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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.
"[Chapter 1: One Last Talk]"
Madara Uchiha, once the most feared shinobi in the Elemental Nations, now lay on the ground, defeated and humiliated by the very creature he believed to be his creation: Black Zetsu. Once at the peak of evolution, he was now merely a shadow of his former self.
"I... lost... huh? How... pathetic." He thought, overwhelmed by despair as he shut his eyes.
Memories flooded back, and he wished he could forget: his time with Hashirama during the warring states period, the founding of the Hidden Leaf village, his departure from that village, the manipulation that led to the Fourth Great Shinobi War, and the bitter betrayal by Black Zetsu—every moment haunted him.
It was true; he had lost everything. Moments ago, he had reached the height of his power, realizing his long-desired goal of initiating the Infinite Tsukuyomi to bring genuine peace to the world.
Yet, he had faced an unimaginable betrayal from what he believed to be his own will, a revelation that shattered that illusion. Black Zetsu was not his will but a manifestation of Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's intent, with the Infinite Tsukuyomi serving as a deceptive cover for its true purpose.
He had taken countless lives and ravaged the very world he vowed to save. The weight of this realization crushed his heart.
"[Confirmed. Bestowing [Skill: Aura of Despair] upon the individual; Madara Uchiha. Successful!]"
"My wound from Black Zetsu burns... it hurts so much..."
"[Confirmed. Bestowing [Fire Resistance] and additionally [Pain Resistance] upon the individual; Madara Uchiha. Successful!]"
A voice echoed in Madara's mind, but he dismissed it.
"...but my body feels cold."
"[Confirmed. Bestowing [Cold Resistance] upon the individual; Madara Uchiha. Successful!]"
"So... I'm dying again... huh? I never thought I'd face death once more..."
"[Confirmed. Creating an immortal body for the individual; Madara Uchiha. Failure!]"
"[Reattempting Sequence. Creating an immortal body for the individual; Madara Uchiha. Failure!]"
Repeated failures echoed in his mind.
"[Reattempting Sequence. Creating an immortal body for the individual; Madara Uchiha. Successful! Bestowing [Race: Immortal Human] upon the individual; Madara Uchiha. Successful!]"
"Hahaha... so pathetic. I... was such a fool to believe... in such nonsense..."
"[Confirmed. Bestowing [Skill: Fools World] upon the individual; Madara Uchiha. Successful!]"
"From being the Sage of the Six Paths to becoming a mere mortal again..."
"[Confirmed. Bestowing [Unique Skill: Great Sage] upon the individual; Madara Uchiha. Successful!]"
Madara opened his eyes, gazing at the beautiful sky above. "The night sky is stunning." He thought, taking in the star-filled expanse.
The battlefield, once a canvas for their epic struggle, now lay still, holding the quiet whispers of the fallen leaves as a testament to the end of their era. Hashirama Senju, the unyielding willow that had supported the village they built together, knelt beside his lifelong rival. His expression was a poignant mix of sorrow and resignation, understanding that the cycle of life and death was inescapable, even for those who sought to transcend it.
Madara Uchiha, the Sage of the Six Paths in his final moments, lay broken and defeated by the very creature he had hoped to control. His dream of an eternal peace, once so vivid, now shattered into a million pieces, leaving him with nothing but the cold embrace of reality.
The night sky, a silent witness to his demise, was a canvas of stars that had eluded his grasp. His mind raced with the memories of his tumultuous life - the battles, the alliances, the betrayals, and the ceaseless pursuit of power. His chest heaved with the effort to breathe, the pain from his wounds a stark reminder of his mortality.
The wind whispered through the Divine Tree, carrying with it the scent of a world that was moving on without him. Madara's thoughts grew hazy, his regrets and triumphs melding into a tapestry of moments that defined his existence. The stars above, once beacons of hope and inspiration, now seemed to mock him with their indifferent brilliance.
"Hashirama... Is that you?" A broken voice pierced the quiet battlefield; it was Madara Uchiha.
Everything he believed—his vision of peace—turned out to be a lie, fabricated by what he thought was his own creation. Now, he felt death closing in, with Hashirama Senju, his former best friend, by his side.
Hashirama looked at his friend with sorrow. He wished for a different outcome, but their era had come to an end. It was time for new life to flourish while the old withered away, nourishing the next generation.
"You and I... Though we aimed for the stars... we could never reach them..." Madara struggled to articulate.
"[Confirmed. Bestowing [Skill: Star King] upon the individual; Madara Uchiha. Successful!]"
Hashirama smiled sadly. "It's never that straightforward! Our kind of dreams are always difficult! We can only do so much in our lifetime... That's why we must entrust the rest to those who follow us."
"Heh... As naive... as always... you've always been... that kind... of fool." Madara managed a weak smile, blood spilling from his mouth.
"But perhaps... your way... is the right one... I got greedy... seeking more power."
"[Confirmed. Bestowing [Unique Skill: Lord of Greed] upon the individual; Madara Uchiha. Successful!]"
"...and my hatred for this world drove me to aim for something beyond the stars..."
"[Confirmed. Bestowing [Unique Skill: Lord of Wrath] upon the individual; Madara Uchiha. Successful!]"
"...and I ultimately failed.
"Stop talking, Madara! You are—"
"It's no use, Hashirama... I'm dying, and you know it..." Madara coughed violently, blood escaping his lips as he managed a faint smile.
"This is the price I must pay... Even for an Uzumaki, when the Jinchūriki has their Bijū extracted, death is inevitable. Madara understood this well, having been the Ten-Tailed Jinchūriki.
"Madara...
"Farewell... Hashirama... My rival... My friend... May your ideals... endure..." Madara uttered his final words.
In those final moments, the two shinobi shared a silent understanding, a bond that transcended their rivalry and the fate that had entwined them. Madara's hand clutched Hashirama's, a gesture of acknowledgment and friendship that bridged the gap between their opposing ideologies.
The night grew colder, a chilling reminder of the end that awaited the once-great Uchiha. His breaths grew shallower, each one a whispered secret to the world that had seen his power and been scarred by his ambition. Hashirama's voice, a steady beacon in the encroaching darkness, spoke of a peace that Madara had sought with every fiber of his being, yet had ultimately failed to grasp.
The world grew hazy around him, the edges of his vision blurring into the endless night. Hashirama's face grew larger, a blur of grief and resolve. Madara felt the warmth of his friend's hand, a stark contrast to the chilling embrace of his impending death.
"Dying beneath such beautiful moonlight isn't so bad. It brings me a sense of peace."
The legendary Madara Uchiha took his last breath and closed his weary eyes for the final time.
End of Chapter 1.
