I slowly inhale the air of the place; it certainly was different from the air of the place I called home. This one was more polluted, and its purity had been almost entirely lost. Fortunately, in this place, there was a lot of foliage, and I could at least have a bit of clean air.
He never thought he would say this, but he missed home, even if it was just for its clean air. Anyway, he couldn't go back anymore, and if he had the chance, he would undoubtedly be hunted by all nations, which was something he wanted to avoid.
He had committed many crimes back there; the last one was starting a war and almost taking control of the world completely. Damn it, he succeeded for a few minutes, had everyone under his control, and if it hadn't been for that duo of brats, he would undoubtedly be watching the world from inside the cocoon.
Now he had to get used to his new life, although this life would be for eternity since he didn't understand why he was here and in the form he was in. He raised his hand and squinted his dark eyes to see the not quite living skin; it was somewhat dry and cracked in certain parts.
They were almost invisible to any unobservant person, just like his eyes. He had to cast a Genjutsu on them so that the normal people in this place wouldn't be disturbed when they saw his dark eyes, as if he were a dead person.
He had wanted to cast a genjutsu on his own body, but he decided against it. Perhaps he would take it as self-punishment for all eternity—the evil he caused, the harm to the innocent, and more overwhelmed him. Karma, the famous karma; with this skin, he would remember everything he had done and that he would never be forgiven by anyone.
He sighed; it was better to forget that and not delve into melancholy. He took a carton of 6 eggs in his hands and turned to pay for them; he had nothing better to do, and shopping certainly helped distract him.
He walked at a leisurely pace while his long dark hair swayed behind his back; he hadn't cut it yet and certainly never would. He liked his hair and the style he wore; it was better to leave it that way.
He took a few more steps, ready to turn the corner and head to the checkout, but when he turned, he bumped into a shorter person. It wasn't a problem for him due to his polished skills over time; he kept the eggs in position, and he didn't move an inch, but the other person fell heavily to the ground when they hit, holding their head, feeling dizzy.
Hell froze over—or that's what anyone in the elemental nations would have thought if someone had collided in such a way with the renowned Uchiha Madara. But no, they were wrong. The old and violent Madara was a thing of the past; now, there was only a calm and thoughtful man.
"You should watch where you're walking," he tried not to radiate power, but he couldn't help it when he spoke, and the person on the ground immediately noticed it and almost wet themselves.
It was an average-height man, scrawny with black hair and glasses for sight. He wore a somewhat elegant suit, but that didn't prevent the terror from gripping him. Why? Simple, the man's voice had terrified him, and not only that, but... he hadn't felt anything coming from the man. It was as if a wall were talking to him.
Normally, anyone, no matter how weak, possessed a bit of cursed energy, and he prided himself on being a good sensor, or more or less. What he felt from this man terrified him, or rather, what he didn't feel at all.
"I-I'm sorry, sir. It wasn't my intention to collide with you!" he exclaimed as he stood up and made more than one bow as an apology, but Madara certainly didn't care, and he walked past the man who swallowed slightly when he felt the tall guy pass by his side; sweat dripped from his forehead as he watched the man's back, walking away without even turning to look at him. He wasn't interested, and he was beneath him, like a fly.
Ijichi certainly had luck. This guy seemed to be one of those violent gangsters who would pick any shit to beat up, but no, he didn't even flinch. Luck, yes, that was luck. He straightened up and coughed into his hand; he had to keep looking for those little damn curses; otherwise, they would be a problem for the young Itadori's mission.
He didn't need to eat; yes, he didn't need any kind of nutrient to stay alive because he was a dead being, his soul still in this dimensional space inside his old vessel. But as strange as it seemed, he could salivate, sweat, and even bleed. He had veins through which blood still flowed, but he didn't feel any color when he lost a limb, and the limb would regenerate within seconds.
This certainly confused him because he remembered well when he was revived by Obito under Zetsu's control, he remembered bleeding again due to the Ten Tails' attack, he remembered being alive when he died in front of Hashirama... he remembered and didn't understand why he had become an Edo Tensei again.
He sighed internally; he had many questions that he knew would never be answered. It was better to forget them to avoid traumatizing himself more than he already was. He took the carton of eggs, left the store after paying, ignoring the clear look of the cashier.
He stopped a few meters away and looked from left to right; fortunately, this was a fairly small village, so there were very few people now walking through the streets. So without concern, he blinked out of the place without noticing or caring as a pair of lifeless black eyes narrowed at his figure.
His cabin greeted him, and he indeed received an ordinary smile upon seeing his small and welcoming home. Truly, the only place or structure he had to call home was over a hundred years ago, during the time of clan wars within his clan's district—the home he shared with his father and brother.
Damn it... he thought, pushing through this, recalling his miserable past. He shook his head and entered the place illuminated by candles. Being in the midst of one of the many forests in Tokyo, he couldn't have electricity, so he survived in an old-fashioned way, with firewood and candles.
Upon entering, he lit the fire and let the pan heat up. He would cook one of the eggs he had brought and savor it with total calm and peace—a peace ironically obtained after the events of his own war ended badly for him. Apparently, not all villains got a completely bad ending—well, he did, but he certainly had a bit of luck ending up in this place.
Once the pan was heated, he poured a little cooking oil, and more calmly, he waited for the oil to heat up as well. After a minute, he knew it was time. He cracked the eggshell, letting it fall into the hot pan, where it immediately sizzled as the cold liquid hit the hot surface. He added a bit of salt and then started chopping the egg. After half a minute of doing the same, the egg was finally ready. With a bit of anticipation, he placed it on a plate and half-heartedly observed it. There was only one thing left to do, and he sincerely wanted to eat it in even greater peace.
He took a wooden spoon and immediately headed to the front of his cabin, sitting on a small chair he had there. Finally, he sighed calmly. With care, he took the spoon and picked up the egg, raising it and directing it to his mouth. He closed his eyes, ready to taste all the flavors that would hit him.
"Oh..." He stopped; his nose twitched when an unfamiliar voice hit his ears. Slowly, he opened them and furrowed his eyebrows when he saw two unknown individuals directly observing him.
"What do you want?" He didn't bother asking who they were; he wasn't interested. What he wanted to know was why they were interrupting his little moment of tranquility and inner peace.
One of the two individuals seemed nervous, while the other smiled broadly and exaggeratedly, something that Madara certainly noticed, narrowing his eyes slightly as he felt something strange about that person.
"Oh. Hello! I saw you a while ago and wanted to know what you are!" exclaimed the energetic individual with pale skin and blue hair. He seemed to have some kind of stitches in some parts of his arms, which caught Madara's attention.
"Are you a sorcerer? Oh no, I don't think so. I don't feel any cursed energy coming from you, but you can see me... What tremendous curiosity!" With a raised eyebrow, Madara placed his food on the ground with great reluctance and slowly stood up. It seemed he would have to stretch his body after being inactive for so long.
"Sorcerer?" Madara questioned, curious about it. He knew this world was strange. Being a sensor, he could feel various energies that weren't chakra. He didn't know what it was, but undoubtedly, it was evil, something akin to the chakra of a tailed beast but to a lesser extent.
"Yes, although I suppose you aren't one!" The guy took a few steps forward, but that didn't concern Madara, who only crossed his arms and raised his chin, indicating that the presence of the guy didn't matter to him in the slightest.
"I'm not one of those you call a sorcerer," he said as he slowly lowered his gaze, locking eyes with the approaching figure. After a few more steps, the stranger stopped three meters in front of Uchiha, who remained unfazed.
"So what are you then? Come on, tell me, my eagerness to learn is overwhelming! Maybe... maybe I'll have to kill you to get some answers," the stranger shouted, striking extravagant poses with his hands and touching his face.
Madara understood something: this guy was excited or ecstatic, or he bet he was under the influence of some drug. In this world, there were powerful narcotics, and he wouldn't rule out that this guy was on something.
"Honestly, I don't feel like talking to strangers... you better leave before my patience runs out," Madara subtly threatened. His eyes glowed slightly red, but the guy didn't notice as he turned to the other individual with a big smile.
FLUSH
The guy threw a powerful punch directly at Madara's head, but in less than a second, the raven-haired man ducked and landed a thunderous punch straight to the guy's stomach, leaving him breathless and totally shocked. He fell to his knees, spitting saliva before Madara, who had uncrossed his arms and was observing him as if he were a cockroach.
"So, you're one of those things. Huh? You have some kind of cursed energy oozing from you; you seem unable to control it," observed Madara, bored, while the guy held his stomach, still vividly feeling the impact from Madara.
"Mahito-San!" yelled Yunpei alarmed, trying to move, but his body didn't react. He just watched with sweat dripping down his face how Mahito was easily taken down with a single blow.
"What did you think would happen, huh? I'm not like the guys around here, kid. I won't have any mercy on you if that's what you want," Madara warned, raising his boot covered in a leather shoe, ready to strike directly at Mahito's head, who pushed aside his pain and smiled, something not noticed by Madara.
"That punch... theoretically shouldn't have hurt me... What the hell did you put in your fist?" Mahito raised his gaze to Madara, who had raised an eyebrow and stopped before dropping his foot.
"You don't care."
PUUM
Mahito managed to jump to the side to avoid Madara's foot strike. The impact hit the ground, breaking it into a thousand pieces and creating a small explosion of dust, surprising Mahito slightly. That damn achievement—he somehow made him feel pain in a way he didn't understand. And that strength—what a monstrously strong force! With just his foot, he was able to cause something like that. Mahito squinted his eyes at the dust created by Madara, trying to see something, but nothing. Although... a red glow? Yes, he seemed to see two bright red points in the midst of the dust.
PUUM
The curse was expelled to the side as the right side of his head was struck by Madara's blow. Mahito flew a great distance, demolishing tree after tree in his path. Gritting his teeth, he regained control of his body, skidding after colliding with another tree. He stood with legs apart, sighing lightly. Damn... this guy was fast.
BOOM!
His head plummeted to the ground after a vertical strike from Madara's descending foot. With the force of his fall, Madara delivered a powerful kick to Mahito's upper body, burying his head in the ground and forcing him to stay down.
"You're quite bold, huh? Coming to my resting place, disrupting my peace, and daring to demand things. Not even the filth of my world is as audacious as you, challenging someone like me," Madara spat with disdain, increasing the pressure on Mahito's head as he continued to bury him.
Mahito growled and grabbed Madara's foot with his hand, still smiling with his face buried in the soil. He had succeeded in touching Madara directly. Now, this damn bastard would fall before...
BOOM!
Madara delivered a final blow, jumping backward. He narrowed his black eyes as he witnessed his leg deforming in a strange way. Realizing something was wrong, Madara acted ruthlessly, tearing off his own leg with his hand. It didn't hurt, and in doing so, he disrupted the mutation transformation Mahito had subjected him to.
Mahito looked up with a wide smile, expecting to see a horrible monster. However, all he saw was Madara, leaning on one foot with the other missing. No traces of a monster or blood, but Mahito was in shock as he watched Madara's leg regenerate rapidly, as if made of paper.
Speechless, Mahito couldn't comprehend it. This wasn't the famous reverse cursed technique. No, it didn't work that way. This was something else.
"I think I'll finish you off now. You seem to be a dangerous one, and I genuinely hate guys like you," Madara commented casually. His eyes shifted, revealing the blazing power of the Sharingan as darkness began to envelop the forest.
WHOOSH!
His head was nearly torn from his body as Mahito was struck and sent flying again. In the blink of an eye, Madara descended upon him, a kunai ablaze with dark lightning in hand. With ruthless determination, Madara drove the kunai into Mahito's chest, redirecting him forcefully into the ground, creating a web-like crater.
CRASH!"
The ground shook as Madara drove the Kunai directly through Mahito's forehead and left it buried. The Uchiha had his legs spread on either side of Mahito, slowly withdrew the Kunai, and stood up with a sigh... perhaps he had gone a bit too far.
He slowly stepped out of the crater and began to walk away with his hands in his pockets, leaving Mahito's body behind. He calmly walked towards his home, and when he emerged from the forest, he glanced at Yunpei, who still hadn't moved from his position.
"Go for that guy's body; he's dead," he casually commented, and Yunpei's eyes widened. Damn, Mahito had been killed. Without wasting time and ignoring his fear, Yunpei ran off, allowing Madara to return to his chair and finally start eating what he had prepared calmly.
He observed how the sun was already setting, with little light left, and indeed, it seemed beautiful to him. Moments like these were to be appreciated in the world they lived in and the little that protected it... anyway, strange moments that he cherished.
He closed his eyes while savoring all the flavors of the food and never opened them, not even when he heard loud knocks in front of his house. Damn it, he would never have peace.
Mahito was fiercely fighting against a pink-haired guy who had witnessed the entire confrontation between Mahito and the unknown black-haired individual. He was truly amazed at how easily the black-haired guy handled Mahito, but he, better than anyone, knew that Mahito hadn't died just because of that...
Now, with Yunpei dead after being transformed by Mahito, a fierce battle had been unleashed, a battle that Madara would undoubtedly have to face.
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