Here is the edited and more less error version 2nd chapter and 3rd chapter draft is almost done so if you want to help or proofread the work you can PM me. And those who have some ideas for the story you can too PM me.
and as always English is not my 1st language and I am not too familiar with jjk plot as I read it way at least a year before.
"I am... Uchiha Madara," Madara stated, he didn't receive the reaction he had anticipated. He cast his gaze around, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. The structure and place before him were unrecognizable, leading him to speculate that they had been built long after his demise. The question lingered: how many years had passed since his death?
Madara clenched his hands, feeling a strange emptiness. The reanimation jutsu that had brought him back to life left him devoid of sensation. Though his power was diminished compared to its original state, it remained formidable, a testament to the potency of the technique.
In response to Madara's question about the place, Geto introduced himself as Suguru Geto and revealed that they were currently in Shibuya Station. The revelation only deepened Madara's curiosity about how he had arrived in this unfamiliar location.
"Hmm... Is this some new place that has been constructed? There was nothing like this in my memory. As for your second question, I am also eager to know," Madara replied, his voice betraying a hint of anticipation. Gathering information while the others were seemingly weaker would prove beneficial to his plans.
Madara's eyes narrowed as he observed the two beings beside Geto. Folding his arms across his chest, he directed a cold gaze towards them. "But what are these two things besides you?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued by the presence of these unconventional entities.
Geto willingly responded, his voice tinged with a sense of willingness to share knowledge. "Oh, you can see them? Then you must already know that they are cursed spirits," Geto revealed, acknowledging Madara's ability to perceive the supernatural beings.
Madara's eyes widened slightly at the mention of cursed spirits. "Cursed spirits? I have never heard of them. They don't look human," he remarked, his voice filled with intrigue. The concept of cursed spirits was foreign to him, opening up a new realm of knowledge and possibilities. Madara's curiosity grew further as he questioned Geto's statement. "And what do you mean by 'you can see them'? Are they something special?" he inquired, seeking a deeper understanding of the nature of these mysterious entities.
"Why are you wasting time talking to him? You should have just killed him and moved on to our next plan," Jogo interjected, his impatience evident as he swiftly charged towards Madara, flames engulfing his hand. However, Madara, ever astute and perceptive, effortlessly evaded the attack, having already predicted Jogo's movements.
Geto calmly responded to Jogo's question, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Well, I was merely engaging in conversation, passing the time while the Prison Realm completes its work. It's always good to alleviate boredom," he explained, his words carrying an air of nonchalance. Even as he spoke, he was prepared for Jogo's assault, aware of the fiery volcano-like structure that had manifested nearby.
In a swift and calculated motion, Madara found himself engulfed in flames, the inferno seemingly obliterating his upper body. Jogo, satisfied with his attack, started to make his way towards Geto and the rest of their team. However, before he could reach them, he heard a voice emanating from behind him, where he had just dealt a fatal blow to a samurai-armored individual.
"That was impressive... What technique did you use? I barely noticed it until the last second," Madara called out, his voice carrying a mix of admiration and intrigue.
Jogo turned around, his surprise evident as he beheld the unfolding scene. Madara, against all odds, was healing, his body slowly reforming like delicate paper reassembling itself. The attention of Geto, Jogo, and the others was drawn to the peculiar sight, their eyes fixated on the face that had appeared on Madara's chest during the process of his regeneration—a white face with closed eyes.
"What in the world is that thing on his chest? And how is he able to heal even after his upper body was completely obliterated?" Mahito questioned, his confusion palpable. The sight before them defied conventional understanding, leaving them perplexed and eager to unravel the mysteries that surrounded Madara's extraordinary abilities and the enigmatic presence on his chest.
"How are you still standing after I thought I had killed you?" Jogo questioned Madara, his eyes widened in disbelief and surprise.
Madara, slightly irritated by the question, responded with a touch of arrogance, "What do you mean 'how'? It is simply the nature of my current form. Truth be told, I am rather embarrassed that I allowed myself to be hit by such a feeble attack." His voice carried a hint of annoyance at the audacity of being struck.
Fully recovered now, Madara's eyes focused on the one who had attacked him. With lightning speed, he darted towards Jogo, his movement so swift that Jogo hadn't even noticed until Madara stood right in front of him, looking down upon him with cold, unwavering eyes.
Raising his hand, Madara impaled Jogo's chest, leaving him momentarily stunned. Jogo quickly regained his senses and leaped back, creating distance between himself and his attacker. To Jogo's astonishment, his chest began to heal rapidly, the wound closing within seconds. This display of instantaneous regeneration left Madara surprised as well, his curiosity piqued by Jogo's remarkable healing abilities.
"Your healing technique is quite impressive," Madara commended sincerely, acknowledging Jogo's remarkable recovery. "To recover from a chest wound in a matter of seconds is truly remarkable," he added, giving credit where credit was due.
However, Madara's praise did not signify the end of their encounter. Without wasting a moment, he swiftly moved towards Jogo once again, preparing to strike. But just as he was about to deliver a powerful punch to Jogo's stomach, Madara's acute senses alerted him to a presence behind him.
"You shouldn't toy with him," a voice interjected, dripping with boredom. "We're here too, and watching you play around is rather tiresome. Let's see what form I should transform you into," the voice threatened, hand poised on Madara's back.
"Idle transfi-!" Mahito, could finish his intended technique, Madara swiftly leaped away, evading his grasp. The speed at which Madara moved left Mahito in awe.
"Wow! You're quite fas-," Mahito began to say, but before he could even complete his sentence, Madara delivered a powerful punch directly to his face. The impact sent Mahito crashing into the wall, his face completely mangled and his teeth shattered.
" uysi ejsn ajsbsb," Mahito, attempting to speak, mumbled indistinctly due to the destruction of his mouth from Madara's punch. His words became understandable, leaving the others unable to comprehend his desperate attempt to communicate.
Mahito swiftly transfigured his disfigured face, restoring it to its original form. His ability to manipulate his own appearance was both fascinating and unsettling.
"You bastard! How are you still fine after I obliterated half of your body?" Jogo roared in a fit of fury. He had already been defeated before by Gojo, unable to land a single hit on him during their first encounter. Now, facing Madara, he was bewildered by the fact that his devastating attack had seemingly no lasting effect. Not only had Madara survived, but he had swiftly retaliated, creating a gaping hole in his own chest in a matter of seconds.
Madara, unimpressed by Jogo's rage, dismissed his question and instead insulted him. "Hmm... Such anger over a failed attack. What am I fighting against... a child with anger issues?" his voice dripped with condescension as he belittled Jogo's frustration.
Ignoring Jogo's question, Madara continued, "Well, to answer your query, I cannot be killed in this form, no matter what you do. Even if you were to completely obliterate half of my body, I would simply regenerate."
Confusion and curiosity flickered across Geto's face as he observed the intense battle and listened to Madara's words. "What do you mean by 'this form'? Are you implying that there is another form of you or something else entirely?" Geto inquired, seeking clarification.
Madara scanned his surroundings, gathering information while addressing Geto's question. "In this body, I possess a form of immortality. I cannot be exhausted or destroyed unless I choose to be," he replied, his tone confident. The concept of immortality seemed absurd and unbelievable to those before him, but Madara spoke with certainty, knowing the truth of his own abilities.
"Now, before I provide any further answers, you will answer my question first. Where is the Hidden Leaf Village?" Madara demanded, his revival bolstering his determination to seek out Black Zetsu. Despite trying to mask his surprise, it was clear to Madara that the individuals standing before him lacked the presence of chakra—a vital energy that permeated everything in the world, even within the most ordinary individuals.
Geto, considering Madara's request, responded, "I am unfamiliar with any village by that name. I have not come across any information regarding such a place."
Madara's confusion deepened as he processed the fact that the person before him had never heard of the Hidden Leaf Village. It was perplexing, as even children from other villages or smaller settlements would be familiar with the most powerful village among the five shinobi villages. Madara's Sharingan, a powerful visual ability, failed to detect any signs of deception in the man's face and muscle movements. If the man was telling the truth, Madara considered the possibility that he was not in the shinobi world anymore. The absence of chakra in the people around him and their lack of knowledge about the Hidden Leaf Village aligned with this theory.
Realizing that he needed more information to make sense of the situation, Madara remained composed. Reacting impulsively would not aid him in uncovering the truth. He concluded that he would have to gather further details before making any definitive judgments.
Geto, observing Madara's composed demeanour, inquired, "So, did the information I provided help you in any way?"
Madara responded, his voice tinged with lingering confusion, "Not entirely, but it did shed some light on the situation." He acknowledged the gaps in his understanding and recognized the need for more comprehensive information.
"Now, onto more pressing matters—why are you people here, and what is the reason for this bloodshed? Furthermore, why are these individuals simply standing still without any reaction?" Madara's eyes scanned the scene once again, taking note of the peculiar attire worn by the group and their passive demeanour. It intrigued him that they remained unaffected by the chaos and the presence of the cursed spirits.
Geto, weighing his words carefully, replied, "I was justthinking whether or not you would notice or ask about them, assuming you were unaware of the curse spirits and their nature. However, their presence here and their unresponsive state were not done by us."
Madara's deduction skills kicked in, and he summarized the situation in simple terms, "Ah, so you're the 'bad guys' in this scenario." His words captured the essence of the situation, simplifying the complexities for even a child to understand.
A man with drowsy eyes and a tattoo-like marking on his nose bridge stepped forward from behind the yukata-clad figure. He pointed both hands towards Madara with a fierce determination and declared, "Why are we wasting time talking to him? Let's finish this quickly and proceed. I want to avenge my brothers by killing Yuji and Kugisaki." With a swift motion, he unleashed his technique, causing blood to surge forth, hurtling towards Madara with alarming speed.
However, from Madara's perspective, the attack moved at a sluggish pace. Utilizing his keen Sharingan, he effortlessly evaded the oncoming assault by swiftly shifting to the side.
"To be honest, you just read my thoughts," Madara said, looking coldly and indifferent towards them.
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