenever Madara's eyes spotted a Tenryuubito, an arrow would skewer him.

"Twenty-eight...twenty-nine..." Madara looked up, deactivating Susanoo. A wave of lava was rising from his right. Madara grabbed his fan and swung it. Hurricane-force gales shot forward, pushing the wave back and cooling it to a solid form. A second burst of lava, this one more like a fountain, landing on the roof and taking shape of a man, before becoming one. Madara tilted his head.

"So this is the power of a logia-user. Interesting, I've never seen one before. Who are you?"

"I am vice-admiral Sakazuki. You are the one who murders Tenryuubito. How can you commit such atrocities?"

Madara smiled. "It's surprisingly easy. Look down at the people on the street, they're easy to spot."

Sakazuki was confused, and followed Madara's gaze. He saw all kinds of people running around, but nothing that... oh no.

"And an even thirty." Madara said. He had momentarily activated the Susanoo to nail one that had just run out of his home.

Sakazuki turned at him, anger in his voice. "You're aiming for those with helmets?"

Madara laughed. "That's absolutely correct. The Tenryuubito claim that we filthy the air, so they were those helmets to be free. Personally, I think that the generations of incest has simply crippled their immune-system, but in any case, those helmets make them stand out in a crowd, and therefore easy targets."

Sakazuki growled. "How dare you? How dare you lay hand on the Tenryuubito? I won't wait for an admiral, I'm going to kill you myself. For justice!" He sent a punch of lava at Madara, who elegantly dodged.

Madara raised his hand. "Before we begin, I have one question. Are you strong?"

Sakazuki blinked. "I am a vice-admiral. That's not a position for wimps or paper-pushers. And now I will kill you for your crimes!" He turned his fist into magma and punched at Madara.

Madara jumped back and drew his new sword. "Time to put you to the test." He said to the blade, and felt it pulse in anticipation. A second magma-fist shot at him, and Madara cut it in half, before looking at the blade. "Excellent, it didn't melt. Now for the second test." While he was not a master with a sword, he was by no means an amateur. He had simply given up the weapon sword to master more uncommon weapons, like his fan and sickle. Still, it was time to see how much he had forgotten.

He dodged the next magma-fist, rushed at Sakazuki, and cut him horizontally in half. When he reformed, there was a shallow cut on his stomach. "So your logia-defense is not perfect. Note to self, learn Haki."

Sakazuki was obviously annoyed at being ignored, and shot a pillar of magma into the air, which formed into a hail of burning fists.

'Talk about overkill.' Madara thought as he jumped around, dodging the deadly projectiles. Then he saw that some of them hit population below, including a few slaves. Tiger would be very angry about the fishman that went down without a head. "Watch where you aim those things." He hissed.

Sakazuki looked down. "You care for them? In that case, they will die for justice!" He sent an even bigger pillar up.

Madara pulled out his fan again, swinging it seven times, the wind doubling with each stroke, until it would have blown a Sea King away. The magma was scattered. "Did you know? Lava is molten rock, in other words, rock in a liquid state. However, when liquid is met by high wind-resistance, it thins out and scatters into smaller and smaller drops. And the laws of physic state that the less mass an object has, the faster it cools out. So we can keep this up all day, and you will be doing nothing but letting pebbles rain from the sky."

Sakazuki growled. "How long do you intend to mock me?"

Madara shrugged. "You see, I am not prepared to fight a logia-user like you just yet. You are strong, and I want to fight you again, but not right now. You have yet to fully master your powers. I want you to be at your peak when I crush you." Suddenly his voice turned cold. "However, you involved innocents, even children into our battle." He unleashed his Sakki, and Sakazuki was forced to his knees. "For that, you need to be punished."

"What...is... this?" Sakazuki pressed out.

Madara ignored the question and crouched down to eye-level."Tell me what you cherish most, Sakazuki." He told him, before giving him an evil smile. "Give me the pleasure of taking it away from you."

Sakazuki actually managed a laugh. "You cannot take justice away!"

Madara frowned. "I see. Well then, since justice is too fickle a thing to be destroyed, a substitute will do." He looked around. "If I recall the books correctly, then this 'Holy' Land of Mariejois is known as one of the capitals of justice, no? Well, it will have to do."

Sakazuki forced himself onto one foot, still fighting with the Sakki. "What are you planning to do?" He demanded.

Madara seemed annoyed. "Something that requires concentration." He looked down and saw, through a hole that was molten into the ceiling that they were standing above a pool. He flashed through a few handsigns and muttered "Mizubunshin no Jutsu" Then he looked at Sakazuki. "I'll have to demand your silence. You really should chill."

Sakazuki was about to retort, when Madara's clone appeared behind him. "Suiton: Suirou no Jutsu" Before he could react, Sakazuki found himself encased in a orb of water, Madara secretly thankful that he had memorized and mastered a number of suiton from Tobirama, even though he never achieved the same mastery as the younger Senju.

Madara smiled. "The Achilles-heel of all Fruit-users, even the ones whose powers would evaporate or freeze the water become more helpless than infants when encased in water. Don't worry, you can still breathe, but moving is not an option right now. If you'll excuse me, I have to arrange your punishment." He turned to Mariejois, his Mangekyo spinning, and looked over the giant structure. "I think I will just cast it on the roofs and upper floors, it'll spread from there." He focused, and couldn't resist making a speech, voice-amplified of course, to both warn and intimidate every soul in Mariejois. It was childish, but he was in a good mood, seeing that Hashirama was dead and a whole new world was there to explore. "Oh godforsaken land that calls itself holy, hear my command. Burn for me Mariejois, burn seven days and seven nights in the fire of Amaterasu!"

Black flames appeared on the roofs and towers of Mariejois, quickly spreading under Madara's gaze, until the entirety of Mariejois's roofs was aflame, with the exceptions of the tower he was standing on and Valnist's house. It really wouldn't do if, after all the effort he had put into that man, the body would not be found. Madara decided to leave his prisoner and the burning city with one last quote that a guerrilla in his world had once spoken. "Aah. Havoc, chaos, panic, disorder, utter pandemonium. My work here is done." He shunshined away, deciding on getting closer to the West Blue by using land routes before heading to sea.

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As Madara ran, Mariejois not even in sight anymore, he was twitching. These Devil Fruits were so fascinating. Madara wished he could... but no, he had promised his brother. The words still rang in his ears.

"Promise me Madara, from brother to brother, that as long as you live in this world, you will never again do one of those experiments." Izuna had asked on his deathbed, after gifting his eyes to his stubbornly refusing brother that had eventually been knocked out for the transplantation.

"I promise." His brother had passed away with a smile.

Wait a minute. He had held his promise, never broken it. But now he was no longer living in their world. That meant... that meant he could do it here, while still keeping the promise with his brother!

He had not even noticed that he'd stopped, but when he was tugged into the air, he did notice. Then he heard laughter. A tree grew in front of him, and a torso was growing out of the tree, wearing the top part of a Marine-uniform. "Well well, what have we here? I think I'll hand you over to my superiors, maybe I'll get a promotion? Or at least a share when you're sold as a slave to the Tenryuubito."

Madara smiled at him. "This is convenient. I just had an epiphany, but I still lacked a guinea-pig. Well, not anymore."

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The chaos of Mariejois would remain infamous for decades to come. Not only because of the losses of that one night, but because they had lost the entire structure of Mariejois. The black flames burned slower than normal fire, but it was also more thorough, and immune to all attempts of extinguishing it. Water did not work. Cloth did not work. Shoveling earth on it didn't work. In the end, they had to evacuate the entire structure of Mariejois and watch the flames burn it to ashes. The man's words had become truth, as after seven days and seven nights, the fires simply extinguished, after having burnt almost five-hundred meters out of the Red Line's cliff.

It had taken over a day to find vice-admiral Sakazuki, trapped on that roof. One of the Marines had shot the figure imprisoning him in the head, after which he turned to water as the orb that had trapped the sputtering, coughing and cursing magma-man obeyed the law of gravity and fell, dissolving into a puddle.

It was only from an interview with Saint Roswald and his children, the only ones that had stood face-to-face with the culprit and walked away from it, that they learned his name. Madara Uchiha. Who was he? Men of such power didn't simply appear out of thin air.

The freshly promoted fleet-admiral Sengoku was prowling in his office in Marine-headquarters like a caged animal. His predecessor had retired when he read the news, part of it being blamed on him, and left the mess in Sengoku's hands. He looked around, and saw that the military-leaders, strategists and advisers he had asked for had arrived. "Let us get straight to the topic, ladies and gentlemen." He began "The Mariejois-incident. The losses are, there is no other word for it, horrible. The property-damage alone is somewhere in the two-digited billions. Then there is the loss of life. Marines and World Government Agents have dropped like flies, but that is not the worst of it. One attacker, Madara Uchiha, has single-handedly slain thirty Tenryuubito. Nine more died in the fire this man has caused, or in the resulting collapses of buildings, seven were killed by Fisher Tiger, a fishman that climbed the Red Line barehanded to free slaves, four were killed by stray shots, and two were trampled to death by panicked hordes. Altogether, fifty-two Tenryuubito lost their lives. That is more than a quarter of all Tenryuubito that currently exist in our world."

He took a deep breath. "The World Government has taken drastic steps to ensure their capture. Lets begin with the fishman. Tiger Fisher's bounty is raised from 102.000.000 beri to 325.000.000 beri. Madara Uchiha, who was formerly completely unknown, has been given the highest start-bounty in the history of our world, going from 0 beri straight to 473.000.000 beri. Also, both Madara and Tiger Fisher have been given the title of Sinner."

To understand the shock at the table, one must understand what that title holds. The Tenryuubito, in honor of their families' great achievements, were granted the title of Saint, a title that grants them many privileges. To be titled with Sinner, the polar opposite, one must commit horrible crimes. Someone who was a sinner had no rights whatsoever. His life was forfeit to whoever could take it, and there would be no repercussion. No shop was allowed to sell anything to a Sinner, the punishment for doing so being death. And while powerful pirates are sometimes approached by the government, a Sinner would not be approached if the world ended. They were known as the worst of the worst, and not even the Yonkou had been given that title. In fact, the title of Sinner had not been given to anyone in over four-hundred years.

Sengoku cleared his throat. "Also, all current operations of the Marines are put on hold. The stationed Marines will remain at their stations, but all Marines and World Government Agents not absolutely needed are being withdrawn to protect the remaining Tenryuubito. It is suspected that Madara Uchiha holds a strong hatred against them, and we cannot afford to allow all remaining descendents of the world's creators to be slaughtered. For the moment, the Buster Call is also blocked. In the face of this threat, we cannot afford to send five Vice-admirals and ten battleships away."

Tsuru, the Great Tactician, looked up. "What of the planned investigation of Ohara? The World Government told us to prepare for one."

Sengoku shook his head. "That too is currently put on hold. It will be done, but not now. As I said before, all available forces are used to protect the Tenryuubito from further attack."

So the Marines and the World Government pulled their forces close, preparing for an attack that never came. Madara, while disliking Tenryuubito, found them to far beneath him to actively waste energy seeking them out. He had other plans...

Chapter 3 is done. Took a while, but here it is. Don't know when the next chapter will be, I have a lot going on here right now.

Anyways, to clarify a few things. One of the reasons Madara had such easy pickings with Sakazuki was that nobody in the OP-world is prepared for a ninja, and everybody was and will be taken by surprise. And as to why Madara spared Sakazuki, make no mistake. This was not done out of a Narutoish pity on thy foe, but it was a deliberate move to humiliate him. Death Sakazuki could have taken, being prepared for it as a warrior, but to have to helplessly watch how the the symbol of your beliefs burn down, that is a horrible torture and the ultimate humiliation.

And to those wondering 'How could Sakazuki breathe?', the answer is simple. It is my firm belief that the Suiro no Jutsu allows breathing and communication. How else do you explain that Kakashi could say things under water that Team 7, being at least thirty feet away and not in the bubble, could easily understand?

And no, Tiger Fisher will not join Madara's crew. His dislike for humans is too great, not to mention that his crew consisted of fishmen, meaning that it is likely that his ship could submerge and stay like that for days, in which case even Madara would drown.

As most of you will have already guessed by now, Madara's next stop is Ohara, which will be the focus of my next chapter. If I get to it, you will all see which 'Heroes'-power I have given Madara, though before you actually see it in action, I plan to have a flashback of sorts to reveal how he got hit. It will have something to do with how I designed Devil-Fruits to work in this story.

And to the less-observant, hopefully none of my readers, the housewarming-present was the Kitetsu, a blade equal to Mihawk's Black Sword. The only reason Mihawk's is called THE strongest instead of one of the strongest is the fact that nobody would wield the cursed blade. In reality, the blades are equal.

And no, Madara cannot summon the bijuu, or anything else, since he never made a contract with any animals, relying on his own strength and skills. Oh, and Madara has some skill in sealing. He's no genius, but he can do some basic stuff, and he put the seals on his fan himself. Let's be honest, does anyone seriously believe Madara would carry a weapon as unhandy as his fan around if the thing wasn't special in some way?

Now to answer a few Questions.

Q: Will Madara return to his own world?
A: Maybe at the very end, in an epilogue. But most likely not. He got to the OP-world by sheer coincident, he doesn't know how to use it to ensure that he lands in his world. He doesn't want to get stuck in some alien world without air, and I just don't want to make this a dimension-hopping type of story.

Q: Pairings?
A: Undecided.

That's all for now, so

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