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"Talking"

"Thoughts"

[Jutsus, Techniques, and Spells]

"[Chapter 9: Peaceful Life]"

"[Date: 15 May 2022 AD]"

Elijah led Clair, Young-Hee, and Lisara to the guest room, his heart racing. He had never had guests over before, and the thought of sharing his home with these beautiful, powerful beings was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.

The room was large and spacious, with a king-sized bed that had once been reserved for Madara's use, now covered in soft, inviting blankets and pillows.

"Elijah, to think you are the son of Madara Uchiha. Like seriously that is insane."

Elijah felt his cheeks heat up as Lisara spoke. The room was lit by the soft glow of the moonlight that streamed through the windows, casting a serene atmosphere over the three of them. Clair and Young-Hee looked at him with a mix of admiration and curiosity. He had always known his father was a legend, but hearing it from outsiders was something else entirely.

"Thanks," he murmured, trying to keep his voice steady. "I guess it's not every day you get to say you're the son of Madara Uchiha."

"Seriously, your father is feared throughout the Supernatural World. His name alone is taboo."

Elijah couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by Lisara's admiration. It was one thing to know his father's reputation, but to hear it from others was something entirely different. He swallowed, trying to compose himself.

"But he truly has a good heart..." Elijah felt the need to defend his father, his voice carrying a gentle warmth that filled the guest room. "He does what he believes is right for the peace of our worlds. Sometimes, that means making decisions that might not be popular. But he's not just a legend; he's a loving father."

"Yes, and your mother is truly beautiful."

Elijah felt a blush creep up his neck as Clair spoke. He couldn't argue with her. Gabriel was indeed stunning, with her golden hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Thank you. They're both great parents. Now, let's get you all settled in. This is the guest room, and it's got everything you'll need for the night. The bathroom's just down the hall. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask," Elijah said, his voice slightly shaky.

Clair stepped into the room, her eyes scanning the luxurious space. The walls were lined with bookshelves, filled with tomes that spoke of ancient battles and mystical lands. The bed looked like a cloud, and the plush carpets underfoot were a stark contrast to the cold stone of the mountain outside.

"It's so... warm," she said, her voice filled with wonder.

"This used to be fathers room, he made it to be as comfortable for mother and aunt Tiamat. And aunt Aurora."

Elijah's voice was filled with a tinge of sadness as he spoke of the room's former occupant. The three girls exchanged a look of understanding, knowing that Madara's absence had been felt deeply in this house.

"Aunt Aurora? Where is she?"

The question from Young-Hee brought a sad silence to the room, and Elijah's eyes clouded over. "Aunt Aurora is Aki's mother. She died giving birth to Aki."

Lisara reached out to pat his shoulder, "I'm so sorry for your loss."

Elijah nodded, "Thank you."

The three guests looked at each other before Clair spoke up, "We should let you get some rest, Elijah. It's been a long day for everyone."

Elijah nodded, grateful for the reprieve. "Thank you for understanding. Goodnight," he said, closing the door behind him.

"Big brother Elijah...?" Asia called from the corner of her room.

Elijah, who had just finished tucking in Yiren, looked over his shoulder to see Asia peeking out of her door. Her eyes were wide with excitement, and she had a mischievous grin on her face.

"Can you sleep with me? I had a nightmare."

The innocence in her voice washed over Elijah like a warm bath. He couldn't say no to that. He walked over to her bed, his heart swelling with love for his little sister.

"Sure, Asia," he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "What was the nightmare about?"

Asia snuggled closer, her eyes shimmering in the moonlight. "I dreamed that you and Father had to leave again, and we were all alone. It was so scary."

Elijah pulled her into a tight embrace, feeling the warmth of her body against his. "Don't worry, Asia. We're all here now, and we're not going anywhere."

Her grip tightened around him, and he knew she was holding onto more than just his shirt. She was holding onto the promise of safety and security that his presence represented. He leaned back, tucking her into bed and smoothing her hair.

"Listen Asia, not a word to father about the incident with the Fallen Angels. You know how he gets."

Asia nodded solemnly, her eyes wide with understanding. "I promise, big brother Elijah. I don't want him to worry either."

"Don't let it slip either. Innocent blood would be spilled if he ever learned about it. You know father."

Elijah felt a pang of guilt as Asia nodded, her eyes wide with understanding. He knew that the incident with the Fallen Angels was a secret that could never be shared with Madara.

Madara would murder everyone if he found out. And not in the metaphorical sense.

With a sigh, Elijah lay down beside Asia, his mind racing with the events of the day. The warmth of her body seeped into his own, and he felt a strange sense of peace. It was a feeling that had eluded him for so long, a feeling he had almost forgotten during his father's absence.

Aki and Yiren slept to the bed next to them, their gentle snores filling the room with a sense of tranquility.

Elijah began to wonder about his father past, they called him a murderer, a monster, death itself, but his siblings adored him, and even his mother's talked about him like he was a saint. Who was the real Madara Uchiha?

Madara had told them about the Ōtsutsuki Clan, and the seals he had to guard. But Elijah had heard whispers, stories of his father's ruthlessness in battle, his unyielding drive for power. Was it all true? Or was it just the distorted perspective of those who feared him?

The room grew quiet, the only sound the rhythmic breathing of the sleeping siblings. Elijah couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his father than he knew. He lay there for hours, his thoughts racing like a river through the night.

Why should he care? Was he a great father? Yes he was, but was he a great man? That was the question that kept Elijah up at night. Madara was a hero to many, a monster to others, but to him, he was just his father. He had been gone for so long, fighting battles Elijah couldn't even fathom. The weight of his father's legacy was a burden he wasn't sure he wanted to carry.

He decided — he simply didn't care about his father's past at all, not anymore. Madara was here now, and that was all that mattered. Elijah had to focus on the present and the future of their family. He took a deep breath and let the warmth of the blankets envelop him, his body slowly succumbing to the siren call of sleep.

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The next morning, the house was a flurry of activity. The smell of breakfast filled the air, and Madara could hear the laughter of his daughters in the kitchen. He stretched out in bed, feeling the ache of his muscles from the long journey, but the pain was worth it. He was home.

As he got dressed, he couldn't help but reflect on the conversation from the night before. The Ōtsutsuki Clan had always been a thorn in his side, but he had hoped that the seal he had placed would hold for a hundred more years. The thought of leaving his family again to face them was a bitter pill to swallow.

Madara descended the stairs, his footsteps echoing through the grand hallway. The house was alive with the sounds of his family moving about, a stark contrast to the solitude he had grown accustomed to. The sight of his daughters cooking breakfast brought a smile to his face, and he felt a warmth in his chest that had been absent for too long.

"Daddy!! Daddy!" Asia called as she jumped on him.

Madara caught her in his arms, his heart swelling with love. "Good morning, my little star. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, Daddy. I had the best dream. You, Mommy Gabriel, and Mommy Tiamat were all here, and we were so happy!"

Madara kissed the top of Asia's head, her words a balm to his weary soul. "I'm happy to hear that, sweetheart. Now, let's not let breakfast burn, shall we?"

"Daddy! Daddy! Listen! I was thinking something last night."

Madara put Asia down gently and leaned down to her level, his eyes searching hers. "What is it, my love?"

"I don't have enough siblings! I want more little brothers and sisters to play with!" Asia exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Madara's heart skipped a beat at her innocent request. He knew the burdens of his legacy, the dangers that came with being his offspring. But the joy in her voice was undeniable. He shared a look with Gabriel and Tiamat, who had entered the kitchen, their expressions a mix of amusement and concern. They had talked about expanding their family before he had left, but the timing had never been right with the constant threat of the Ōtsutsuki Clan looming over them.

"You should ask aunt Tiamat and you mother about that, not me. I can't make that decision unless they are okay with it."

Madara said, his voice filled with a hint of amusement.

Tiamat and Gabriel shared a look, the unspoken conversation between them filled with the complexities of their polygamous relationship. Madara had always been honest with them about his feelings and intentions, and they knew that the love he had for each of them was genuine. Yet, the thought of adding more children to their already large and unique family was a decision that would require careful consideration.

"We'll talk about it later, Asia," Tiamat said gently, her eyes reflecting the warmth of the sunrise that streamed through the kitchen windows. "But for now, let's all enjoy the fact that your father is home safe and sound, shall we?"

"Heee~~~ but i want more siblings to spoil! I don't want to be the youngest anymore~~~!"

Madara chuckled at Asia's whiny tone, a sound that had become so familiar to him. He knew her pout was all an act to get what she wanted, but he also knew that the desire for a larger family was genuine. He looked over to Tiamat and Gabriel, who were both busy at the stove, flipping pancakes and serving eggs.

The love between the three of them was palpable, and it was a love that could surely extend to more children.

Breakfast was a raucous affair, filled with laughter and the clatter of dishes. The children regaled Madara with tales of their adventures and the lessons they had learned during his absence.

Madara listened with rapt attention, his eyes shining with pride and love as he took in every word. Even though he had missed so much, it was clear that they had flourished under the care of their mothers and Astra.

"Vali, what is wrong son...?" Madara asked.

Vali looked up from his plate, his expression a mask of confusion and sadness. "I don't know, father. It's just that, I feel like im so out of place here. They are all your biological children... while im not..."

Elijah intervened, hitting Vali in the head, "Don't ever say that, Vali! You are as much a part of this family as any of us! Besides, you got all the cool powers, remember?"

Madara's gaze softened at his son's words, and he placed a firm hand on Vali's shoulder. "Elijah is right. You are my son in every way that matters. The bond we share through love is stronger than any blood relation. Don't ever let such thoughts cloud your mind again."

Vali nodded, his cheeks flushing with both embarrassment and gratitude. Madara knew his words had hit home, but the underlying tension remained. It was a conversation that needed to be revisited, but now was not the time.

"This so good!" Lisara said.

Elijah watched her take a bite of the pancake, his heart fluttering in his chest. The simple joy on her face was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. It was strange how a simple act of sharing food could bring so much warmth to a room.

"Thank you for making us feel so welcome, Madara-sama."

Madara looked over at Clair, who was delicately taking a bite of the pancake. "Please, just call me Madara. You are friends of Elijah, after all."

The conversation around the table grew louder as everyone shared stories of their own families and the unique dynamics that came with being born into the supernatural world.

"I forgot to ask last night, But Lisara, are you perhaps the daughter Grimjo?" Madara asked.

The room fell silent, and even the sound of the sizzling pancake seemed to fade away. Lisara looked up at Madara with a mix of shock and awe.

"Grimjo the Reaper? Yes, he's my father," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But how did you know?"

"He was my ally in the Devil Civil War."

The room grew even quieter at Madara's revelation. The name Grimjo was well known in the underworld. He was a formidable reaper, a leader among his kind, and a fierce warrior who had fought alongside Madara.

"Your father is a great man, Lisara. He was a valuable ally to me."

Lisara's cheeks reddened, and she nodded, unable to find words to respond. Madara's history was vast and intimidating, but knowing he had a personal connection to her father brought her some comfort.

"How old are you Madara?" Clair asked.

The question hung in the air, and for a moment, Madara's eyes searched the room, as if he was looking for the answer. "Two-thousand and two-hundred seventy-five."

The girls' eyes widened in shock, and even Tiamat and Gabriel paused in their movements. "You're so... ancient!" Young-Hee exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of awe and curiosity.

"Wait! Does that mean you meet Jesus Christ? THE son of god?"

The question was thrown from the corner of the room, where Aki was sitting with wide eyes and a spoonful of pancake hovering in mid-air. Madara couldn't help but laugh at the innocent wonder in her voice.

"I did meet him once in Jerusalem."

Madara's words hung in the air, bringing a sudden hush to the noisy breakfast table. The room was thick with the scent of pancakes and syrup, but the weight of his revelation overpowered all other senses. The siblings and guests looked at him with a mix of amazement and curiosity, their eyes wide with wonder.

"Jerusalem?" Asia's voice was barely a whisper. "That's where they say the son of god lived, right?"

Madara nodded, a far-off look in his eyes. "Yes, during the time of Jesus Christ, I was there. It was a tumultuous period, and his message was one of peace and love amidst the chaos of the world. His impact was profound, even then."

The room was still, the only sound the crackling of the fireplace. The children stared at their father, their young minds struggling to comprehend the breadth of his experiences. Tiamat and Gabriel exchanged glances, knowing that their partner had seen and done much in his long life, but also knowing that it was not their place to pry into his past.

"In a way, he is my brother-in-law."

The room erupted in a mix of shocked gasps and laughter. Madara chuckled at their reactions, a twinkle in his eye as he took a sip of his tea.

"How so?"

Elijah's question cut through the air, his curiosity piqued. Madara set his teacup down with a clink, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Well Elijah, since Gabriel is a creation of the Biblical God, that makes Jesus her brother, and in soo, my brother-in-law. And in conclusion, that makes him Asia's and your uncle, Elijah."

The room filled with astonishment as the children processed the revelation. Madara's history was like a tapestry woven through time, filled with threads of legend and divinity. The silence was broken by the clanging of pans as Tiamat and Gabriel continued to prepare breakfast, a reminder that despite the grandness of his past, here he was, a loving husband and father.

"But father, what happened after you met Jesus?" Elijah's curiosity was insatiable. Madara's eyes grew distant as he spoke, his voice carrying the weight of centuries.

"Nothing actually. I was just interested to meet the son of God,"

Madara's response brought a round of chuckles to the table, breaking the tension of his ancient revelation. The clinking of cutlery against plates and the murmur of conversation resumed as the family returned to their breakfast, the aroma of sweet maple syrup and sizzling bacon once again dominating the room. Madara's mind, however, remained partially adrift in the sea of his past.

"So in a way.. doesn't that mean that God... is Elijah's and Asia's... grandfather...?!" Lisara asked.

The room froze for a beat, then burst into laughter as Madara nodded with a playful smile. "In a roundabout way, yes. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?"

The conversation flowed back into more mundane topics, but Madara could see the wheels turning in his children's heads. He knew they had questions, but he also knew that bombarding them with too much at once could be overwhelming. They had their entire lives to learn about his past.

"I was actually planning on building a school for the supernatural students." He said.

The room grew quiet once more, the clinking of cutlery halting. Madara's words were filled with determination and a hint of excitement. He had been thinking about this for a long time, a place where young beings like Aki and Vali could learn and grow in a safe environment, shielded from the prejudices of the human world.

"A school?" Tiamat's eyes lit up. "That's an amazing idea, Madara!"

"Yes, a school where they can learn about their heritage and hone their abilities without fear of persecution. A place where they can understand the responsibilities that come with their power." Madara's voice grew stronger as he spoke, his vision clear and hopeful.

The siblings exchanged glances, the gravity of the proposal settling in. It wasn't every day that one's father suggested creating a sanctuary for those like them.

"But Madara," Tiamat spoke up, her eyes searching his, "

"Madara," Tiamat interjected, her eyes searching his, "are we ready for such a big responsibility? Building a school for supernatural children is a monumental task."

"Of course we are, i have even planned something."

Madara's voice was filled with a conviction that silenced the room. He had spent many sleepless nights pondering over the future of their children and those like them.

"I've already secured a place. It's in the Core Dimension, where the Ōtsutsuki Clan won't be able to reach them easily. It'll be a haven for all those who are feared or misunderstood in the human world."

The room buzzed with excitement as the siblings and guests considered the implications. Madara's vision was grand, but the logistics were daunting.

"What about teachers?" Vali spoke up, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm.

"I will be the Principal. As for teachers, like for math, geography, and language, i have a few ties in the human world,"

Madara said, his mind already racing ahead with the details.

"But who will teach them about our world?" Asia asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Me."

The single word hung in the air, and all eyes turned to Madara. He took a deep breath, his gaze firm and resolute.

"I will inderduce a ranking system," Madara continued, his voice gaining momentum. "From F-Rank, the lowest — to SSS-Rank, the highest."

Elijah leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "What does that mean?"

"Based on strength, like a heiarchy."

Madara's eyes gleamed with purpose as he outlined his vision. A ranking system would not only serve to measure their progress but also to instill discipline and unity among the students. It was a concept borrowed from his own shinobi days, a way to prepare them for the challenges they would inevitably face.

"I will create dungeons filled with mindless monsters, where they can slay them and gain higher strength."

Madara's words sent a shiver down Asia's spine, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. The thought of attending such a school, learning alongside her siblings and other supernatural children, was thrilling.

"Isn't that kinda like a game?!" Elijah asked.

Madara nodded with a sly smile. "In essence, yes. But it's also a way to ensure their safety and growth. They will need to be strong to protect themselves from those who fear what they do not understand."

Tiamat's gaze softened as she listened to Madara's plans. Despite the gravity of the situation, she couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. This was his way of creating a legacy of peace and understanding, a stark contrast to the battles he had once fought.

"I will start tomorrow with the project."

Madara's declaration was met with a mix of excitement and trepidation around the table. The siblings and guests knew the weight of such a task, but also recognized the potential impact it could have on countless lives.

"Vali, Elijah. Come with me, i have something to discuss."

Madara's words were a sudden shift in tone, cutting through the excitement like a knife through butter. The two brothers looked at each other before nodding and following their father into the study, leaving the others to clear the breakfast dishes.

The study was lined with ancient texts and scrolls, the air heavy with the scent of ink and parchment. Madara gestured for them to sit on the plush velvet chairs by the crackling fireplace. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking.

"Vali, i think you have noticed, but the Red Dragon Emperor has awakened in a new host."

The gravity of Madara's words sent a shiver down Vali's spine as he and Elijah sat in the study. Madara's gaze was intense, his expression serious.

"As the White Dragon Emperor, you will eventually have to battle him, Vali."

The words hung heavy in the air, and Vali felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. He had always known this day would come, but the reality of it was more daunting than he had ever imagined.

"It is my destiny, father. I will not run from it."

Vali's voice was firm, yet Madara could sense the tremble of fear beneath the bravado. He knew his son well; the weight of his heritage was not lost on him.

The cycle of the Red Dragon Emperor and White Dragon Emperor was the same as the cycle of Indra and Ashura, they were destined to clash, it was the law of the universe.

Madara had hoped to shield his children from this fate, but now, the time had come for Vali to embrace his destiny.

"The Red Dragon Emperor is my eternal rival, father. Im not afraid in the slightest."

Vali's voice was firm, his posture straight as he met Madara's gaze. But Madara knew better; he knew the fear that lurked beneath Vali's bravado. The weight of their family's destiny was a heavy burden for any young man to bear.

"Your bravery is commendable, Vali, but do not underestimate the gravity of this. The Red Dragon Emperor is not just a rival; he is a force to be reckoned with, and the fate of worlds may hinge on your encounter with him. You must train hard, learn from your siblings, and be prepared for the battles ahead. And when the time comes, I will be there to support you, as your father and as your ally."

Madara's words were a solemn reminder of the path that lay ahead for Vali. The young man nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of his father's advice.

"Now then, Elijah. What is the deal with thise girls? Are they... your girlfriends?"

Madara's question caught Elijah off-guard, and he fumbled for words. The room felt hotter than before, and he could feel his cheeks burning.

"I haven't popped the question yet, but i love them... father."

Elijah's voice was a whisper, his eyes darting to the floor. Madara's gaze softened at his son's awkwardness, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"All three of them? I didn't know my younger brother is such a player!" Vali said with pride.

Elijah shot Vali a glare, but Madara's chuckle diffused the tension.

"Love is not something to be taken lightly, Elijah. But if your heart is true, and you can maintain balance and respect among your partners, I have no issue with it." Madara's voice was gentle, hinting at his own unconventional relationships.

Elijah's cheeks remained flushed as he nodded. "I understand, Father. I just want them to be happy, and I believe we can share a life together that's full of love and support."

Madara's smile grew warm as he looked at Elijah, recognizing the earnestness in his son's eyes. "Your heart is in the right place, but remember, love is not always easy. It requires compromise, communication, and a willingness to grow together. Are you ready for that?"

Elijah swallowed hard, looking up at Madara. "Yes, Father. I am ready to do whatever it takes to make them happy and keep our family strong."

Madara nodded, his gaze piercing. "Good. Then you must understand that with love comes responsibility. You must protect them, not just from physical harm, but from the judgments of those who do not understand our ways. The world is not kind to those who are different. Prepare for the battles you will face, both on the battlefield and in the hearts of men. Now, let us not dwell on this today. Your mother and I have something to discuss with you both regarding your education and future roles in our family's legacy. But for now, enjoy your day and the company of your friends. Your training can wait until tomorrow. For today, you are just my sons, enjoying a day together as a family should."

The tension in the room dissipated, and the two brothers breathed a collective sigh of relief. They had been prepared for a lecture, but Madara's understanding and support were more than they could have hoped for. As they left the study, the warmth of the fireplace lingered on their skin, a symbol of the love and protection that Madara offered them.

The rest of the day was spent in a flurry of activity as the siblings and their friends explored the vast grounds of the estate. Madara watched them from a distance, his heart swelling with pride. Despite the battles he had fought and the enemies he had slain, nothing brought him more joy than watching his children live freely and without fear.

He would protect their happiness, even if he had to return to the monster he used to be, Madara vowed to himself, his thoughts drifting to the looming shadow of the Otsutsuki Clan.

He would remind the world why he stood as the legend he was, and why fear and reverence were synonymous with his name. Madara's resolve was unshakeable, his gaze on the horizon, his mind racing with strategies and contingency plans.

Those insects had been a thorn in his side for millennia, and it was time to ensure they could no longer threaten the lives he had built.

He took a deep breath and exhaled, "Izuna... I miss you... baby brother..."

Madara's voice was filled with a mix of nostalgia and pain as he whispered into the wind, his thoughts drifting to his long-lost younger sibling. The memory of their bond was as clear as the day it was severed, and it was a wound that had never truly healed.

End Of Chapter 9.

Elijah and Asia are Madara's Children with Gabriel.

Yiren is Madara's child with Tiamat.

Aki is Madara's and Aurora's child.

Vali is an adoptive child.

Elijah is the Oldest of the Biological siblings.

Name: Elijah.

Family Name: Uchiha.

Age: 19.

Date of Birth: 04 March 2003 AD.

Sex: Male.

Hair Colour: Blonde.

Eye Colour: Blue.

Race: Half-Human, Half-Angel.

Number of Wings: Six as off now.

Name: Aki.

Family Name: Uchiha.

Age: 18.

Date of Birth: 14 February 2004 AD.

Sex: Female.

Hair Colour: Blonde.

Eye Colour: Amethyst Purple.

Race: Human.

Name: Yiren.

Family Name: Uchiha.

Age: 18.

Date of Birth: 27 April 2004 AD.

Sex: Female.

Hair Colour: Black.

Eye Colour: Onyx Black — Blue when using her Dojoutsu; Miraigan.

Race: Half-Dragon, Half-Human.

Status: Alive

Relationships:

— Madara(Father)

—Tiamat(Mother)

—Gabriel(Aunt, Mother-like figure)

— Vali(Adoptive older brother)

— Elijah(Biological Older Brother)

— Aki(Older Half-Sister)

— Asia(Younger Half-Sister).

Name: Asia.

Family Name: Uchiha.

Age: 16

Date of Birth: January 2006 AD.

Sex: Female.

Hair Colour: Blonde.

Eye Colour: Blue.

Race: Half-Angel, Half Human.

Status: Alive.

Relationships:

— Madara(Father)

— Gabriel(Mother)

— Tiamat(Aunt, Mother-like figure)

— Vali(Adoptive older brother)

— Elijah(Biological Older Brother)

— Aki(Older Half-Sister)

— Yiren(Older Half-Sister).