I don't own or co-own Naruto or That Time I Got Reincarnated As a Slime, the rights belong to Fuse and Masashi Kishimoto. Based upon Characters created by Fuse and Masashi Kishimoto.

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]"


Chirp!

Chirp!

Chirp!

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Chirp!

Chirp!

In the vast expanse of the Jura Forest, the melodious symphony of avian vocalizations filled the air, creating a serene and tranquil atmosphere that seemed to resonate with the very soul of the natural world.

Yet, amidst this harmonious backdrop, a figure of unparalleled agility and speed darted from one arboreal giant to the next, moving with such swiftness that the human eye could barely discern his existence.

This enigmatic being was none other than a manifestation of Madara Uchiha, the legendary shinobi whose legacy was etched into the annals of history in the land of shinobi. His crimson orbs, the hallmark of his Uchiha lineage, pierced through the dense foliage, ever vigilant for any signs of threat that may lurk within the shadows.

The tranquil panorama to his right presented the meandering riverbed, its glassy surface reflecting the warm, golden hues of the setting sun. The gentle cascade of sunlight bathed the area in a soft glow, casting a spectrum of colors across the landscape as if painted by an unseen artist.

The river's gentle serenade melded with the chorus of the forest, creating a scene of untouched beauty. On the opposite flank, the serene tranquility of the area was graced by a gently ascending hill, upon which a multitude of creatures roamed, their forms casting long, dancing shadows as they ambled along the contours of the earth.

The unimpeded journey ahead was lined with the nascent growth of shrubbery, their nascent forms heralding the approach of the great road that stretched into the horizon. The world around was a tableau of nature's grandeur, unmarred by the hands of civilization.

Yet, as the day drew to a close, the shadowy tendrils of night began to weave themselves through the fabric of the forest, their silent embrace elongating the shadows that crisscrossed the land.

Madara's shadowy doppelgänger had been dispatched by his original counterpart with a singular purpose - to scout the uncharted territories of this newfound realm for any semblance of human habitation. The battle with the formidable Direwolfs had transpired but a day prior, and the need for intelligence was as vital as the air they breathed. Ten such clones had been sent forth, each one a silent sentinel in the quest for knowledge.

The clone's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by an inexplicable sensation, a disturbance in the very fabric of the chakra that suffused the environment. His eyes snapped open, and the crimson hue of the Mangekyou Sharingan activated, the pupils swirling with the intricate patterns that signified his heightened perception.

He surveyed the vicinity with unblinking scrutiny, yet found no signs of life that could have triggered his finely honed instincts.

"What was that?" He murmured to himself, the words a mere whisper in the deafening silence of the forest. The world around him remained as still as a painting, the only sound the rhythmic beating of his heart. Yet, he could not shake the feeling that he was not alone.

Closing his eyes once more, he focused his formidable sensory prowess and began to meticulously gather the ambient nature energy that pulsed through the air. The telltale markings of the Mangekyou Sharingan began to etch themselves upon his countenance, a stark black emblem appearing on his forehead and his eyes gaining an eerie luminescence.

With a grace that belied his purpose, the clone descended to the forest floor, his feet alighting upon the soft carpet of leaves without so much as a whisper. "I am not mistaken," he murmured with a steely resolve, his voice a soft echo in the quietude. "You believe yourself to be invisible, but you are as clear to me as the moon in the night sky. Show yourself."

The demand hung in the air like an unspoken challenge, a silent declaration of his unassailable power. The only response was the occasional flutter of leaves as they succumbed to the gentle caress of the evening breeze. Yet, the very fabric of the air seemed to shiver as if in anticipation of an impending confrontation.

Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the sound of rustling foliage, and a figure materialized before him as if conjured by some arcane art. The presence was undeniably powerful, yet it bore the unmistakable hallmarks of stealth. The being's emerald eyes bore into Madara's own, a silent challenge that seemed to resonate with the very air around them.

The newcomer's crimson hair flowed like a fiery waterfall, framing a face that was both handsome and hauntingly familiar. His lithe, elongated ears pointed skyward, betraying his elvish heritage, and his attire was as dark as the shadows from which he had emerged. A sword, whose simplicity belied its potential for destruction, was sheathed at his side, a silent sentinel to his readiness for combat.

"Who... or perhaps I should say, what, are you?" The elf's voice was like a thunderclap, resonating with a dignity that was palpable even in the stillness of the woods. His gaze remained unwavering, his guard up, as he sized up the unexpected adversary before him.

Madara's clone responded with a calm that was as unyielding as the mountains themselves. "I am human, through and through," he affirmed, his tone carrying the weight of conviction.

The elf's eyes narrowed, his expression a blend of skepticism and curiosity. "Your presence is... uncanny," he murmured, his voice tinged with an underlying wariness. "It is akin to that of the Storm Dragon, Veldora. How is this possible?"

The elf's mind raced with the implications of his discovery. The legendary dragon had vanished from his prison, and now, he faced a human whose very essence bore the same intimidating aura. The odds were stacked against him, and his instincts screamed for retreat.

"I am no dragon," Madara's clone assured him, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "But if you wish to leave this encounter unscathed, I suggest you reveal your true intentions."

The elf took a moment to consider his options, his gaze flickering between the clone's piercing eyes and the sword that remained steadfast in his hand. "Very well," he conceded, sheathing his weapon and enveloping himself in his cloak. "Let us part ways peacefully. We have no business with one another."

The clone nodded, acknowledging the elf's proposal. He had a mission to fulfill, and engaging in unnecessary battles would serve no purpose. With a swift, silent nod, he disappeared into the canopy once more, his journey towards the horizon unimpeded.

The elf remained, watching the retreating figure with a contemplative gaze. "How peculiar," he mused aloud. "A human who wields the power of the gods, yet shows no malice towards one such as I. Perhaps there is more to this world than I had previously thought."

With a sigh of relief, the elf pulled his hood up, obscuring his features. "I hope our paths cross again," he whispered into the wind, "but under less... tense circumstances."

The Jura Forest, once again, reclaimed its peace, the chirping of the birds resuming their nocturnal concert as the shadow of the mysterious human-dragon hybrid faded into the distance. The elf, left to ponder the encounter, could not help but feel a strange kinship with the enigmatic being he had just met.

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The elf, whose name was Elmenor, was a creature of ancient lineage, hailing from a race that had long ago retreated into the safety of the forests to escape the ravages of time and the wars that had plagued the lands of humans. His kind, the elves, were known for their longevity and innate magical abilities, living in harmony with the very essence of nature itself.

Elmenor had been traveling through the forest, his keen senses alert for any sign of danger or intrusion, when he had stumbled upon the human who bore the presence of a god. He had used his stealth, a skill honed over countless centuries, to observe the newcomer from afar. Yet, even his elven senses had proven inadequate against the might of the Mangekyou Sharingan.

As the human vanished into the night, Elmenor found himself smiling despite the gravity of their encounter. It was a rare occurrence to meet someone who could see through his deception, and it stirred within him a sense of excitement and wonder. The world was vast and full of mysteries, and he had just encountered one of its most intriguing.

Turning his thoughts inward, Elmenor pondered the implications of this meeting. The presence of such a powerful being could mean that the balance of power in the lands was shifting once more. The humans, with their ever-expanding cities and insatiable hunger for knowledge, had long been the bane of his people's existence. Yet, this one seemed different.

He knew not what fate had brought them together, nor what the future held for either of them. Yet, he could not shake the feeling that their paths would cross again. And when they did, he hoped it would be under the auspices of peace rather than the specter of war.

The Jura Forest, ancient and wise, watched over the retreating figures of the elf and the human, its secrets held tight within its embrace. The night grew darker, the stars winking into existence one by one, and the whispers of the leaves carried the story of their encounter into the annals of time.

Madara's clone, for his part, continued his mission, the encounter with the elf nothing more than a momentary distraction. His thoughts focused on the information he sought, the shadowy figure leaped from branch to branch, his eyes never straying from the path ahead. His purpose was clear, and the whispers of the forest could not deter him from his goal.

In the vast tapestry of the world, their stories were but threads, weaving together in a dance that neither could predict. Yet, in that brief moment, their fates had become intertwined, a bond forged by curiosity and the promise of a future unseen.

The journey ahead was fraught with uncertainty and danger, but the human and the elf both knew that they had glimpsed something extraordinary in the other. Whether it was destiny or mere happenstance that had brought them together, only time would tell.

For now, the forest held its breath, the chirps of the nightingales a gentle lullaby as the two beings, one a creature of shadow and the other of light, moved inexorably towards their respective destinies. And as the moon climbed higher into the night sky, casting its silvery glow upon the earth below, the Jura Forest remained a silent witness to the unfolding narrative of their lives.


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.