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Rated M - For Strong Language, Blood and Violence, and other stuff.
"Talking."
"Thoughts."
[Jutsus, Techniques, and Spells]
Author Note:
First off, there will be no Rimuru.
Second: Pairing is undecided. Maybe there will be a single pairing. Maybe there will be no pairing at all. Or maybe it will be a harem. I don't truly know(I know, I just don't want to reveal it just yet).
Third: I don't think I will ever update my other stories, so I'm sorry about that.
Fourth: I will make some additions to the world-building of That Time I Got Reincarnated As a Slime and add new races. I have been playing Dungeon and Dragons and studying its lore lately, so I have come up with some great ideas for this story.
Fifth: You may me this question: "Is this story going to be like canon?" The answer to that is yes and no.
Sixth: The woman that Madara saved in the last chapter is not his harem, so please, everyone, don't worry. They just have a part to play in the story and to "guide" Madara whilst serving as his personal Information-Gathering-Wikipedia(lol).
Anyway, enjoy!
"[Chapter 5: The Return of the True Hero]"
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The sound of chirping birds could be heard all across the Jura Forest as a man jumped from tree to tree at immense speeds, completely invisible to the naked eye of a normal person.
His crimson-red eyes gleamed menacingly and stared ahead, watching for potential danger.
The man quietly watched the surroundings. On the right side of his was a riverbed, with the water's surface being lit by the fading sun, colouring the surroundings with the glow of dusk.
A gently inclined hill was to the left, and a herd of animals could be seen moving along it. Straight ahead, small shrubs start to line the highway and have begun to cast their shadows across the land.
Only the sounds of his footsteps echoed through the area, with no abnormality found anywhere.
This man was none other than Madara Uchiha, or to be more precise, a clone of his.
After the battle against the Direwolfs a day prior, Madara had sent ten different Shadow-Clones of his to find Cities or settlements to gather more information about this new world he found himself in—
"...?!" Suddenly the clone sensed something and stopped dead in his tracks. He looked around and saw nothing, he tried again and had no results. "Hmm? Weird. I'm sure I sensed someone. Could I have been mistaken?" The Clone raised his guard to the maximum. If someone could hide from the perception of his Divine Eyes, then he or she is not someone to be trifled with. "No, that's impossible.
The Clone closed his eyes and slowly started gathering Nature Energy as black markings started appearing around his eyes as well as a black circle in the middle of his forehead.
The Clone jumped down on the ground, landing softly without making a single noise before he spoke to nobody in particular, "Do not make a single mistake as to think you have hidden yourself from me. You may think that you have concealed your presence perfectly, but I'm not your run-of-the-mill nobody. Show yourself, now.
The sound of ruffling leaves could be heard as a figure suddenly appeared in front of Madara, it was as if he simply had spawned in existence.
"Invisibility, huh? That still doesn't explain how he was able to hide from the Visual Prowess of the Mangekyou Sharingan." Madara thought, quite worried. "Tch, this world still surprises me to no end.
What first drew his eyes was his red hair which was like a blazing inferno.
Right below were shining blue eyes that could only be described as daring.
His extraordinary good looks only further amplified his awe-inspiring presence, and a single glance was all it took to tell that he was someone of great importance.
He had two long, pointy ears, was tall, slender, and well-proportioned, and wore well-tailored black clothing. At his waist stood a mighty sword that despite its simple appearance, gave off an abnormally intimidating atmosphere.
"Hooo~~? To think that someone can see right through my [Stealth Skill] that easy... Consider me impressed.
That voice spoke suddenly and tore through the tension.
Its dignified tone hadn't the slightest hint of hesitation or mercy. All those who listened to it were struck by its overwhelming presence and were naturally inclined to obey it.
"Who are you... no, the more appropriate question would be, what are you?" The being standing before him was immediately alert and fell into a fighting stance and unsheathed his sword, pointing its tip right at Madara's face. His voice was a little low, but it was clear that the person was trying to create some openings. However, the eyes of the man seem to be fixed on one point — Madara's eyes. "Your appearance does look that of a human, yet this monstrous presence of yours tells me you are not one.
"I am human, through and through." Madara raised his killing intent to the maximum, telling the one in front of him that he as well was ready to strike at a moment's notice.
There was still doubt in his eyes, but the sword point was lowered a little.
"... A human being?" The pointy-eared man asked again in confirmation, quite perplexed. "I do not sense any malice from his words, meaning that he is not lying. But there is no mistaking it. This presence... feels exactly like the Storm Dragon; Veldora. How can this be?!" The being signed internally, cursing his luck.
He had heard the rumours that the Storm Dragon disappeared from his imprisonment, but this was truly insane, how much was the probability that he would run into someone who had the same presence as the Storm Dragon?
As if he didn't already have enough on his plate.
"Haahh~~ This is totally out of my league. I better find a way to leave this interaction without getting into a fight... otherwise, I would be destroyed in seconds. My danger sensors are screaming not to fight this man." The man thought so as he sheathed his sword, and covered it and his long ears with his cloak.
"How about a deal, human? You go your way and I go my way? We have absolutely no reason to fight whatsoever.
Madara's clone stood there, nodding in agreement before he jumped to the nearest tree branch and continued his journey. He had a mission in mind, meaning that he had no time to deal with someone who had no intention to fight with him.
The man stood there, yet again perplexed by the disappearing figure.
"How weird for a human to behave like this. Humans are usually people who hate and fear those different or better than themselves. We; the elves live long lives and generally have high magical capabilities." The Elf spoke out loud. "I thought he would jump at the opportunity to catch me and then sell me to slave traders for a high price, but yet, he didn't. So there are good people like him in this world as well. Wonders do happen after all.
The elf said with a smile, fascinated by the human male, "I hope we meet again– No, I pray we meet again... under better circumstances.
It was true that the power system of this world was weird and Madara knew this, but to this extent, he didn't expect that.
He had woken up this fine morning expecting to have a quiet day for the first time in centuries and train his subordinates, the goblin Demi-Humans.
But he didn't expect to wake up to a buff old man who kept flexing his muscles in front of him nonstop while calling his name.
"Wait? You are the old Village Chief, aren't you? How?"
"Naming, my lord.
"Naming? Madara asked, completely baffled by this turn of events.
"By naming us, we forged a master-subordinate pack allowing us to evolve from Goblins to Hobgoblins.
"Haa?" Madara questioned in annoyance, thinking that the man was messing with him, but he also was quite interested in this turn of events.
"Normally it would take us; the "nameless" monsters centuries to evolve, and as you are probably guessing; we would in fact be dead by that point, before we ever reached our peak." The village chief said while he proudly continued to flex his newly gained muscles in front of Madara. "But by having a powerful being name us, that time would been shortened significantly, accelerating the process greatly, but in your case, it only took us a single night— no, less than seven hours to reach this evolution. As expected of my master.
And so, the conversation between the two went on for several minutes.
It would seem that not only the Village Chief went through this process, but everyone he had named last night, even the Direwolfs, had gone through evolution.
Madara scratched his imaginary goatee and fell into his thoughts, "This is better, this couldn't get any better. This makes things easier for me." He thought as a smirk that threatened to split his face in half appeared on his lips, sending shivers down the spine of the Village Chief.
This was his first step into the world. He would gather people or monsters who were willing to join him and then he would bestow names to them in order for them to evolve.
He would create a nation of his own and then build armies upon armies in order to deal with the Otsūtsūki Clan once and for all... and then he would finally be at peace.
"That's good... no, that's perfect." Madara thought raising up from the "bed" and walking forward, leaving the tent while the former Village Chief followed suit.
Madara looked around, clearly noticing that this place was in need of some serious "renovations". The place was in a pretty bad shape. They had no houses, no food, no weapons and most importantly no clothes.
No, he couldn't have his subordinates run around on loincloths forever.
Although he could deal with the housing due to his [Wood Style] and weapons due to his [Creation of All Things]; he still couldn't do anything about the clothes and food.
"My lord." Madara was kicked out of his thoughts as soon as he heard a voice call out to him.
He opened his eyes and realised that the goblins were surrounding him on all sides. They were joined by the dire wolves, who were streaming in from their outside base.
"Hoo... So it happened to all of them.
Goblins averaged a little under five feet tall. Now they were all nearly a full foot taller. The guy next to him looked as if he was pushing six and a half, even.
Then he checked out the wolves. He remembered them being a lot browner. Now their fur was straight-on black, with a lustrous sheen. They had grown, too, with the bigger ones now pushing nine or ten feet in length. He didn't remember any of them being much longer than six feet before.
The one that really caught his eye the most was the wolf at their forefront, walking silently forward. He could feel the mystic force lashing out of every pore. This was nothing like the Alpha of the Pack he beat a day back-between his looks and his sheer force of presence, he had to be some higher-level monster. The star-shaped birthmark on his forehead and the magnificent-looking horn also raised a few concerns within Madara.
He had grown hundrets of times stronger than even the Alpha of the pack he had killed. Judging by his power he should at least be half of Shukaku's; The One-Tail Beast power level.
He nodded his head while smirking and looked around, looking for Sylphy and the rest, but they were nowhere to be seen.
"Rigurd, where is Sylphy and the rest?"
The former Village Chief looked at his lord and answered; "They should be on their tent resting, my lord. Their pregnancy seems to be taking quite a toll on both their mental and physical state, Lord Madara.
And that as well was a problem he needed to take care off.
Even if they hadn't shown any major signs, Sylphy and the rest would be going soon into labour. He was kinda worried that something would go wrong. He did have some experience on child birth, but he was no expert, so he would also need a doctor when the time was due.
"I see." Madara looked at the housing and nodded his head. "I shall take care of that later tonight... after the rest have woken up." He thought before speaking; "Does anybody in this village know how to make clothes? You are bigger now, after all. You all are exposing way too much flesh. I have no problem whatsoever, but we have females in this village as well.
The Villages chief nodded his head, fully agreeing with the words of his Master. "We have some coins that we have confiscated from some humans who have tried to harass us in the past... so maybe we could go to a nearby city and buy some.
"Coins, huh?"
Although he had picked some information about the currency of this world by the Village Chief such as that Dwarven Coins were precious metal coins minted by dwarves in the Armed Nation of Dwargon.
They were the most widely circulated currency in this world. Each dwarven coin was enchanted with [Engraving Magic] and were rigorously regulated with serial numbers, thus the merchants would be able to instantly detect real coins from counterfeits.
And the haft that there were four denominations available, made of different materials: Copper Coins, Silver Coins, Gold Coins and Stellar Gold Coins. Each superior denomination is equivalent of 100 of inferior ones. Depending on the area their value can vary greatly.
"So. how many we have then?" Madara asked as he crossed his arms.
"We currently have three Gold Coins, thirty-seven Silver Coins and two hundred Chopper Coins.
Madara signed, he had a number, but he didn't exactly know the value they would have or what they could actually afford with that much money and it was most likely the goblin's didn't know as well. After all they didn't seem educated at all.
"As if I am the one to talk right now. I might be worse than them on an educational level about the common sense of this world." Madara signed internally about this predicament he found himself in.
It was truly nerve wrecking to him. Who reincarnated him? Why and how did they do it? All he wanted was to have a peaceful death and join Izuna and the rest of his family on the Impure World, but no, he couldn't even have even that.
He was just thrown on a world he had no information on and the first thing he hears were the pleas of help from a group of innocent abused woman.
This second life was both a blessing and a curse at the same time.
"Who knows what exists out there?"
Madara shook his head and looked at the goblin. "Alright then... we shall use those founds to purchase some fabric and make our own clothes.
"Make our own clothes, my lord? But we are but Goblis, Madara-Sama. We do not know how to sew clothes." Rigurd said as he looked down at the ground beneath him, his head lowered in shame.
"Do not fret about such minor inconveniences, I shall go into a near by City and find someone who knows how to do such things for a short period of time until we learn how to do it ourselves.
"I understand, my lord. Then we all wish you safe travels." The village chief said as he and rest of goblins and Dire Wolf bowed their head.
"Yes. Take care of things around here while I'm gone and the most important thing of all; keep a close eye on Sylphy and the rest of the others. If anything thing happens contact me immediately.
Madara bit his finger drawing blood from it while he slammed his hand to the ground and within a puff of white smoke a hawk appeared.
"Use this as a method of communication. Just tell it to find me and I will return immediately.
The summoned Hawk flew from the ground to Rigurd's shoulder letting out a shriek that scared the other goblins, his sharp eyes stared at Madara's crimson ones, understanding the order of his contractor.
"Tell Sylphy that I shall not take long.
"Yes, my lord.
Madara left the village behind and continued walking into the deep lush forest, his destination, the Blumund Kingdom.
It was a normal day on the vast expanse of the Barren Lands at the edge of the Central Continent. The heat of the sun burned everything on its sight, leaving no trace of life nowhere. It truly lived up to its name as the Barren Lands.
But on that day, something happened that would shake the world to its foundations.
Dark clouds engulfed an entire area of two-hundred kilometres and reality itself started distorting and collapsing on its self.
The air hung heavy, a thick, humid blanket stifling the plains of Barren Lands. A restless wind, a harbinger of the storm to come, whipped through the tallgrass, sending it into a frenzy of swaying. The sky, a canvas of bruised purple and angry ochre, churned with dark, swirling clouds, as if some monstrous hand was stirring them from below.
The first rumble of thunder echoed across the land, a deep, primordial growl that shook the very earth. A flash of lightning, jagged and cruel, split the sky, momentarily illuminating the world in an eerie, white light. The wind, now a howling beast, tore through the ground, bending the stalks of the ground into weeping arcs.
A hush fell, a pregnant silence before the birth of a destructive force. From the churning clouds, a funnel began to descend, its top a monstrous, swirling vortex of black. Inside, the air itself seemed to roar, a symphony of chaos and wind. The funnel, now a twisting column of dust and debris, touched down, the earth trembling beneath its wrath
The tornado, a living, breathing nightmare, tore its way across the land, its fury undiminished. The roar of the wind was deafening, a constant scream that drowned out all other sound.
Lightning, the storm's cruel accomplice, played a deadly game. Bolt after bolt struck the earth, each one a searing, white scar on the landscape. The air crackled with the electricity, an invisible, deadly force.
But something that wasn't supposed to happen, happens. Along with the circling winds, magicuels started circling as well, gathering into a single point.
And at that same moment light engulfed the entire area and a nuclear-like explosion ripped through the earth with deafening force. The ground shook violently as a blinding white light engulfed the surroundings, vaporizing everything in its path.
As the shockwave subsided, a towering mushroom cloud billowed into the sky, erasing the clouds and casting an even bigger ominous shadow over the shattered landscape. The air was thick with acrid smoke and the pungent smell of radiation.
Within the epicenter of the blast, a void stretched as far as the eye could see. Landmasses had vanished into oblivion, leaving only a desolate crater filled with smoldering debris. The intense heat had charred and blackened the ground, leaving behind a desolate moonscape.
At the edge of the crater, a young woman stumbled to her feet, her clothes torn and her skin seared. She had somehow survived the cataclysm, but her body was wracked with pain and her mind tormented by memories of the horror she had witnessed.
As she stumbled through the wasteland, she realized that her plan had finally worked. She had finally been able to go back in time.
The young woman had a slightly cracked white mask covering her face, black hair tied in a ponytail, a tight outfit that showed her body curves and long Katana; a symbol of her homeland hanged on her curvy hips.
The woman fell on her knees, tired and in pain caused by the journey.
Grabbing her head, she shrieks in rejection of every audible sound. Before she knew it, she squatted to the ground.
Forgetting the world around her completely as she retreats into her shell, she curled up as she cried tears off joy as she started to remember her past and the suffering she had endured to achieve this.
The air hung heavy with the scent of blood and fear. The cobblestones beneath her feet were slick with rain, the crimson of the blood pooling around the man she loved merging with the dusk. It was the same night, the same scream piercing the air, the same hand reaching out to her in a silent plea, "Please forget about me and continue on living your life," before collapsing, lifeless.
This time, she was prepared. The knowledge of how it would end, the agony of watching it happen again, was a blade twisting in her gut. But she wouldn't let fear paralyze her. She had spent years honing her skills, scouring the annals of history, studying the mechanics of the time-manipulating ability of hers. She had endured countless failed journeys, each one leaving her battered and bruised, physically and emotionally.
But this time, she was different. This time, she was fueled by a raw, primal love, a love that defied the laws of time and space. She had to save him, even if it meant facing the abyss of despair once more.
Her heart pounded against her ribs like a trapped bird as the clock gears of her ability whirred to life. The air shimmered, the world around her dissolving into a blurry vortex of colors. Then, silence.
She found herself standing in a middle of a destroyed landscape. But this time, she was armed with determination, with the knowledge that she had another chance.
She saw an images of him, her love, standing in the shadows, his back to her, a ray of bacon to her and the suffering she had endured.
But the fear didn't leave her. It was a constant knot in her stomach, a cold dread that clung to her like a shadow. It whispered in her ear, telling her that she was doomed to fail, that she was fighting a battle she couldn't win.
He turned. The light from a flickering gaslamp caught his face, and she saw the flicker of fear in his eyes, a fear that mirrored her own. He saw her, his eyes widening in disbelief.
"Chloe?" he breathed, his voice laced with wonder and fear.
She didn't know what to say. The reality of it all, the weight of her mission, threatened to crush her. She couldn't articulate the pain, the grief she had lived through, the years she had spent in a purgatory of unfulfilled desires.
He stepped towards her, his hand reaching out, his face etched with a mix of relief and confusion.
"Chloe, what are you doing here? I told you to leave me behind and continue on with your life.
But how could she? He was her first love, her first kiss and the first and only man that she became one with.
She swallowed hard, the words catching in her throat. She had to do this, she had to save him, but the enormity of the task, the weight of the past, threatened to overwhelm her. She could feel her control slipping, the fear threatening to consume her.
The time had come. She had to act. But the fear was a relentless tide, pulling her back into the abyss of despair.
This time, she was determined to change the future, to rewrite their destiny. But the past was a cruel mistress, always reminding her of the heartbreak that awaited her, the pain that she was destined to bear.
"Just you wait, Madara. I will save you this time, and we will be together forever and ever. This time we shall defeat the Evil Dragon; Ivarage together and have our happy ending.
Their story wasn't over yet. The battle for their future had just begun. But the question remained: could she truly escape the clutches of fate, or was she destined to relive the pain of his loss, over and over again?
End of Chapter 5.