"Here… this is your adventurer's card. Your rank is E, the lowest rank. Everyone starts from E as an adventurer unless there are some rather… unforeseen circumstances." The adventurer guild receptionist spoke in a practiced tone, handing the card to the boy before her.

She was a woman in her late twenties, dressed neatly in the guild's standard uniform, her warm smile attempting to soften the weight of her words.

Madara took the card silently, his expression stoic as ever, though his grip on the card tightened slightly checking its quality.

The receptionist, keenly observant as most guild workers had to be, noticed the coldness in his otherwise calm eyes.

"You can pick your missions to complete from the mission board," she continued, her tone professional but with a slight undercurrent of sympathy. "Please remember that you can only take E-rank missions and, at most, D-rank missions, which are one rank higher than yours. After completing a mission, you must provide proof that you successfully completed it. Without proof, the guild cannot officially recognize your success of the mission and you will not get the completion reward for the mission." She leaned forward slightly, emphasizing the importance of her words.

Madara gave her a small nod, his silence unbroken. His gaze flickered briefly toward the mission board, but he remained attentive, allowing her to finish.

The receptionist hesitated for a moment before speaking again, her smile softening into something more genuine.

"Please don't lose your card. If you do, there will be a fee for a replacement," she added, her voice calm and sweet.

She straightened up and glanced to her side, noticing another boy of similar age waiting for his turn.

Before redirecting her attention to the next adventurer, she caught herself looking back at Madara.

Something about him—his composure, his quietness—piqued her curiosity.

Most young adventurers would be bursting with questions or enthusiasm, yet here he was, calm and resolute.

But then, her gaze dropped to his adventurer card, the faint aura surrounding it—or lack thereof—confirming what she had heard earlier: he had no mana.

Her heart sank slightly. A child born without mana was a rarity, but not one celebrated. In human society, those without mana were considered outcasts, unloved by the gods themselves.

The stigma was heavy and cruel. She had even heard stories of parents abandoning mana-less children, deeming them cursed.

The thought made her chest tighten briefly, but she forced herself to remain composed. He doesn't need pity right now. He needs encouragement.

"I will be careful," Madara said finally, his voice calm as usual. Without another word, he turned and began walking toward the mission board, his figure blending into the bustling guild hall.

The receptionist watched him go, her fingers twitching slightly as though wanting to call him back, to say something encouraging, but the words didn't come.

Instead, she let out a quiet sigh and turned her attention to the next adventurer, forcing her smile back into place.

If she had just a little idea who she was feeling sympathy for. Sympathy and pity is the last thin… No, those things were out of the question for him, but in the case of the receptionist those two things were the last things she should feel for him.

….

Madara reached the mission board, scanning the rows of parchment pinned up in an almost chaotic fashion.

Each mission had a description, a rank, and a reward written in neat handwriting. The adventurer near the board buzzed with energy as adventurers of all ages argued, laughed, and pointed out missions to one another.

Unlike them, Madara approached with quiet precision, his eyes quickly taking in the various tasks. There were simple missions—gathering herbs, collecting flowers, and retrieving items from nearby areas. Some missions involved locating missing persons, while others required slaying monsters. He ignored the former entirely, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the latter.

One mission, in particular, caught his attention. It was a goblin reconnaissance mission—a D-rank task. The details were simple: goblins had been raiding small villages without guards or proper defenses, and the guild needed information about their movements and numbers. While there were also C-rank missions for eliminating the goblins outright, this reconnaissance mission fell within his permissible range.

Madara studied the parchment, his lips pressing into a thin line. Information gathering… It's not fighting, but it's a start. He pulled the paper from the board and walked back toward the reception desk to register his choice.

As he moved, a pair of older adventurers lounging nearby glanced his way. One of them, a burly man with a scar across his cheek, smirked and elbowed his companion. "Look at that kid. Bet he doesn't last a week."

The other, a lanky man with sharp eyes, chuckled. "No mana, too. Poor thing probably doesn't know what he's getting into."

Madara ignored the talks even though he could hear them, but he just didn't acknowledge their words. If he had to move after even one person made some unsightly comment he would be fighting all day.

By the time he returned to the receptionist to confirm his mission. The receptionist just gave a form to the young boy who burst here with excitement.

"I would like this quest," he said evenly, handing the parchment to the receptionist. She glanced at it, her brow furrowing slightly.

"Please fill this form, and tell me when you are done." Said the receptionist to the young boy.

Then she directed her attention to Madara.

"A D-rank mission already?" she asked, a hint of concern creeping into her voice. "You're aware that it's one rank higher than yours, right? Even though adventurers can choose a quest one rank higher than their rank… Are you sure? It would be difficult"

"I am," Madara replied simply. "I'll manage."

The receptionist hesitated, her fingers hovering over the parchment for a moment before finally stamping it. It's not like she can convince the other party, it was not her job. "Very well. Good luck," she said, her smile returning, though it didn't quite reach her eyes.

Madara nodded once, pocketing his adventurer's card and the stamped parchment before walking out of the guild hall. The receptionist watched him leave, as she then focused on the young boy who was having some problem in filling the form.

"Can I get some help please?" Ask the young boy.

"Yes! Of course." The receptionist said enthusiastically with a smile on her face.

….

Madara stepped out of the guild, his newly issued adventurer card tucked securely in his pocket. In this New world, the card served not just as a license to take on quests and claim rewards but also as an identity—a formal acknowledgment of his presence in this new world.

For someone like Madara, he wasn't that much worried about the identity though but still It marked his first step in this new world.

The cobblestone streets of the city bustle with activity, but Madara paid little attention to the noise or the crowd.

His mind was elsewhere, focused on some other certain things.

He needed to return to the inn to retrieve the money he had left in his room. While he doubted anyone would dare to steal from his place, given the reputation he'd already he apuld have gotten with his recent stunt with those hooligans and the other, the thought didn't bother him much even if it happened.

After all, he could easily "recover" his funds from a bandit or two during his upcoming goblin information gathering quest.

As he walked, Madara took in the city around him. Despite his sharp eyes and analytical mind, there wasn't much in this place to impress him.

On the contrary it disgusted him.

The culture here felt disgusting, the people racism against other races. He couldn't help but wonder if the rest of the world would be equally disgusted or if there were places beyond this city worth going to.

Well they would be… at least better than this place.

He was going to leave this city but before he did that he would reform this town by at least getting rid of this stench called slavery here.

The only area he'd seen outside the city walls was the forest where he had first awakened, and even that had been little more than a couple of hours.

His thoughts wandered to the children he had brought to the inn. What should he do with them?

The idea of finding an orphanage for them had crossed his mind, but he wasn't sure if such a place was a good idea seeing the other race being so discriminated against other races on a daily basis.

Orphanage would be no different.

but still he has to think of a way for them to live outside without them being harmed.

They can't live with him as they even avoided speaking to him, there was fear present in their hesitant movements and downcast eyes.

The incident with the girl at the inn had only made things worse, solidifying his image in their minds as someone as a monster maybe.

Not that they were entirely wrong. Madara wasn't the type to care for others, but he was kind yowards children.

But he didn't know what to do. Can he even raise those children if he took them under.

The only time he had ever saved and raised a child for quite a while was when he rescued Obito, and even that had been a calculated move for his larger plans.

Compassion and care were not his strong suits. Yet, he wasn't completely indifferent either. He would ensure the children were taken care of even if it was not by him, at least until they reached an age where they could fend for themselves. That much, he could manage.

By the time his thoughts shifted back to the task at hand, he had already reached the inn. The familiar building loomed before him, and without hesitation,

Madara pushed open the door and stepped inside. The dining area was filled with the sound of clinking utensils and hushed conversations.

Those eating turned their heads briefly to glance at him, but their gazes quickly darted away. His presence commanded a certain silence, born not out of respect but out of fear. None dared to whisper about him, not after witnessing how he dealt with those who had crossed him—or the girl.

Ignoring the tense atmosphere, Madara made his way up the stairs to his room. The wooden boards creaked slightly under his weight, but the sound was drowned out by the muffled conversations below. Reaching his door, he opened it to find the children inside, sitting on the bed and eating the food that had been served when he was leaving.

At the sound of the door, the children froze, their gazes snapping to him. Their eyes were wide, and their movements halted mid-bite. One of the younger kid even dropped his spoon onto the plate, the clatter breaking the silence.

Madara took a step inside, his gaze sweeping over the group. The food on one plate, spread out on the bed, looked mostly untouched despite their attempts to eat it.

He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "You can eat it. I'm not hungry. I'll be going out for a few hours to take care of something work-related. I'll be back by evening or night," he said evenly. His tone carried no warmth, but neither was it harsh. It was simply matter-of-fact.

The children stayed silent, their hands frozen mid-air with food still on their forks. They stared at him, their expressions a mixture of fear and uncertainty.

Madara frowned slightly, his sharp gaze narrowing as he asked, "Don't go outside the inn. If you need anything, ask the lady downstairs or the owner of this place. Understand?"

The children exchanged quick glances, but none of them spoke. Their mouths, still stuffed with food, hung slightly open as though they weren't sure what to do. Madara's irritation flickered for a moment, though it didn't show on his face.

"Huh? Understand or not?" he asked again, his calm voice rising just enough to make it clear he expected an answer.

At this, the children jolted, hurriedly nodding their heads. The timid girl among them swallowed her food hastily, nearly choking in her rush, before stammering out, "Y-yes… sir."

The others quickly nodded along in agreement, their movements stiff and exaggerated.

Madara raised an eyebrow at the formality. "Sir?" he muttered to himself before shrugging. "Well, whatever."

With that, he turned his attention to the small chest near the corner of the room, where he had stashed his money. He crouched down, opened it, and began counting out what he needed for the journey ahead. Behind him, the children remained silent, watching him with wide eyes, their postures still rigid.

Once he finished, Madara straightened up, pocketing the coins. He cast one final glance at the group. "don't cause any trouble," he said simply before heading for the door. As he left, the children finally exhaled, their tense shoulders relaxing as they resumed eating, albeit much quieter than before.

He wasn't that much scary… was he?

…..

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Deep Within the Forest

Madara stood amidst the dense trees, his crimson eyes gleaming in the dim light. The forest was eerily silent except for the distant, high-pitched screeches of goblins. He had tracked them here, the very creatures responsible for raiding a defenseless village. They had slaughtered the men and children while taking the women as captives. Their hideout was somewhere ahead, deep within the dark forest.

As he walked through the trees, he had already encountered several goblins. Their faces were twisted and grotesque, their bodies small and filthy. But their strength? Laughable. They were weak—so weak that Madara didn't even need to use his taijutsu or any real effort. With just a flick of his hand, he had already cut down a group of ten goblins, including one that was slightly larger and wielded a heavy weapon. It made no difference. To him, they were nothing more than insects throwing themselves into a raging fire. Even if hundreds of them came at him, the result would remain the same.

His focus wasn't on wiping them out—at least, not yet. He was here for information. But if killing them was necessary, then so be it. As he moved deeper into the forest, following the trail left by the goblins, he could sense their presence growing stronger.

"There must be at least a few hundred of them."

A small smirk formed on his lips. This forest, thick and secluded, could serve another purpose. If he cleared it out, it could become the perfect place for a hidden base, far from the eyes of humans and other races. A sanctuary for children or perhaps something even greater. Clearing the entire forest would take him no more than a day, especially with his wood clones. With his speed and power, there was nothing here that could stop him.

….

Outside the Goblin Cave

Perched high in a tree, Madara's sharp gaze locked onto the entrance of the goblins' hideout. A large cave, surrounded by crude torches, served as their dwelling. More than thirty goblins stood outside, acting as guards—or at least, pretending to be. They were laughing in their disgusting, high-pitched voices, scratching themselves without a care in the world. Their bodies were barely covered, wearing nothing but filthy, tattered cloths.

Madara didn't waste time. With a simple leap, he landed a few meters from the goblin guards. Before they could even react, the sound of metal slicing through flesh filled the air. In an instant, their heads were rolling on the ground, their bodies falling lifeless as dark blood pooled around them.

"Skrik! Skrak! Hrashnak!"

The remaining goblins shrieked in alarm. Their yellow eyes widened with fear before rage took over. More than thirty of them rushed toward Madara, their crude weapons raised high—rusted knives, chipped swords, and even wooden clubs. They charged at him with wild fury.

"Zratch! Zratch! Gnak-thar!"

Madara barely moved. As the goblins swung their weapons, he dodged effortlessly, weaving through their attacks as if they were standing still. The moment they realized they had missed, their heads were already flying from their shoulders, their bodies collapsing one by one.

From a distance, goblin archers screeched as they pulled back their bows, launching arrows at him. But Madara simply caught them midair, his fingers tightening around the flimsy wooden shafts. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the arrows flying back—only now, they moved at a speed too fast for the goblins to react. One by one, the archers fell, their own arrows piercing through their skulls.

….

Inside the Goblin Cave

"Breegh! Drak-nik! Snargh!"

Madara stepped over the lifeless bodies of the goblins he had just cut down, their filthy blood staining the rocky ground. His Sharingan gleamed in the dim light of the cave as he moved deeper inside.

"They are disgusting creatures… and surprisingly weak," he murmured to himself. "Even a genin could wipe them out. Their only advantage is their numbers."

The deeper he went, the stronger the foul stench became—a mix of rot, filth, and something far worse. Though the cave was dark, faint candlelight flickered along its walls, casting eerie shadows across the damp stone. And then he heard it.

Laughter. High-pitched and shrill, mixed with guttural grunts and growls. But there was something else beneath it—soft, broken cries, the trembling voices of those who had lost all hope.

"Breegh! Drak-nik! Snargh!"

"Skree! Gnak! Retch-retch!"

The goblins shrieked and howled in twisted amusement. But cutting through their vile celebration was a sound that made Madara's gaze darken—muffled sobs, pleas for mercy, and weak voices whispering for death to take them instead.

"Ahhh… ahhh… please… stop… please stop… someone… please… just kill me…"

Madara's eyes goes towards the source of sound. As he stepped into the main cavern, his eyes took in the sight before him. The goblins had gathered around their captives, their grinning faces filled with cruelty. The women—stripped of all clothes, barely covered in tattered rags—were trapped in a nightmare where they were getting violated again and again by these filthy monsters. Their faces were streaked with tears, their bodies trembling.

But yo goblins their laugh were nothing but music to ears as their actions gets even more violent and laughing grows more on their faces as they showed their disgusting teeth.

The goblins were raping them as they laugh to their hearts content. Four to five goblins were raping a single woman while others were on other women.

Madara stood still for a moment, his expression unreadable. The goblins, too caught up in their depravity, hadn't even noticed him yet. His fingers curled into a fist.

"Filthy..."

In the next instant, the air shifted. A sudden pressure filled the cavern, heavy and suffocating. The flickering candlelight trembled as an overwhelming killing intent spread through the room.

The goblins paused. Some turned their heads, their grins faltering. And then—

The slaughter began.

The cave fell into a heavy silence as Madara took a single step forward. The air itself seemed to tremble under the weight of his presence. His crimson eyes, cold and piercing, glowed in the dim candlelight. The goblins, caught in their depravity, turned their ugly, misshapen heads toward him.

For a split second, confusion flickered in their yellow, beady eyes. Then, fear.

"Skree! Gnak! Retch-retch!"

One of the goblins screeched in alarm, scrambling for a rusted dagger. Another, larger than the rest, barked orders in its guttural tongue. The others took a moment longer to register what was happening, their primitive minds struggling to comprehend the threat before them.

Madara didn't give them the chance.

In an instant, he vanished. A gust of wind followed where he once stood. Then—

Slash.

A goblin's head flew into the air, its body still standing for a brief moment before collapsing in a heap.

Before the others could react, another fell. Then another. And another.

Madara moved like a phantom, weaving through the mass of goblins with effortless precision. Each movement was smooth, calculated. The creatures barely had time to scream before their lives were snuffed out in an instant.

One goblin, clutching a crude wooden club, swung at him in desperation. Madara tilted his head slightly, avoiding the attack with ease. His arm flicked forward—his hand slicing through the goblin's throat with nothing but sheer speed. Blood sprayed against the cave walls as the creature gurgled and collapsed.

"Breegh! Drak-nik! Snargh!"

The remaining goblins shrieked in panic. Some tried to fight, lunging at him with rusted blades. Others turned and ran, scrambling toward the deeper parts of the cave, hoping to escape.

Foolish.

Madara raised his hand.

"Wood Style!"

The ground beneath them trembled. Thick roots burst forth from the rocky floor, twisting like living serpents. The goblins barely had time to react before the wooden tendrils wrapped around their limbs, coiling tighter and tighter—crack! Bones snapped. The creatures thrashed, clawing at the restraints, but it was useless.

With a mere flick of his wrist, the roots crushed them. Limbs twisted unnaturally, bodies caved in. The sound of snapping bones and strangled cries filled the air before silence took over once more.

The few goblins that remained looked on in horror, their cowardly minds finally understanding that this was not a fight they could win.

"Skree! Skree! Gnak-thar!"

They turned to flee.

Madara exhaled.

A blur of motion—he reappeared in front of the fleeing goblins before they even took a step. Their eyes widened in terror as his cold gaze bore into them. Without a word, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

A powerful gust of wind exploded outward. The force alone ripped them apart.

Flesh and bone scattered across the cave. What remained of the goblins were nothing more than bloody chunks decorating the floor.

Madara lowered his hand.

It was over.

The once-noisy cave was now eerily silent, except for the flickering of the candles and the quiet sobs of the captives. The overwhelming stench of blood mixed with the already foul air, but Madara paid it no mind. His gaze shifted toward the women, huddled together in the corner, their bodies shaking. Some flinched at his movement, their eyes filled with lingering fear.

Madara went towards all the female captives as they were on the ground, their faces covered in tears and filthy solid.

"Do you all want to die?"

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