Madara The Messiah

by The Uchiha Wannabe

Madara's Plan for world peace has ended in failure, and just when he is about to enter the spiritual world to finally put his soul to rest, The Sage of the Six Paths Hagoromo Ostutsuki has a different Idea. Read as Madara travels to another world to become the sage of six paths and try to foster world peace, but this time he does it a different way

35. Chapter 31: Life After Ragnarok

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Speech: "Do not undermine the ability of the Uchiha."

Inner Thoughts: 'Is this what you meant Hashirama?'

Jutsu: "Fire Style: Fire Ball Jutsu!"

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*One Month Later*

*With the Akatsuki in the Kingdom of Heaven*

Our heroes have have resided in heaven for the past 30 days, they required much needed rest and recovery, and there are very few places that can offer the Tender, Love and Care that the home of Jesus Christ can offer, and truly some of them really did need it, because after what happened at Ragnarok, they needed some nurturing.

A heavy silence hung over the grand halls of Heaven, a silence more oppressive than any battlefield, as stated before a month had passed since Ragnarok, and though the war had ended, its consequences still lingered like an unshakable curse, a dark cloud hovering over everyone, the holy realm untouched by war for centuries, now needed to nurture the scars of its aftermath.

The Akatsuki had gathered in the great temple, a sanctuary of golden architecture, surrounded by divine light and endless white clouds, the war had cost them too much, the losses were still too raw, too painful. And worst of all…

Madara Uchiha and Jesus Christ were still missing.

For an entire month, there had been no sign of them, no body, no trace, nothing, the battlefield where they clashed against Ragna-Sin had been reduced to a rubble and decay, a realm consumed by the force of their final battle, the fact that neither of them had returned filled everyone with a great fear, had they perished?

Asuka sat near the temple's edge, her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms so hard they nearly bled, she had barely spoken since they returned to Heaven, barely eaten, barely slept.

Her mind was plagued with worry and anxiety.

Madara-sama was invincible, she believed that, She had always believed that. But now… now she didn't know what to believe any more, her lips trembled, her body shaking.

"Madara-sama… Where are you?...(Short Pause)...there is no ways you lost did you?" she whispered.

It was unbearable, the thought that the Ghost of the Uchiha, the man who has been slowly reshaping the very fate of the supernatural world, was gone, it shattered her.

A lone tear slipped down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away, The Uchiha wouldn't want to see her weak.

Athena stood against one of the temple's pillars, her once calm and composed demeanour replaced by exhaustion and sorrow, the war had been brutal, but she never imagined Madara and Jesus wouldn't return, and that her uncle the great Poseidon would perish by her other uncle's hand.

She had fought alongside Madara quite a number of times, witnessed his unshakable will, his unbreakable body, and yet…

She closed her eyes, her fingers curling into the fabric of her robes, the idea of a world without Madara Uchiha felt unreal.

Zeus was still reeling from the loss of Poseidon, but Athena found herself grieving Madara even more, Not because she didn't care for her uncle after all she has to now carry on living without her doting uncle, the goddess of war and wisdom, is truly going to miss the arguments and disagreements she had with Poseidon.

Things truly will never be the same for Athena.

However when it came to The Ghost of the Uchiha, Athena had come to see Madara as more than a mere warrior, he was a leader, a force, a presence that demanded respect.

Now, all that remained was an emptiness that couldn't be filled.

In a far corner of the temple, Tiamat paced back and forth, her draconic aura flickering violently, she was agitated, angry, but most of all she was afraid, she let out a low growl, her fists trembling.

"There's no way my chosen one is dead. No way in hell." Tiamat said to herself however reality was looking more grim.

It should be remembered that Tiamat's soul is bound to Madara, due to them performing the dragon ritual, therefore, Tiamat can sense if Madara is alive or not.

Before Ragnarok, when Madara disappeared, Tiamat was upset, but at least she could sense that Madara was still alive and well, in that situation for Tiamat, her chosen one was away not gone, but this time...

Tiamat would try use the bond they share to sense for Madara, and every single time she tried, she could not sense any thing back, this would usually mean that the one that is connected to the dragon is dead, however Tiamat refused to believe that, she can't, without Madara, how is she supposed to carry on living, the Uchiha was everything to her.

Her treasured one, the only human she had ever acknowledged as superior he was gone, and the ache in her chest was unbearable.

Her sharp nails dug into her arms. If Madara truly was dead, then the one who killed him would pay in blood.

Michael, the leader of Heaven's forces, stood among the remaining Seraphs, his golden wings, which once shined with divine radiance, looked dimmer than usual.

"This war…(Short Pause)... has left us with wounds that may never heal but the worst of them…(Short Pause)...is losing Madara and Jesus." he admitted solemnly.

The angels, the very fabric of Heaven, were panicking, without Jesus, who would lead them? who would guide them?

And Madara…

Madara had become more than just a warrior to Heaven, he was a symbol, for the young generation of angels that are aspiring to be warriors, he was a power house of the Akatsuki, a force that even the most fearsome of deities respected.

If even he could fall… then what did that mean for the rest of them?

Raynare had changed, the once arrogant, proud fallen angel had lost her fire, she sat against the wall, her wings limp, her gaze empty.

The battlefield replayed in her mind the moment Ragna-Sin was born ready to unleash its world ending power, the moment where she saw Madara and Jesus be the last stand for the Akatsuki, as the rest of them escaped to safety.

The previous situation was that Raynare lost faith, and began bad mouthing Madara, because she believed the Ghost of the Uchiha, ran away from the responsibility of fighting at Ragnarok, she thought that Madara was a coward.

A selfish coward that ran away, when things got difficult, and leaving the hard job to his followers to deal with, and of course the fallen angel can see she was wrong, she was very much wrong, in fact even she can admit that Madara did more at Ragnarok then she ever could.

She was always intending to apologies to the Ghost of the Uchiha, and beg for forgiveness, just like Yasaka, Raynare began to realize how important Madara was in her life, he was not only a leader to the fallen angel, but also a teacher and mentor, someone who guides her, a very father figurely role in her life and now...

Madara was gone.

Of course deep down Raynare had grown to respect him, Madara Uchiha was the first man to show her true power, to push her beyond her limits, but now she also is beginning to realize that she has grown to love him as her mentor and teacher.

And now, he was just… gone.

Her fingers curled against the marble floor, if Madara and Jesus was dead, then who the hell was left that could even compare?

The Einherjar, the Dark Elves, the Light Elves, and the Dwarves who had followed Madara, Jesus and the Akatsuki into battle they, too, were reeling from the loss.

They whispered among themselves, some refusing to believe their leaders had fallen, others already mourning them as if they were truly gone.

They had followed him into war, into hell, into the end of the world itself.

And now, they were leaderless.

Amaterasu sat with her arms crossed, her golden eyes locked onto the temple doors, she had expected Madara to return at any moment, bursting through those doors like he always did.

But a month had passed.

And nothing.

(Scoffs) "Damn you, Uchiha. You just love making people suffer, don't you?"

Her words were filled with bitterness, but also… surprisingly a sense of worry.

She wouldn't admit it, but after seeing all that he was doing at Ragnarok, and the fact that he was brave enough to make a final stand, that looks like it potentially took his life, Madara wasslowly earning her respect, and him not making it back was a reality she hadn't prepared for.

From above, Gabriel the heavenly angel watched in silence, she did not cry, nor did she lash out.

But deep within her divine heart, she mourned.

Madara Uchiha and Jesus Christ

The Ghost of the Uchiha and the son of the Holy one

The Man Who Challenged gods, and the man the gods respected

The two Men she viewed as Equal to one another.

They were was gone.

And the world would never be the same.

Yasaka stood at the edge of a grand balcony, her golden eyes empty, staring at the clouds that stretched endlessly before her, her once radiant nine tails drooped behind her, lifeless, motionless.

She was a shell of theKitsune she once was.

Her body still carried the scent of his presence, but no matter how deeply she inhaled, it was fading, Madara was gone

The man she had given herself to, the man she had trusted with her body, her heart, her soul, and her very own daughterhe had disappeared without a trace.

She bit her lower lip, her hands trembling as they gripped the railing.

(Eyes Watering): "Madara..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

But where was he now?

Yasaka's vision blurred, her breath coming out shaky.

She couldn't cry, no, she had cried enough, crying wouldn't bring him back.

But by the all that is good and mighty she really did want to.

She wanted to collapse, she wanted to scream, she wanted to curse fate for taking him away.

But she didn't.

Instead, she did what Madara would have done.

She clenched her fists, she buried the pain deep within her chest, she straightened her posture, even as her heart shattered into a million pieces.

Because that's what Madara would have wanted.

But even still...

The ache in her soul never faded.

Aphrodite sat within her chambers, surrounded by beauty but nothing was beautiful any more.

The goddess who had once basked in luxury, who had once thrived on dreaming and observing love and passion, now sat on the floor like a broken doll.

Her pink hair, once radiant like the cherry blossoms, hung messily over her shoulders, her lips, once always curled into a teasing smirk, were now chapped and pale.

She clutched a single red rose in her hands a rose that was produced when Madara used the Jutsu Deep Forest Bloom, one time when Madara used the Jutsu, a beautiful red rose sprung from the Jutsu and Aphrodite grabbed it as means to keep Madara close.

She had kept it. She had treasured it, and now? Now, it felt like the last remnant of him.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips.

(Chuckle): "Madara... my darling." she whispered, her voice filled with heartbreak.

He had no right to leave her like this, he had no right to make her feel this way.

She was the goddess of love, she always believed her heart would yearn for a god, or some divine being she wasn't supposed to fall for a mortal even if he was no ordinary man and yet she had.

She had fallen for him in the worst way possible, and now? She had lost him in the worst way possible.

A tear slipped down her cheek, landing on the rose's petals.

It was the first time in centuries that Aphrodite the woman worshipped as a symbol of beauty, love, and passion felt truly, utterly unloved, because the one man she had come to cherish...was never coming back.

Issei, the Red Dragon Emperor had suffered loss before, losing his grand father was a dark day for Madara's student, losing Hercules heart breaking, but this?

This was something else.

He sat alone in one of Heaven's gardens, his elbows resting on his knees, his head buried in his hands.

Madara was gone, and Thor was gone too.

One man had shaped him, made him stronger, who had pushed him beyond his limits and Issei turned his back on him, how the Red Dragon Emperor wishes that he could turn back the clock and reverse the actions he has done

As for the Norse god of thunder, the previous few months he had become more than just an ally to him, he had become a mentor, a friend, maybe even a brother, just like Hercules

Thor had believed in him, shared a drink of mead with him, trained him, fought beside him, the man who laughed in the face of death, who always stood tall, no matter what.

And now? Now he was just another corpse on the battlefield.

Issei clenched his jaw, his hands tightening into fists, he wanted to scream, to rage, to break something.

But all he could do was sit there empty, because even worse than Thor's death...was the loss of Madara.

The man he wanted to to be like, and now he was gone too.

Two legends. Two gods in their own right, and Issei? He was still here, it wasn't fair he wanted to trade places with them, he wanted them to be here instead of him, because if even men like Madara and Thor could fall…

Then what the hell chance did he have?

Kalawarner had always been one of Madara's earliest subordinates, and now? Now, she felt like a ghost.

She sat at the farthest edge of the temple, her back against the cold marble wall, her wings curled around herself like a shield.

She hadn't spoken to anyone in days, she hadn't eaten, she hadn't slept, because what was the point?

Madara had saved her from Kokabiel

He had given her a new purpose, had given her strength, had given her something to fight for and something die for.

Her lips quivered as she pressed a hand to her chest, wishing, desperate, to feel his presence again the presence of the man that has taken her, Raynare and Mittelt under his wing.

But there was nothing, just an endless void, and it was swallowing her whole.

The weight of loss was unbearable, everywhere, there was grief, anger, and fear, the members of the Akatsuki had fought wars, had endured loss before but this?

This was something different.

Madara and Jesus was supposed to be untouchable, unkillable, two forces beyond mortality, and yet…

They had disappeared into oblivion, would they ever return? Or was the era of the Uchiha and Christ truly over?

The silence stretched on, and the only answer was the hollow echo of their grief.

*With the Old Satan Faction Secret Headquarters Somewhere on Earth*

Deep beneath the earth, hidden from the eyes of gods, angels, and men, stood one of the many secret strongholds of the Old Satan Faction, a massive underground fortress, forged from obsidian and brimstone, its blackened walls pulsated with hell-fire runes and forbidden magic, sealing its presence from the rest of the world.

Though they had escaped Ragnarok, their wounds were still fresh, their pride bruised but somewhat intact, Their ranks had been thinned a bit.

But despite their loses, there was one undeniable truth they had survived, and with survival comes opportunity.

*Within the Old Satan Faction's Secret Headquarters*

A long, dimly lit table stretched across the war chamber, occupied by the remaining high-ranking members of the Old Satan Faction.

The mood was calm, but determined, the losses had been heavy.

They lost quite a number of dragons, an insane amount of Hel-walkers, Fire Giants, Jotunheim Giants, Titans, Mist-warriors and of course demons.

Hermes was executed.

Loki was slain.

Sekhmet has betrayed them and joined the other side.

Kokabiel had fallen.

Rizevim was recovering.

And yet, the fires of ambition still burned.

Seated at the head of the table was Hades, his dark armour slightly cracked from battle, but his expression unfazed, his piercing red eyes scanned the room, gauging the tension among the members of the Old Satan Faction.

To his right, Thrum, the King of Jotunheim, sat in silence, his massive frame barely fitting into his chair. Though the giants had lost their realm, they had now pledged themselves to the Old Satan Faction.

To Hades' left, Nyx, the Primordial Goddess of the Night, sat with her fingers elegantly intertwined. She was calm, calculating, but her gaze was ice-cold with frustration.

Beside her, Pandora, still visibly shaken from Madara's Tsukuyomi-induced torment, sat with her head lowered, though she had been freed from the Gen-Jutsu, the scars remained, both mentally and physically.

Erebus, the Embodiment of Darkness, leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his obsidian armor barely reflecting the dim candlelight. He had a faint smirk on his face, though his aura reeked of displeasure.

And finally, sitting farthest from the head of the table, was Victoria, the former Queen of England, her flaming sword Infernael had been taken from her by Sekhmet, and the betrayal still burned within her.

The chamber was eerily silent, each member reflecting on their losses and their gains, it was Hades who broke the silence first.

"I'm assuming we all know that this was a possible outcome for us, war has no favourites after all." his voice was cold, devoid of emotion.

No one responded. They didn't need to. The truth was evident.

Hades let his fingers tap against the table slowly.

"We lost valuable assets, but…(Short Pause)...we have gained far more than we lost." His lips curled slightly,

Pandora's gaze flickered with curiosity.

"Explain."

Hades leaned forward slightly.

"The Hel-Walkers, the Fire of Muspelheim, the Mist Warriors, they are leaderless… and desperate."

A cruel smirk formed on Erebus' lips.

"Hmph...and so they have come crawling to us for guidance?"

Hades nodded.

"Indeed, we have absorbed their ranks into our own, what was once a fractured army is now an even greater force, though the Norse realms have been reduced to ruin, the warriors that once served them are now ours." Hades said with his red eyes glowing menacingly

Thrum grunted, his deep voice rumbling through the chamber.

"My kin no longer have a home, we understood the consequences of joining the Old Satan Faction,we have no choice, we will partner with the Old Satan Faction, we giants still owe the father of Rizevim our lives for saving us, from Odin."

"Good." Hades replied without hesitation.

Nyx's fingers drummed against the table.

"Even with these new forces, we still face one glaring issue...(Short Pause)...we failed to destroy the Akatsuki, and more importantly Madara Uchiha and Jesus Christ remain unaccounted for." she narrowed her eyes.

Nyx spoke the truth, a few of the Old Satan Faction's troops returned to the Norse Mythology to investigate, and they could not see or sense any sign or traces of Jesus and Madara, not even lingerings of teleportation magic from Jesus, nothing, all they encountered was a destroyed battlefield.

Some demons were able to use there magic to play back what happened, and the rest of the Old Satan Faction were able to observe the final clash of the Ultimate Susanoo and Ragna-Sin, with Surtr being the only one standing.

The mention of Madara's and Jesus' names sent a ripple of unease through the chamber.

Erebus scoffed.

"They're dead, they have to be, we all saw that Surtr was the only one that survived the final clash."

Nyx and many other members of the Old Satan Faction remained unconvinced, or more so, it just seemed like they didn't want to believe it, could it be that Madara and Jesus were able to die that easily?

"We cannot assume such things when it come to those two, and besides...(Eyes Glowing)...I still want my round two against Madara, so until we confirm their death, we must prepare for the possibility of their return." Nyx said giving Erebus a no nonsense expression.

Victoria, who had remained silent until now, sneered.

"I would rather deal with ten armies than another round against that damn duo of Jesus and Madara Uchiha."

Pandora, who had been staring blankly at the table, suddenly shivered.

"I can still see his eyes…" Her voice was barely a whisper.

She clutched her arms, her body trembling slightly, the trauma of Madara's Tsukuyomi had broken something inside her.

Hades' gaze lingered on her for a moment before he spoke.

"Regardless, we move forward. Akatsuki or not, we now hold the largest army in the world, the Old Satan Faction is far from broken, we shall regroup,we shall rise again."

His red eyes burned with ruthless determination.

"Ragnarok was merely the beginning."

With the Hel-Walkers, Mist Warriors, and the Giants of Jotunheim under their control, the Old Satan Faction had gained an army stronger than ever before.

*Within the Old Satan Faction's Secret Headquarters*

*Rizevim's Recovery Chamber*

The dim, sterile glow of enchanted demonic magic pulsed, bathing the room in an eerie red hue, The air was thick with Stray Devil energy.

In the centre of the room, Rizevim Livan Lucifer, the leader of the Old Satan Faction, laid on an elevated medical bed, his usually smug expression replaced with unconscious stillness.

Multiple, upon multiple tubes extended from his body, each pulsing with dark energy, injecting his system with Stray Devil energy at a controlled pace, the tubes twisted around his arms, chest, and legs like metallic snake, feeding him constant streams of demonic power to rebuild what had been lost in Ragnarok.

Though his body had been on the verge of collapse, the advanced Stray-devil healing techniques of the Old Satan Faction had worked, his condition was now stable.

The gaping wound inflicted by Infernael had sealed, leaving behind only a faint scar, a cruel reminder of Madara Uchiha's strategic use of Gen-Jutsu

Despite his miraculous recovery, he remained unconscious, his body still needing a bit more time for it to be firing on all cylinders, after all Infernael did burn some of his internal organs.

But he was never alone sitting in the chair adjacent to his bed, was none other than Brynhildr.

The once-proud Shield-Maiden of Asgard now sat hunched over, her brunette hair unkempt, her silver armour removed long ago, leaving her in a simple, dark tunic that clung to her battle-worn body.

Her hands, calloused from war, bloodied from battle, were now gentle, resting lightly on the edge of Rizevim's bed, her fingers occasionally brushing against his.

She had never left his side.

From the moment they had escaped Ragnarok, she had remained by him, watching, waiting, tending to his wounds like a devoted servant, never once considering her own needs.

She barely ate.

She barely spoke.

She barely even slept.

And when exhaustion finally won, she would only allow herself to rest in the chair beside him never in a bed, never in another room.

Because to leave his side, even for a moment, was unthinkable.

Her icy-blue eyes, usually filled with pride and strength, now held a different emotion something deeper, something far more dangerous.

Obsession.

"My lord..." she whispered softly, brushing a stray strand of silver hair from his forehead.

There was no response. there never was, but still, she remained.

She had never once questioned her place in this world, for centuries, she had served Asgard as Freya's right hand woman, she had followed the path of honour and duty, but Freya had failed her.

Only Rizevim had offered her a new purpose, only Rizevim had given her a reason to exist, only Rizevim had understood her true worth.

And now, here he lay, unmoving, silent and vulnerable.

It filled her with a cold rage, a sorrow that burned as fiercely as battle itself, she would make Madara and Sekhmet pay for what they have done to her beloved Rizevim.

She leaned in, her face mere inches from his, her fingers grazed his cheek just to feel him, to remind herself that he was still here.

"You must awaken, my lord, The Old Satan Faction still needs you, I...(Short Pause)...I still need you." she murmured, her voice soft but firm

Her fingers tightened slightly against his skin.

Her lips parted as she spoke words she would never dare say aloud to anyone else.

"You are everything."

Her breath hitched, her heartbeat quickened, but still, she did not move.

"I will wait... for as long as it takes."

And she meant it, even if it took years for him to awaken, even if it took an eternity, she would never leave him.

The room remained still, the soft hum of Stray Devil energy filling the silence.

Rizevim's body absorbed the Stray Devil Energy, feeding off its dark essence, rebuilding his strength piece by piece.

He was alive, he was healing, he would return, and when he did…the supernatural world would tremble once more.

Because once he awakens it is time to initiate phase 5 of the Old Satan Faction's plans

Brynhildr tightened her grip on his hand, her steely resolve unshaken, for as long as he remained here, in this room, in this fragile state, she would be his sword, she would be his shield she would be his shadow.

And until the day his eyes opened once more…She would not leave his side.

*Later that day in the Kingdom of Heaven*

The sun hung low in the golden skies of Heaven, casting a warm radiance over the vast white marble courtyard where the Akatsuki had gathered.

For weeks, this place had been a tomb of sorrow and depression, filled only with mourning and despair, but today… Something had changed.

*Portal Opening*

A portal had appeared, not just any portal it was a portal filled with Holy energy, and that could only mean one thing.

The air crackled with anticipation, for the first time in a month, there was a sense of hope.

Because maybe...just maybe...

Madara Uchiha and Jesus Christ had finally returned.

All the members of the Akatsuki and the residents of Heaven gathered round, waiting in anticipation as to who was going to walk out of the portal.

Asuka stood near the front of the crowd, her eyes wide with hope, her heart pounding violently in her chest, she didn't even realize she was clutching her Holy Sword tightly until her fingers started to ache.

'Madara-sama… he was coming back.' Asuka thought to herself as she was going to immediately force him into a training session as punishment for making her worry so much

Beside her, Yasaka's tails flickered, danced and wagged with barely contained excitement, the Nine-Tails had waited, suffered, and endured the pain of his absence, but now…he was finally returning to her.

Tiamat, usually composed and dignified, let out a sharp breath, her dragon's instincts roaring inside of her, Madara… her chosen one, he was coming back.

Issei clenched his fists, a wide grin spreading across his face.

"I knew it! There's no way Sensei and Jesus would die that easily!"

Raynare, who had been drowning in grief, felt her wings twitch with excitement. She didn't care if she had mocked him in the past, she just wanted to see him again.

Kalawarner bit her lip, her breath shaky, her usually calm and composed exterior crumbling under the weight of her emotions.

Athena and Aphrodite, two goddesses who had felt emptiness since his absence, shared a glance.

If Madara was truly back...Then the world would feel right again.

*The Portal Opens*

The radiance intensified, the swirling mass of light and energy expanding, revealing a couple of silhouette stepping through the rift.

The anticipation reached its peak, until the figures were fully revealed, because the majority of cheering stopped, the majority of smiles vanished, The majority of hope in their eyes dimmed.

Because the ones who had returned…Were not Madara and Jesus.

Instead, stepping out of the portal were:

Kunou, the young fox princess, her golden eyes filled with nervous energy, Mittelt, her hands gripping her skirt as if trying to brace herself, Kuroka, the black-haired Nekomata, her playful smirk absent, replaced with an uncertain expression, Akeno Himejima, her usual seductive confidence replaced with solemn determination, Lazarus, the ancient vampire servant, standing silent and watchful,and a few angels who had escorted them here.

The crowd fell deathly silent, the excitement in the air vanished in an instant, replaced by confusion.

Asuka's smile faltered.

Yasaka was indeed happy, because her daughter has returned to her safe and sound, though the Nine-Tails never doubted that Kunou was safe, it was still good to her baby girl, though her heart still yearned for the love of her life.

Tiamat's eyes narrowed, her pupils dilating slightly.

Issei blinked in disbelief.

"Wait… what?"

Raynare and Kalawarner had mixed emotions, they were filled with frustration and happiness, they were happy because they could see that Mittelt was alive and well, however they were frustrated because they were hoping to see the Ghost of the Uchiha.

Athena and Aphrodite exchanged confused glances, their hearts sinking, they had expected Madara, they had prepared themselves to finally see him again, to throw themselves at him, to welcome him home.

But instead…They got this.

"Mama!" Kunou shouted out, her voice filled with joy and relief, the young Nine-Tails ran towards her mother ready to squeeze the life out of the older Nine-Tails.

Yasaka responded in the same fashion running towards her daughter, and once they were in touching distance, Yasaka grabbed Kunou and embraced her daughter in a loving and affectionate hug.

Tears were shed as it was evident to everyone that mother and daughter have missed each other so much.

The majority of the Akatsuki disbanded, leaving only a few individuals remaining to welcome and offer hospitality to the new-comers.

"We're you guys expecting someone else?" Mittelt questioned as she noticed the disappointed looks from the overwhelming majority of the crowd.

(Exhausted Sigh): "Yeah...although it is good to see you guys." Azazel said giving the new-comers a polite smile, in order that they do not feel left out or unwanted.

(Clears Throat): "If we I may ask, who exactly were you expecting?" Lazarus questioned wanting to clear up the confusion.

"Madara-sama and Jesus-sama" Asuka said putting Excalibur away.

The new-comers ears twitched when they heard the name Madara, they believed that the Ghost of the Uchiha was already here in heaven, seems like that was not the case.

Kunou looked up to her mother as she was about to ask the question that everyone wants the answer to.

"Mama...where is Papa and uncle Jesus?"

Yasaka, gave her daughter a smile filled with pain and sadness.

"We don't know my baby, they have not returned since we ended Ragnarok about a month ago." Yasaka said doing her level best to fight back the tears.

No one spoke, no one moved, the new-comers were having a hard time processing Yasaka's words

It was Akeno who finally stepped forward, her deep violet eyes filled with confusion and worry.

"Could you please be so kind to explain what happened."

"Of course...but first, please let us step inside, I'm sure you are all hungry and tired from your travels, please make yourselves at home." Michael said.

Everyone decided to listen to the Arch angels advice, it was better than just standing there, therefore they made their way in got settled and once they were comfortable, the discussions began.

Those who were at Ragnarok began sharing all the details that happened at the Great war, and that Jesus and Madara, performed a last stand against Ragna-Sin and that it has been a month since then, filling the new-comers with worry and anxiety.

Lazarus took it upon himself to explain, their route to heaven, he explained that the Madara wood-clone did a last stand against Ophis protecting them the best they could, but failed in protecting Asia Uchiha.

Those that were at Ragnarok, began speculating that, perhaps was the reason as for Madara being so upset at Ragnarok, it definitely makes sense.

Lazarus explained that Madara always created a contingency plan, that if ever the underworld territory was compromised, there would be a route to reach heaven, the place Madara believes is the safest in all of the supernatural world, and so those who escaped used that plan and here they are.

However, the burning question lingered once more, Where was he? Where was Madara Uchiha?And why…Had he not returned?

*Another Space in Reality*

*The sound of Children laughing and playing in the distance*

The faint glow of early morning light filtered through the window, casting soft shadows across the room.

Our protagonist Madara Uchiha's eyes fluttered open, only to be greeted by the dim, familiar ceiling of a room he hadn't seen in almost a century.

He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs, the warmth of the blankets wrapped around him, the unmistakable scent of old wood and incense drifting through the air.

And then he noticed it, the room, this was his old room, that could only mean one thing, Madara was in his home his old home in the Hidden Leaf Village.

The Uchiha's thoughts swirled in confusion, the last thing he remembered was facing Ragna-Sin, in a final clash that was threatening to end the entire Norse mythology, but now here he was laying in this soft, comfortable bed, nothing made sense.

'Sage? Indra? Asura?' Madara called out for the occupants of his mind, and yet, he did not get a response, now this was really confusing him.

The room around him was surprisingly peaceful, with its simple wooden walls and elegantly decorated surfaces, but what stood out the most were the mementos of his past, on the nearby shelf were framed pictures, the most prominent one being a picture of him and his younger brother Izuna, taken when they were just children, they were both wearing wide, innocent smiles, their faces full of hope and joy.

On the other side of the room his armour, neatly placed on a stand in the corner, untouched by time.

A small, dust-covered scroll on the nearby shelf, filled with the strategies and war plans he once devised as the Uchiha clan leader.

The distinctive fan-shaped crest of the Uchiha clan, emblazoned on a tapestry above his dresser, hanging just as he remembered it.

But this didn't make sense, why was he here?

He had been far from Konoha, in a world that was crumbling around him, fighting forces far beyond anything his old world had ever known, how had he ended up in this bed, in this house, in the village he and his best friend created so many years ago?

'There is no mistaking it, this is my home in Konoha...but how can this be?'

*Meat Sizzling on the Pan*

Madara was immediately brought out of his thoughts as he could hear and smell food coming from the kitchen area, it made his stomach growl involuntarily, even though he could still barely move. He wanted to sit up, to investigate this strange situation, but as he attempted to shift his body, a wave of pain shot through him, his muscles protesting violently.

His head got delirious for a moment and his vision blurred for a moment, but he fought it down, pushing the dizziness away as he clenched his fists and tried to move, the pain was unbearable, but he forced himself to sit up, gritting his teeth, his body trembling as he fought through the muscle fatigue.

However it was very much evident that he was weak, his final battle with Ragna-Sin had taken its toll, even attempting to sit up felt like lifting an entire mountain.

And then he heard it.

*Soft Humming in the Background*

There was a soft, melodic sound of a humming that echoed throughout the entire house, it was faint, but unmistakable, A woman's voice, soft and soothing, with a tone that seemed both familiar and out of place.

The Uchiha froze, raising his guard there was someone else in the house, in his house of all places, our protagonist knows for a fact that during his time here at Konoha he always lived by himself, so this was very unsettling to the Ghost of the Uchiha.

Someone cooking.

Madara could hear the faint clink of kitchen utensils, the sizzle of something frying, and the soft rustling of cloth as the presence moved about in the kitchen, a wave of confusion hit him again.

Was he dreaming? Was this another Gen-Jutsu? There was no way he could be here, there is no way this could be happening, this wasn't possible.

His Sharingan activated almost on reflex, his gaze narrowing as he focused his vision and surveyed the room.

No illusion, no Gen-Jutsu, he could feel the realness of the space, the solid weight of the bed beneath him, the authentic smell of food cooking, and the soft warmth of the sunlight pouring through the window, this was no dream.

And that left him with one burning question: What was going on?

*Children's Laughter*

The Uchiha split the curtains in order to see out his window, and he could see children running around, playing and pretending to be Shinobi on a mission.

He analysed them with the Sharingan and he could see that they were indeed real, he could even see there chakra network, no matter how much he looked at it, this indeed was real, there was nothing fake about it.

*Humming Voice*

The voice, the humming, was getting closer.

Madara instantly shifted his attention to the door as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching his room.

He instinctively reached for the edge of the bed, his body still resisting the intense pain, and struggled to push himself upright, he needed to know who was here, he needed to understand what had happened, how he had ended up in this impossible situation.

Just as he managed to push himself up, a soft knock echoed from the doorway.

Before he could say anything, the door opened, and a figure stepped inside.

The woman who entered was none other than the queen of vampires herself, Diana Dracula.

"Ah, you're awake!" she said cheerfully, her voice bringing a sense of unbelievable calm.

For a moment, Madara was completely dumbfounded, but then soon after his brows furrowed he finally understood what was happening

Diana set the tray down on the bedside table, carefully placing it in front of him.

"Here you go," she said gently, her eyes sparkling with a sense of relief.

"You must be starving."

The aroma of freshly cooked rice, miso soup, and roasted fish drifted through the air, filling his senses, the food smelling so comforting that Madara's stomach growled again in protest.

"So it's you." Madara said shifting his attention back to the window, seeing the kids playing outside.

"You really should eat my dear Madara." Diana said breaking the chopsticks for the Ghost of the Uchiha.

Our protagonist's stomach growled once again, whether he like it or not, he was starving and really needed to eat something, the Uchiha took a deep breath, slowed his pride and tried to grab the chopsticks but once again a pulse of unimaginable pain, echoed throughout his muscles.

"Oh you are still in pain...I am so sorry my dear Madara, please allow me to feed you." Diana requested picking up a piece of fish ready to deliver it to Madara's mouth.

Madara just gave her his classic stoic expression, he was a warrior, a fighter, the man who challenges gods, not a baby that needs to be find.

"Come now say Ahhhhh..." Diana said teasing the Ghost of the Uchiha.

Once again Madara's stomach argued with him, demanding that he feeds his body, otherwise there is going to be some serious issues.

The Uchiha had to swallow his pride once again, in this situation, the Uchiha has no power to fight back, for once he had to submit control to another.

Our protagonist hated this so much, it made him feel like he was a little child, but he opened his mouth, and Diana deposited the fish into his mouth, and once it made contact with the Uchiha's taste buds, his hunger increased ten-fold.

The Uchiha absolutely devoured the fish, then shifted her attention back to Diana, wanting more.

"Oh? Someone likes my cooking huh...(Giggle)..." Diana said in a teasing tone.

Madara once again gave the vampire his classic stoic expression, emphasizing that he was not in the mood for games.

Diana couldn't help but indulge herself in this humours moment, it is not everyday, you can tease the Ghost of the Uchiha like this, but regardless she composed herself.

"Okay...(Giggle)...okay...I will stop the teasing." Diana said releasing a smirk and then continued to feed the Ghost of the Uchiha, which was quite short lived as Madara just devoured all the food.

Fortunately Diana made quite a serving of food, therefore she quickly hurried to the kitchen to get the Uchiha a second serving of her cooking, and just like before, the Uchiha devoured the food, it was clear that his body was starving.

Our protagonist went for one more round, having a third serving of Diana's cooking and that's when he reached a point where is stomach stopped fighting with him.

"Wow...you really were hungry huh? my dear Madara." Diana said returning back to teasing the Ghost of the Uchiha.

The food really was something else, and it really looked like the Uchiha needed it, as now he could feel some strength returning back to his body, he could feel his cells having the energy they need to speed up his recovery.

The Uchiha just took a deep breath and focused his attention to the ceiling, as it was time to get serious, and Diana could feel the change in atmosphere.

"So tell me Mother of All Creation...how long have I been out for?" Madara questioned keeping his eyes on the ceiling.

"It looked like the game was over, as much as she was enjoying posing as Diana, being a housewife to the Uchiha, it was clear that The Mother of All Creations fun has come to an end.

TMOAC released a sympathetic smile.

"Truth be told, only a month has passed since your final clash with Ragna-Sin at Ragnarok, but you in particular have been in a coma for one year." TMOAC said still keeping her sympathetic smile.

Madara's eyes went wide, and he immediately shifted his attention to TMOAC he must be hearing things, because he just heard that TMOAC said that he has in a coma for one year.

"What?!... explain!" Madara demanded as he required some answers.

"Your clash with Ragna-Sin was truly world ending, I had to pull you out of it at the last second, otherwise you would have died Madara." TMOAC said placing her hand on top of Madara's left hand.

The Uchiha froze, looking down to his blankets, could it be? Did he and Jesus miscalculate the collision with Ragna-Sin? Was the clash really that powerful that he actually could've died.

TMOAC could see that this was rather shocking news and squeezed on Madara's hand in order to offer him some means of comfort.

"So what do you mean that only one month has passed when I have been in a coma for one year?" Madara questioned as he still needed some answers.

(Deep exhale): "Okay pay attention my dear Madara, I was watching the whole war between your Akatsuki and the Old Satan Faction and particularly your battle with the Ragna-Sin." TMOAC said giving Madara a serious expression.

Madara: "Yes..."

"Your Susanoo and Ragna-Sin, the clash created a miniature black hole that was devouring everything in the immediate vicinity, it was literally tearing your Susanoo to shreds, I had to act quickly and grab you, transporting you to my realm, however the clash did quite some damage to your body and Chakra network, that you immediately fell into a coma." TMOAC explained.

Madara was trying to remember the events of the final clash, all he remembered was his Susanoo and Ragna-Sin colliding, then everything just went white, then soon after complete darkness.

"You see, time moves different in my plane, there is a time dilation, with my plane and the supernatural world, so yes indeed, you have been in a coma for one year, but in the supernatural world only a month has passed." TMOAC explained.

That was some sort of consolation for the Uchiha, because if he was actually out of action for entire year, who knows how much ground the Old Satan Faction would've gain, they probably would have completely defeated the Akatsuki, speaking of Akatsuki.

"Where is Christ?" Madara questioned shifting his attention to TMOAC.

"Relax Madara...he is also here with us in my plane." TMOAC said, then got up and opened a the closet on the wall, and Madara could see Jesus' soul resting peacefully, it seems like the son of the Holy one also needed time to recover.

Madara exhaled a sigh of relief, it looked like things were not extremely horrible, these circumstances did put his nerves at ease for a bit.

"So why the hidden leaf?" Madara questioned now shifting his attention to the window, observing the children enjoying themselves once again.

"I thought something familiar would be appealing to you." TMOAC said giving Madara a gentle smile.

"Hmph..." That was all Madara said still observing the children playing.

"Would you like to step out for some fresh air?" TMOAC questioned wanting to offer Madara more hospitality in her plane.

"I don't believe I can move, my muscles are still in pain, plus they haven't moved in a whole year." Madara said shifting his attention back to TMOAC.

(Chuckle): "Do not worry, I can sort that out." TMOAC said snapping her fingers and a high-end wheel chair appeared in beside Madara's bedside.

Madara: "Hmph...very well then."

TMOAC, went about helping Madara get on the Wheel Chair, and once our protagonist was securely placed on TMOAC creation, she pushed Madara out the house and into the Hidden leaf village to explore.

*The Hidden Leaf Village(Konoha)*

The warm breeze of the afternoon air brushed against Madara's face as he was gently rolled forward, the sounds of children's laughter and the rustling of trees filling the space around him.

It was unsettling, not because it was unfamiliar quite the opposite, it was too familiar.

The wooden houses, the bustling streets, the presence of shinobi moving with ease through the village all of it was exactly as he remembered, The village of his clan, of his battles, of his past victories and defeats.

And yet… he knew it wasn't real.

Madara's Sharingan flickered slightly as he observed everything around him, even though there was no illusion, no Gen-Jutsu at play, he was still certain that this was not the real Konoha.

The Mother of All Creation this divine woman who had nursed him back from the brink of death—had said it herself, this was her realm, world crafted by her will, her power, and now, he was within it.

"I know this is not the real hidden leaf village, but how come it seems so real?" Madara questioned, noticing there was absolutely no difference between TMOAC's Konoha and the actual Konoha.

(Giggle): My dear Madara, my title is The Mother of All Creation, anything I create is real, even if it is a replica, you must remember, I created the world, that you are trying to bring peace to." TMOAC said enjoying the gentle summer breeze.

The residents noticed both Madara and TMOAC and they gave a respectful bow to the Ghost of the Uchiha.

"And are they real too?" Madara questioned shifting his attention to the bowing residents of Konoha.

"Yes they are, and they have their own free-will and autonomy as well." TMOAC said waving at the young children.

"Then why do they bow to me?" Madara questioned as he knows he is the last person to receive praise in Konoha of all places.

"Because they respect you." TMOAC responded.

Madara: "Respect me?"

"Yes that's right, all of them watched your battle with Ragna-Sin and your brave final stand at Ragnarok." TMOAC said continuing to push Madara along.

"Hmph..."

*Residents of Konoha clapping and cheering*

Madara's eyes immediately widened, never in his wildest dreams did he believe the people of Konoha would clap for him, yes he knows it is TMOAC's Konoha, but she said it herself, she never programmed them to bow and respect him, they are doing it by their own free-will.

'So this is how Hashirama felt?' Madara thought to himself, while observing all thee various individuals cheer and sing his name, even the young children, who all gave Madara smiles of admiration and affection.

TMOAC smiled seeing Madara getting the love and praise the he never received in his own Konoha.

Madara: 'So is this what you meant Hashirama? When you suggested I make the village my family?'

TMOAC just waved back at the people and continued to push Madara along.

Even as he sat in the high-end wheelchair, his muscles screamed with every slight movement, he could feel the atrophy that had set into his body after a year of inactivity.

Madara was not used to this feeling.

For years, decade,s he had prided himself on absolute mastery over his body, his strength, his endurance, now? He could barely move.

It was infuriating.

TMOAC must have noticed his frustration because she chuckled lightly.

"You are not one for patience, are you, my dear Madara?" she mused as she gently pushed him forward, leading him down the familiar dirt roads.

Madara scoffed, his stoic face remaining unreadable.

"Say as you will."

TMOAC giggled softly, amused by his response.

"I will actually, Thank you very much."

Madara narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Hmph."

For an entire year, his body had remained dormant while only a month had passed in the real world, that meant while he slept, the Akatsuki and Old Satan Faction have been operating without him, he can only wonder what has been happening in the real world.

As they moved through the streets, Madara's focus drifted to the sounds of the children playing, they ran across the dirt paths, their sandals kicking up dust, their laughter echoing in the air, for a moment, he could see himself and his younger brothers in them.

Running, laughing, carefree, before the war, before the pain before the loss.

TMOAC noticed Madara staring, offering him a knowing smile.

"Does it remind you of something?"

Madara didn't answer right away.

Instead, he simply exhaled through his nose and looked away.

"… Just ghosts of the past."

TMOAC said nothing at first, then, after a moment, she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"You have carried the past with you for far too long, Madara, you are on a new path, with a new family"

The Uchiha stiffened slightly at her words the mention of word family brought something back to Madara's mind

She continued, her voice soft but piercing.

"You do not have to carry its weight alone."

Madara closed his eyes for a brief moment, gathering his thoughts before speaking.

"Tell me something Mother of All Creation."

TMOAC let out a slow breath before speaking.

"Yes Madara?"

"Is Asia still alive?" Madara questioned as the image of his younger sister laying in a pool of her own blood, began making the rounds again in his mind.

TMOAC remained silent, continuing to push Madara along the dirt road of Konoha.

The silence, provoked Madara, why is TMOAC keeping quiet? What is it, that she doesn't want to tell the Ghost of the Uchiha.

Our protagonist used what ever strength he had, and placed his hands on the wheels of the wheelchair, forcing it to a halt, which greatly surprised the TMOAC.

"Answer me! Is Asia alive or not?" Madara questioned, now looking at TMOAC over his shoulder.

"Madara..." TMOAC said, her voice filled with reluctance

"What is it, that you are not telling me?" Madara questioned with his Sharingan activating, indicating to TMOAC, that the Ghost of the Uchiha was not in the mood to play games.

The Mother of All Creation, took a deep breath, before answering Madara's question.

"Asia is alive, however she is as good as dead to you" TMOAC said her voice filled with sympathy.

Madara definitely did not like those words.

"What do you mean, she is as good as dead to me?" Madara questioned his Sharingan glowing from the build up of his emotions.

"Like I said, she is alive, however Ophis has merged her black mamba snake with Asia's soul, therefore, making your younger sister bound to Ophis for all eternity." TMOAC said, lowering her head as she knows this is really bad news for the Uchiha.

Madara froze once again, his eyes widening at TMOAC's words, there is no ways what she is saying is true, it's not possible, it cannot be possible, Madara simply cannot lose yet another sibling.

"Then I will remove that snake." Madara said, as there was no ways he was going to accept a reality where his darling little sister is taken from him.

"That would be unwise." TMOAC responded.

Madara: "How come?"

Once again, TMOAC took a breath, before answering the Ghost of the Uchiha.

"As I said, the snake is now merged with her soul, removing the snake is essentially removing her soul, if you do that it will kill her instantly, I'm sorry Madara, however the Asia you know is gone."

Madara's tightened his grip on the armrests of his wheelchair, slightly crushing them, has he failed once again? Has he failed in saving a member of his family? just like how it was during the Warring States Period.

Losing Izuna, crushed him, but now losing Asia, it felt like a piece of him has been forcibly separated from the Uchiha, he hated it.

"So you telling me there is no way to save my younger sister?" Madara questioned his voice calm filled with rage and fury.

(Short Pause): "Unfortunately no...Asia belongs to Ophis now, there is no saving her, it is impossible." TMOAC.

"Asia! Does not belong to that vermin!" Madara shouted, drawing the attention of the nearby people.

The Mother of All Creation just decided to push Madara along, as she wanted them two to get out of this embarrassing situation and have some privacy.

"Please Madara, calm down." TMOAC requested, and the Uchiha did not like those words again, and just like before he placed his hands on the wheels of the wheelchair causing it to come to a halt.

"Don't tell me to calm down." The Uchiha said with his Sharingan morphing into the Mangekyou.

TMOAC just stopped pushing, it was clear to her that Madara was not going to allow her to carry on, therefore she decided to ultimately yield to our protagonist.

"Where is Ophis?" Madara questioned knowing very well that TMOAC knows of everyone's location.

TMOAC: "Why?"

"You know why! So I call kill that cretin." The Uchiha said with his rage and hatred now starting to fuel his body with power.

TMOAC: "I will not tell you."

Something snapped when Madara heard those words, how dare she...how dare she not tell Madara his target's location, knowing full well that Ophis has just taken one of the things that is most precious to him in the DxD world.

"What was that?" Madara questioned his body now starting to produce the royal blue flames of the Susanoo.

The Mother of All Creation has had enough of Madara's tantrum, she snapped her fingers and Madara's power was completely suppressed, completely shutting down his Chakra which did greatly surprise our protagonist.

"I said...I will not tell you Madara Uchiha." TMOAC said as she changed positions and was now standing in front of our protagonist.

"Release me from this place now!" Madara demanded.

(Sigh): "Madara you are a genius and more than wise enough...so please do not be a fool." TMOAC said giving the Uchiha a disappointed look.

"I will not say it again!" Madara said with his Sharingan activating once again, which greatly shocked The Mother of All Creation.

'He is bypassing my power? Well this is a first...not bad Madara Uchiha, looks like I was right in choosing you.' TMOAC thought to herself, she once again snapped her fingers further suppressing the Uchiha's power.

Madara's Sharingan switched off, and this time he could feel it, he was completely powerless and at TMOAC's mercy.

"Have you forgotten Madara Uchiha?" TMOAC questioned our protagonist.

"Forgotten what?" Madara questioned narrowing his eyes at TMOAC

"Do you not remember what you said to Athena?" TMOAC's questioned then snapped her fingers giving Madara a flashback.

The flashback where Madara and Athena were at the mountain top of his underworld territory where Athena asked him, how would he feel if he were too lose his followers and the Uchiha answered so be it.

*Flash Back*

"A war looks to be coming." Athena said with her now choosing to change the topic, she decided to shift her attention from the back of Madara's head to the view in front of them and she too savoured the feeling of the wind gently brushing against her face and it playing with her hair.

"So it seems, it's only a matter of time before the supernatural world is drenched with the blood of the Old Satan Faction and the Akatsuki." Madara stated with him now slowly opening his eyes.

"What's your opinion on it?"

"War is hell, there is no such thing as a peaceful war, many will die in this feud, however, if war is the path to peace then so be it, I will kill every single one of the Old Satan Faction if I have to, nothing will stand in my way to achieve my goal, I welcome this war, it is but a means for me to get what I want."

Athena couldn't help but smile at his response, his answer just confirmed to her that indeed Madara is not an ordinary individual, and with her also being the Goddess of War she did find it rather attractive that Madara chooses not to run away from the possibility of a war, rather he welcomes it with open arms.

"You do realize, there is a possibility of your followers dying right? Anyone one of them could be a victim of this war, there is even a possibility that all of them could die from this war, what's your response to that?"

"Hmph, then so be it, they all knew what they were agreeing to when choosing to follow me if they can't come to terms that they might die well before their time, then they are free to leave, I do not have time for such weakness, to be even near it disgusts me, when you decided to follow Madara Uchiha, it is to the death, this is not a fairy tale, not everyone gets a happy ending, I myself am fully prepared to die for my dream, opposing the Old Satan Faction already makes me a target...(Chuckle)...I don't fear death, I've danced with it and won many times in my life." Madara said with him reflecting on all the close calls and intense moments he has had in the Shinobi world.

*Flash Back End*

"Weren't you the one who said, if you lose followers than so be it? Don't lose focus now Uchiha, you said it yourself your focus is your goal, the reality of bringing peace and if that means losing a few loved ones, that's the price you were willing to pay." TMOAC said, giving Madara a serious dose of reality.

The Uchiha froze, indeed those were his words, but he simply cannot lose Asia, the first of his followers, the first to form a bond with him, the first to shower him with love and affection, the blonde beauty has truly become like a little sister to our protagonist.

"Yes...(Short Pause)...but not her, not my younger sister, no matter what, I will kill Ophis for hurting her." Madara said with his eyes burning with determination.

The Mother of All Creation just looked into Madara's eyes and was taken aback by the determination he held, looks like no matter what, the Uchiha will be going after the infinite dragon god.

(Sigh): "Very well then, seems like I cannot stop you, Madara Uchiha." TMOAC said, but did find it rather charming that our protagonist was not going to give up on his younger sister.

"So what now?" he asked.

TMOAC's lips curled into a small smile.

"You need time."

Madara raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Time for what?"

"To heal, to understand, to plan for what's next, I understand your feelings of wanting to save your younger sister, however the reality of the matter is, you have been in a coma for one year, whether you like it or not, your body needs time to recover" TMOAC said returning to the back of the wheelchair and began pushing Madara once again.

Madara fell silent, TMOAC was right, he could feel it, that if he went after Ophis right now, he will be dead before laying a finger on her, he truly did need time to rest and come back stronger, for the time being he would remain in TMOAC's plane in order to be back at a 100 percent.

The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows over the village, the world within TMOAC's realm was peaceful, so peaceful, this is always what the Uchiha envision for his dream of peace.

A village where children can run around freely, without having to know the accursed hell that is war.

"We should return home, you have a long way to go, if you wish to return to full strength." TMOAC suggested then turned the wheelchair around, guiding the Uchiha back to his home.

"I am going to be here for quite some time, aren't I?" Madara questioned, knowing full well he would need some physiotherapy to get back to his fight.

TMOAC remained silent for a bit, she knows that Madara is a warrior, therefore he would be annoyed with what comes next.

"You will need another year in my realm, to be back to full fitness." TMOAC said.

"So be it!" Madara said his eyes filled with determination to get back in action and kill the infinite dragon god.

*Month 1: Learning to Stand Again*

The first few weeks were hell.

Madara, the Ghost of the Uchiha, a man who had once commanded the battlefield, was now struggling to do something as simple as standing.

His muscles were weak, his body fragile, and every attempt to push himself up was met with burning agony throughout his limbs.

TMOAC was always there, watching patiently, helping when necessary, but never interfering too much.

"Slow down, my dear Madara. Strength does not return in a single day."

Madara grit his teeth, his pride wounded more than his body.

"The Uchiha don't have the luxury of time."

She chuckled, her blood red eyes filled with warmth.

"And yet, time is exactly what you need."

The first week was the worst.

Madara could barely move his legs without pain ripping through him, each day was a battle, but one he refused to lose.

By the second week, he was able to sit up on his own.

By the third week, he could shift his legs over the edge of the bed.

By the fourth week, TMOAC stood beside him as he gripped the bed-frame, his fingers white-knuckled, his legs trembling violently.

He had spent an entire year in a coma, his muscles had withered.

"Come now, one foot at a time." TMOAC encouraged gently. "One foot at a time."

Madara exhaled sharply, focusing all his willpower into his right leg.

He pressed down.

His muscles screamed.

The veins in his forehead bulged...and then, at long last, He stood.

His entire body shook, the strain unbearable, sweat dripping down his brow, but he stood.

TMOAC smiled softly.

"There you go, my dear Madara. You are standing once again."

For the first time in a year, Madara felt the weight of the world beneath his feet.

Month 2: Walking Again

Standing was one thing, walking was another, the first steps were shaky like he was a baby taking his first steps, his body moving as though it no longer belonged to him.

TMOAC stood beside him, her hands hovering near him, ready to catch him should he fall.

"Easy." she whispered.

"You are not a child, but neither are you invincible. Take your time."

Madara scoffed.

"Hmph."

Still, he listened, each step felt unnatural, his body uncooperative, at first, he only walked within his room, gripping onto furniture for support, then, after weeks of progress, he moved into the hallways of the house, by the end of the second month, he stepped outside into the garden for the first time.

The fresh air hit him like a wave, the scent of wood, leaves, and soil filling his lungs.

TMOAC watched as he closed his eyes, savouring the feeling of nature surrounding him once again.

TMOAC smiled.

"You have been away from the world for too long."

Madara exhaled slowly.

"Then it is time to return."

*Month 3-4: Interacting with the Village*

As Madara's strength returned, so did his presence within the Hidden Leaf Village, the villagers beings crafted by TMOAC's will had always been interested in the Ghost of the Uchiha but now, as he walked the streets, they began to approach him.

Some were young shinobi, eager to learn from the legend himself, others were elders, who bowed in respect as he passed.

At first, Madara ignored them, but as the weeks passed, he found himself watching them, observing their training, listening to their conversations, witnessing their struggles.

One day, a young boy no older than ten bowed deeply before him.

"Uchiha-sama! please… would you teach me?!" the boy said nervously,

Madara's gaze flickered to the child's small, trembling hands, the boy was weak, but he had the will to learn.

"Hmph...show me what you can do." Madara said as he crossed his arms.

From that day forward, he became a mentor to the people of the village, he taught them discipline, strategy, and strength.

"Power is useless if you do not have the mind to wield it properly," he lectured to a group of young shinobi.

The villagers listened, they admired him, and though he never admitted it, Madara felt something stir within him, perhaps this is what Hashirama wanted for his best friend, to be accepted by the village

Perhaps for the first time in decades, he was truly a leader not a general not a warlord but a teacher.

*Months 5-7: Chakra Restoration & Jutsu Training*

After six months, Madara's body had fully adjusted to movement again.

Now, it was time to reignite his Chakra, at first, it wasn't easy his reserves had been depleted, and even the simplest techniques required intense focus.

TMOAC watched from the sidelines, always offering her amused smirk.

"Strange, isn't it? The great Madara Uchiha struggling with basic Jutsu?" she teased.

Madara scowled.

"Say as you will woman, It will not be long before I am back at full strength."

She laughed.

"I look forward to it."

By month seven, Madara had successfully regained control over his Chakra network and reserves, and he was able to remaster all of his Nin-Jutsu, Gen-Jutsu, Sharingan based Jutsu and Rinnegan based Jutsu.

There was still some things missing, like Sage Mode and his godlike Tai-Jutsu

*Months 8-10: The Remastering of Sage Mode*

TMOAC guided him into the forests, deep within her realm, where the energy of nature was pure and abundant, Madara sat beneath a waterfall, allowing nature's energy to flow through him.

At first, it resisted,His body rejected the foreign energy, his Chakra struggling to adapt, it been a year since his body used Sage mode, the Uchiha was fully expecting this but he was patient.

He had learned patience, days turned to weeks, weeks into months, and then in a quiet morning, beneath the golden light of dawn his eyes opened.

And they glowed with Sage Chakra, the recovery was complete.

*Month 11: Rekindling the Art of Tai-Jutsu*

Madara's final stage of recovery was the remastering of his Taijutsu a skill he had once wielded with deadly precision, now dulled by a year of inactivity.

He needed real opponents, fighters who could challenge his reflexes, speed, and instincts so he turned to the village's young shinobi at first, they were hesitant, intimidated by his presence, but once Madara made it clear that this was a chance to learn, they embraced the opportunity.

The battles were fast-paced and brutal, with Madara effortlessly evading their strikes, redirecting their energy, and punishing their weaknesses with swift counter-attacks.

"You are relying too much on brute force," he would remark after effortlessly dodging an opponent's punch.

"Efficiency matters more than power."

The training sessions became a spectacle, drawing in more villagers who wished to observe the Ghost of the Uchiha in motion once again, he sharpened his footwork, improved his reaction time, and gradually rekindled the muscle memory that had once made him an unstoppable force in hand-to-hand combat, day by day, spar by spar, the legend of Madara Uchiha was reborn.

*Month 12: The Warrior Awakens*

A year had passed, Madara stood before TMOAC, no longer weak, no longer fragile, but stronger than ever before, he flexed his fingers, feeling the raw power coursing through him once again.

His eyes burned with purpose, his body felt lighter, faster, deadlier, he was ready.

"It is time." He said, his voice firm.

She smiled softly.

"I know, please be careful next time, I still need you to take down Trihexa for me, I cannot afford to lose my only hope against my polar opposite."

"Hmph...I have no intention of dying, now return Christ to me." Madara demanded.

TMOAC smiled, she would take that answer, she then snapped her fingers and Jesus Christ soul returned appeared before our protagonist.

The Uchiha activated the Rinnegan and brought his hands together creating a wood-clone, he used the human path of the Rinnegan to place the soul into the wood-clone.

The clone's form changed, now morphing into the image and build of Jesus Christ.

Jesus slowly opened his eyes, his senses returning to him bit by bit, until he could eventually see Madara Uchiha and Diana Dracula.

"Madara? Diana? Where are we did we win?" Jesus questioned shaking his head as his senses were beginning to stabilize.

"Not quite." TMOAC said.

TMOAC and Madara went on to explain, what has happened, where they are, and what is the current situation.

"I see...so your The Mother of All Creation? It is an honour to meet you." Jesus said offering a handshake to the creator of this universe.

"The pleasure is all mine Jesus." The Mother of All Creation said while embracing the handshake.

"So it has been two years since we have been in out of action huh? Thankfully it has only been two months in the supernatural world." Jesus said stretching, feeling out this clone body, Madara created for him.

"Yes we must return at once, woman teleport us to heaven." Madara requested as it was time to go after Ophis.

"Yes please...me and Madara must return to the supernatural world at once." Jesus agreed on Madara's request.

"Okay...okay, I will return you two, but before you go, make sure you two enjoy your birthdays, it is your birthday month after all." TMOAC said getting ready to send them back to the supernatural world.

"It's December already, wow...the year is now coming to an end, so much has happened I even forgot." Jesus said scratching his head.

Madara remained silent, he can't remember the last time he celebrated his birthday, to him it just became another day, but it didn't matter, it was time to get moving.

"Goodbye and Good luck you two." TMOAC said, now teleporting them back to heaven and the supernatural world.

*Heaven Two months without Jesus and Madara*

The Kingdom of Heaven, has now become a refuge of grief and uncertainty.

It had been two months since the disappearance of Madara Uchiha and Jesus Christ, two long, agonizing months.

At first, they had held onto hope, believing that Madara and Jesus were simply recovering somewhere, that they would return at any moment, victorious as always.

But as days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, that hope began to wither, and now, despair had taken root.

Without their leaders, certain members of the Akatsuki felt lost, uncertain, and weak, Madara was more than just their leader, he was their symbol of strength, their pillar of invincibility, their reason to believe that they could change the world.

But now, he was gone, and many were beginning to believe he wasn't coming back.

Yasaka sat alone in her private chambers, staring blankly at the flickering candlelight, her golden eyes were dull, her once vibrant and warm aura now cold and lifeless, she hadn't slept in days, she barely ate she barely spoke.

The once-proud and unyielding Queen of the Youkai was crumbling from the inside, she refused to believe Madara was gone she couldn't.

Every night, she would lie awake, clutching the clothes he would embrace her in, remembering his scent, the sound of his voice, the way he carried himself with unshakable pride.

She tried everything to find him used every Youkai detection ability, every divine connection she could think of but there was nothing a complete void and that emptiness was driving her insane.

A part of her wanted to believe that he was still out there, that he was just waiting for the right moment to return but with each passing day, that belief became harder to hold on to.

One night, alone in her room, she whispered to herself, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"You promised, Madara… you promised you would return."

Her hands trembled as she pressed them to her chest, aching with grief.

If he was truly gone…then that was one less thing she could fight for.

Kunou, the little princess of Kyoto, had changed the once cheerful, fiery girl who idolizes Madara like a father was now quiet, withdrawn, and distant she had stopped smiling she had stopped laughing.

Instead, she spent most of her time alone, wandering aimlessly through the celestial gardens, her nine tails drooping behind her lifelessly.

She had convinced herself that if she waited long enough, he would return.

But as time passed, and he didn't come back, a dark thought began to creep into her heart.

"What if… what if he's not coming back?"

She clutched her small hands into fists, trying to suppress the burning tears in her golden eyes.

"No… Papa wouldn't just disappear. He wouldn't leave me!"

But if that were true, then why hadn't he returned? And so, doubt began to spread like poison through her heart.

Asuka Toriyama was not herself ,she had stopped training she had stopped speaking she had stopped caring.

For months, she had been Madara's student, learning from him, growing stronger under his guidance, But now, without him…She felt empty.

Like a blade without a master, an orphan without a home, her Holy Sword, once an extension of her will, felt heavy in her hands.

She avoided the others, locked herself away, spending hours staring at nothing, lost in a void of grief and anger.

"If Madara-sama is dead… then what's the point of any of this?"

She hated herself for even thinking it, but she couldn't stop the pain from consuming her, she had lost the only man she ever truly respected and she didn't know how to live without him.

Yui did try her best to cheer up her younger cousin, but it really did seem hopeless, Asuka was not having any of it.

Issei had always seen Madara as an untouchable force, a legend a warrior beyond compare.
A god among men, that's why he made the Uchiha his Senseiand yet… he was gone.

Issei tried to stay strong, to tell himself that Madara would return, but deep down, he was starting to doubt and it killed him inside.

Thor had died and now Madara was gone too, was this just how war worked? Was he destined to lose everyone he cared about?

"Damn it…I should have stayed with Sensei and Jesus-sama, maybe I could've boosted them up to help them push over the edge." Issei muttered as he clenched his fists, his head lowered in shame.

Raynare, who sat beside him, placed a hand on his shoulder, but her touch brought no comfort because she, too, was breaking inside.

Raynare and Kalawarner had once been rebels of Heaven, but under Madara, they had found purpose, redemption, and something even more valuable hope.

But with him gone, that hope had died, Raynare had tried to act strong, but as the days passed, she found herself drifting she could no longer focus she could no longer find a reason to fight.

Late at night, she would sit alone, gripping the fabric of her cloak, and whisper to herself.

"Please… come back, Master… please…"

Kalawarner was no better, she refused to speak of him, but her eyes betrayed her suffering she had missed Madara but now he was gone and she felt like a part of her had died with him.

Even the goddesses of Olympus were not immune to despair.

Athena, who had always been stoic, was now restless, throwing herself into endless research, trying to find a way to bring Madara back.

Aphrodite, the goddess of love, had wept for days, feeling the pain of his absence like a dagger in her heart.

Their worlds had lost their light, and they didn't know if it would ever return.

Tiamat sat at the edge of Heaven, staring out into the endless sky, her dragon heart aching in ways she couldn't describe.

She had always known that Madara was different, and now, without him…she felt hollow, she let out a soft growl, shaking her head.

(Eyes Watering): "Please my chosen one… you better not be dead."

But deep down, she feared the worst, and that fear was killing her.

Well that is about to change today.

*Portal Opening*

A golden light erupted in the heart of Heaven, splitting the air with an intense divine energy unlike anything they had ever sensed before, it was powerful, but not in the way they were used to.

It wasn't the pure radiance of Heaven, and it wasn't the mysterious, ominous force of Madara's Kamui, it was something else entirely something that demanded attention.

At first, no one dared to move Not again…

Last time, it had been a cruel false hope, shattering their spirits when they realized it was just Kunou, Kuroka, and the others.

But this time…this time, the air felt different this time, it had to be them and so, they ran.

Within seconds, the entire Akatsuki had gathered at the site, their hearts pounding violently in their chests.

Yasaka, breathless, clutched Kunou's hand so tightly that the young fox girl winced, Athena and Aphrodite stood frozen, gripping each other's arms, Asuka's fingers trembled against the hilt of her Holy Sword, her grip so tight her knuckles turned white.

Raynare, Kalawarner, and Mittelt felt their chests tighten, unable to breathe properly, even Issei, who always tried to hide his emotions, could feel his vision blurring as he clenched his fists, his breath hitching.

Tiamat watched on her fingers twitching, ocean blue eyes locked onto the portal, refusing to blink the tension was unbearable.

The silhouettes within the swirling light stepped forward, at first, they were just shadows, barely distinguishable against the backdrop of divine energy.

But then The light receded, the figures became clear and finally...

They saw them.

For one eternal moment, no one moved, no one breathed, their minds couldn't process what they were seeing.

Madara stood tall, unwavering, his crimson Sharingan shining with power. His black armour gleamed under the light, his long, raven hair flowing like a midnight storm.

Jesus stood beside him, his divine energy calm yet commanding.

They were real, they were alive, Madara Uchiha and Jesus Christ had returned.

(Nervous Laughter): "We're back." Jesus said with a sheepish smile as he was definitely not expecting a crowd to be waiting for them.

"Now what's with that look on your faces?" Madara questioned giving them his classic stoic expression.

All still remained still and silence,until...everything went to hell.

Yasaka was the first to react.

With a piercing cry, she sprinted forward, tears streaming down her face, her golden eyes wide with disbelief.

(Crying): "MADARA!"

She didn't care about appearances, about formality, about anything, all she cared about was that he was here, andshe crashed into him.

Madara barely had time to register before Yasaka flung her arms around his waist, burying her face into his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

(Crying): "You're back… You're back… You're back…!" she repeated over and over, her voice breaking as she held onto him with everything she had.

Madara exhaled softly, looking down at the woman who he has had such a turbulent relationship with recently .

He lifted his hand and gently placed it on her head.

"Yes I have returned." Madara said in a calming tone.

Kunou, standing behind her mother, was shaking uncontrollably.

Her small hands covered her quivering lips, her golden eyes wide and brimming with tears.

Madara, her Madara, was alive, He had come back to her.

"PAPA!"

She rushed forward, her legs moving faster than they ever had, and she latched onto his arm, her body trembling against him.

(Crying): "I thought you left me! I thought you were gone forever Papa!" she sobbed, her voice raw with emotion.

Madara's shifted his attention to the sobbing Kunou, his gaze softening a bit with his free hand, he ruffled her golden hair, his touch gentle yet firm.

"I told you before I will not die until I have fulfilled my goal of peace...a peace you can enjoy." he muttered

Kunou hiccuped, gripping his sleeve tighter, not wanting to let go.

Issei couldn't believe his eyes, his vision blurred with hot, un-shed tears, his breath ragged as he clenched his fists.

(Eyes Watering): "Sensei...you are alive..." his voice was barely a whisper, thick with emotion.

Raynare and Kalawarner couldn't hold back any longer.

They sprinted forward, throwing themselves against him, gripping onto his shoulders, as if afraid he would disappear again.

"Master! Do you have any idea what you put us through?!" Raynare choked out, hitting his chest weakly.

Kalawarner was speechless, her tears doing all the talking.

Madara sighed, but allowed them this moment.

Mittelt clung to Kalawarner, her own sobs muffled, unable to form words.

Asuka had stood frozen, staring at the impossible sight before her.

Her eyes widened in shock, her breath caught in her throat, and for the first time in two long months, her mind her heart didn't know how to react.

The man who had taught her everything, the man who had shown her the true path of power, the man who had shaped her into a fighter was standing before her.

Alive.

Her sword, dropped to the floor, due to her releasing it, her legs felt weak, her throat was dry, and for the first time in her life, she didn't know what to do.

All this time, she had told herself that she would be strong, that she would carry on his legacy, that she would make him proud, even if he never came back but now he was here.

And her carefully built walls came crashing down.

Tears, hot and unstoppable, spilled down her cheeks before she even realized she was crying, and then she moved.

With blinding speed, Asuka rushed forward, her entire body trembling with emotion, her vision blurring with tears, she didn't stop she didn't think she just ran.

"MADARA-SAMA!"

Her voice shook the heavens, a raw, heart-wrenching cry of someone who had suffered in silence for far too long.

Before Madara could even register her presence, due to him being engaged in a group hug already she threw herself against him, slamming into his back with all her strength.

She buried her face into his armour, her entire body trembling uncontrollably.

Her hands clutched onto his cloak, gripping it so tightly her knuckles turned white and then, she broke...completely.

"You absolute... Bastard" she sobbed, her voice muffled against his back.

Madara felt her small body shaking violently, she had held it in for so long she had tried to be strong, but she wasn't strong enough to handle the thought of losing him.

"Hmph… You're crying like a child, Asuka."

His voice was calm, but beneath it was something else.

Asuka gritted her teeth, her tears soaking into his cloak.

"Shut up!" she cried, tightening her grip on him.

"You were gone for TWO MONTHS! I thought you were DEAD! I thought..." Her voice broke again, her body shaking harder.

Up next was Tiamat, unable to contain herself joined up with Asuka, hugging Madara from behind, balling her eyes out, it just seemed like it was the objective of Madara's subordinates to sandwich him in a hug of love.

The Uchiha for moment, believed that this was some form of punishment, as he has been gone for almost five months

Athena and Aphrodite watched in stunned silence, their divine hearts thundering in their chests, Aphrodite, for once, had no words, her lips trembled, her fingers pressed against her mouth, as tears spilled freely down her cheeks.

Athena clenched her fists.

"You fool…you had us all believing you were dead." she whispered under her breath.

But deep down, she had never felt so relieved.

The rest of Madara's subordinates watched on with hearts filled with relief and glad, as they were so happy to see their leader healthy, standing proud and strong, Kuroka and Akeno, were glad that they are following a strong leader.

The son of the Holy one watched on, giving off a gentle smile, as it was quite beautiful to see his close friend, being sandwiched and buried under a sea of love and affection from his followers, however, if he believed he was exempt from that kind of love, he was surely mistaken.

The angels mimicked the actions of Madara's followers, and surrounded Jesus, clinging onto him and crying their eyes out, sharing with him, their emotions and fears that he was also gone forever.

Madara and Jesus looked at each other, both men, being bombarded with love and affection, they both had the look that, this was an interesting positions they find themselves in.

Amaterasu shifted her gaze to Madara, for the first time, when Amaterasu looked at Madara the emotion she held was not resentment, it was more now, it was respect, the Uchiha has entered a select group of males, that have earned the Shinto goddesses respect.

"Welcome back! you two, I am sure you have a lot to share with us, so please, allow us to escort you to the Grand Hall." Michael suggested, while also feeling a sense of joy, as the two heavy-hitters of the Akatsuki are back.

"Good suggestion brother, now please everyone, I know you miss us terribly, but if you would please release me and Madara, so that we can make our way to the grand hall that would be much appreciated." Jesus requested as both he and Madara were beginning to feel the squeeze from all the hugs they were receiving,

All those who clung onto Madara and Jesus, released a sigh of disappointment, they really wanted to stay like this, but all of them did consider that both Madara and Jesus are perhaps very tired and requiring some rest, therefore they released the two friends from their grasps, however they did make sure to stick quite close to them,

The entire Kingdom of Heaven erupted into movement, angels moved in perfect unison, their collective energy filled with reverence, joy, and devotion, a grand escort was arranged almost immediately.

The rest of the angels formed an honour guard, the followers of the Uchiha were walking beside Madara and Jesus as they were led to the Grand Hall of Heaven.

The path before them was lined with countless angels standing at attention, their heads bowed in deep respect and admiration.

Madara and Jesus walked, both remaining calm and poised, it was clearly obvious that they were used to this kind of attention but despite their calm demeanour, they could both feel the sheer adoration from those surrounding him, with them being two making a last stand against Ragna-Sin, it truly did make an impression on everyone.

Asuka, Kalawarner, and Raynare walked beside the Uchiha, their eyes never leaving his form, their bodies stiff with barely contained emotion.

Kunou clung to his arm, refusing to let go, her golden eyes still brimming with un-shed tears.

Tiamat, acted as his guardian, walking slightly ahead, casting glares at anyone who so much as breathed wrong near her precious chosen one.

Aphrodite and Athena watched him intently, their divine auras humming with admiration.

Even the proudest and most powerful members of the Akatsuki, members who had long since conquered their emotions, now carried a softness in their gaze as they followed the Uchiha and Christ.

Meanwhile, Jesus walked alongside his beloved angels, his presence exuding a warmth that made the very air feel lighter.

The great archangels, Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel, all walked in deep reverence, their eyes shining with absolute devotion.

The angels sang softly, their voices blending into a divine melody that echoed through the golden halls of Heaven, a song of gratitude, a song of homecoming.

They whispered blessings, whispered prayers, whispered their relief that their Lord had returned, Jesus simply smiled, his gentle touch calming those who trembled in awe before him.

But despite his warmth, his eyes flickered toward Madara, watching how his old friend was handling the overwhelming reverence from his followers.

He knew this was not Madara's cup of time, and yet…even our protagonist seemed to accept this moment.

*The Grand Hall*

The Grand Hall was magnificent, a colossal structure of gold and marble, its walls adorned with divine symbols and biblical scriptures.

At the very end of the hall, two thrones had been prepared, they were not as magnificent as God of the Bibles throne, however they were still something special, two seats of power.

One, bathed in holy light, its divine radiance humming with celestial energy.

The other, dark and mysterious, crafted from an elegant mix of obsidian and silver, powerful yet enigmatic, reflecting the presence of its intended ruler.

These were not just thrones, they were symbols.

One for Jesus Christ, the son of the Holy One, one for Madara Uchiha, the hero of the Akatsuki.

As they approached, their followers stepped back a bit, allowing them free access to their thrones'

Kunou, still clinging to her father's arm, reluctantly let go as Asuka, Kalawarner, and Raynare gently guided her back, allowing their leader the moment he deserved.

Jesus was the first to sit, lowering himself gracefully into his divine throne, his fingers lightly tracing the edges as he exhaled, feeling the warmth of Heaven fully embrace him once again.

The Uchiha followed suit, sitting comfortably on the throne made for him, placing his elbow on the armrest and resting his cheek on his fist

Jesus leaned back in his throne, letting out a content sigh.

"Well then…" he mused, flashing his signature warm smile.

"I imagine you all have a lot of questions."

"You have no idea." Ra said.

"Very well then...(Short Pause)...shall we get started." Madara said giving the Akatsuki the green light to begin asking questions.

Now the obvious questioned that came up was what happened to Madara and Jesus when they clashed with Ragna-Sin, which the two friends answered honestly and in a straight forward manner.

They powered up, and readied a final attack against Ragna-Sin, and once they collided, everything went white, then black and they got transported somewhere else.

The next obvious question, is where did they disappear to, because all of them tried to sense and search for their whereabouts, but couldn't find them or sense them anywhere, therefore believing that they have perished.

And just as before, Madara and Jesus answered them honestly, they didn't tell then the entire truth though, just that they where transported by The Mother Of All Creation to some dimension, Buddha being the one of the best sensors in the Akatsuki could tell that Jesus and Madara, were not explaining the fool story, but decided that they must have their reasons.

And so did other questions come, and both Madara and Jesus answered them as best as they can, satisfying the hunger of the Akatsuki.

Madara and Jesus turned the tables, and asked what has been happening the past two months, and so the Akatsuki went on to explain, that they have been burying and honouring all that have fallen on the day of Ragnarok, it has been a dark two months.

"Madara!" Freya called out.

Our protagonist shifted his attention to the Vanir goddess, wondering what she wanted to talk about, the others as well shifted their attention to the Norse goddess.

Madara: "Hmm?"

(Deep Breaths): "I wanted to say thank you so much and I am sorry." Freya said, lowering her head before the Uchiha.

Madara raised an eyebrow, wondering what Freya was on about.

"What for?" Madara questioned, him narrowing his eyes.

(Deep exhale): "I should have listened to you...you tried to warn me about the giants and actively was against the Akatsuki going to Jotunheim, because of my stubbornness...(Eyes watering)...I lost my son Baldur and my twin brother Freyr...(Crying)...if only I listened to you, both of them could have still been alive...(Crying Short Pause)...I guess what I am trying to say is, I'm sorry for not listening to you and I thank you for doing the best you could to save my baby boy, from now on, I don't care what anyone says, I will follow your lead." Freya said with tears running down her face.

Everyone felt sympathy for the Norse goddess, Ragnarok has been particularly had on her and Odin, as they are the two who lost the most family.

"Unfortunately things did not go according to plan, the only thing left now is to get revenge on the bastards." Madara said with his Sharingan glowing.

All the members of the Akatsuki smirked at Madara's words, he was right, this time the Akatsuki is going after the Old Satan Faction's head.

"Well then...what now?" Sekhmet questioned as due to Madara's Gen-Jutsu, the Egyptian goddess has now switched sides, pleading loyalty to the Akatsuki.

"Christ will take over, and direct the Akatsuki's next move." Madara said, standing up from his custom made throne.

"And you Madara? What are you going to do?" Athena questioned, as it looked like Madara was about to leave again.

"I am going to hunt down that vermin called Ophis." Madara said with his eyes evolving into the Rinnegan and RinneSharingan.

Madara's followers immediately protested, they haven't been with Madara properly for a good five months, they refused to allow him to leave.

"No ways Papa! You can't leave again! you just got back." Kunou said and all of his followers agreed with the princess of Kyoto, standing in front of Madara, blocking his exit.

Madara's face turned sour, he did not have time to be arguing with his subordinates.

"That filth! Has my younger sister! Do you all just expect me to stay here? While Asia is suffering?!" Madara questioned his Rinnegan and RinneSharingan glowing with power.

All of Madara's followers paused, they completely forgot about Asia, in this group, Madara is the head and the leader, however Asia Uchiha his the heart and soul of the group, she is the sweetheart and the one who cares for all of them, without her, the group will be incomplete.

They all yielded to the Uchiha, there was no ways, Madara was going to stay idle, while hislittle sister is in the clutches of the infinite dragon god.

"Please just be safe Madara-sama, and please for the love of god, come back sooner to us." Asuka said, holding her leader's hand.

Madara shifted his attention to his followers, all of them giving him the look, of you better be back soon.

"Hmph...so be it." Madara said giving his subordinates a smirk, which caused all of them to smile, and they moved out of his way, although it was done so reluctantly.

"Wait!"

Everyone shifted their attention to where the voice was coming from and could see that it was none other that the Shinto goddess herself, Amaterasu.

"What is it, that you want goddess?" Madara questioned as the lady of the sun was now standing in front of the Ghost of the Uchiha.

"Fight me! Madara Uchiha." Amaterasu demanded, getting up close and personal with the Ghost of the Uchiha.

Madara looked down at her with a confused look on his face, he knew he and Amaterasu were not on the best of terms, but last he remembered he had not done anything that merited a fight from the Shinto goddess.

"Out of my way, I do not have time for you." Madara said giving the goddess, his classic stoic expression.

"I know where you can find Ophis." Amaterasu responded, keeping her eyes on Madara.

"Hoo?" Madara said, looking at the Shinto goddess eyes, and he could see that there was no deception in her eyes.

"Beat me, and I will not only lead you to her, I will assist you in taking her down." Amaterasu said giving Madara a no nonsense expression.

This conversation was really interesting the rest of the Akatsuki, all of them, knew that this day would come, it truly was inevitable with these two.

"I want to see, what is it that is so special about you...you have changed, Kunou's life for the better, you have changed my best friend Yasaka's life for the better, you have changed so many women's life for the better, even I will yield and concede to that, I want you to show me, maybe you are the one who will change my perspective on men, so come on Uchiha! Fight me!" Amaterasu demanded, her eyes glowing bright gold.

Everyone and literally everyone's eyes widened in shock, they couldn't believe what they were seeing, Amaterasu is actually willing to have an open mind when it comes to the male species.

Kunou and Yasaka couldn't believe this either.

"Who are you? And what have you done with Amaterasu?!" Yasaka questioned as there was no ways this was her former best friend.

Amaterasu ignored them, keeping her eyes on Madara.

The Grand Hall fell into absolute silence.

Amaterasu, the Shinto Goddess of the Sun, had just challenged Madara Uchiha to a battle, no one had ever dared to challenge the Ghost of the Uchiha like this, not after witnessing his sheer dominance in battle time and time again.

And yet, here stood Amaterasu, her golden eyes burning with unwavering determination, staring directly into the purple Rinnegan and RinneSharingan of Madara Uchiha.

Madara studied her for a moment, his stoic gaze unyielding.

Then, he scoffed.

"Hmph... You're serious?"

Amaterasu crossed her arms, stepping even closer.

"You're damn right I am."

The entire Akatsuki looked back and forth between them, unable to contain their excitement and anticipation, this was a battle that had been brewing for a long time.

"So show me, Uchiha."

She clenched her fists, her divine aura flaring to life.

"Show me why you are different."

The entire hall erupted in energy.

Madara's Rinnegan and RinneSharingan flickered, analysing her every movement, the Akatsuki stepped back, forming a wide circle around them this was really happening.

"Hmph."

He took a single step forward.

"Fine then, Goddess of the Sun…you will lose and reveal the location of that vermin"

The moment those words left Madara's lips, the entire Grand Hall trembled.

Amaterasu smirked, her golden flames igniting around her.

Madara's expression remained cold, unreadable.

Kunou, still holding onto Yasaka, watched in awe.

"Mama… are they really going to fight?"

Yasaka sighed heavily, placing a hand over her forehead.

"Yes, my dear. And I am terrified of what is about to happen."

Jesus immediately snapped his fingers, and immediately everyone was shifted to a battleground, however this was not any battle ground, it was the battleground of his father God of the bible

(Sigh): "You know I despise fights, here in my father's home, however, it is clear that you to, always want to settle things here in the Kingdom of heaven, so then, battle it out and end this feud once and for all please." Jesus requested as he made his way to the grandstands to watch the battle from a safe distance.

Everyone else followed suit, leaving Madara and Amaterasu to just stare each other down.

*Heaven's Battlegrounds*

The Kingdom of Heaven had never witnessed such a monumental battle in centuries, the last time these grounds hosted a battle, it was when God of the Bible, was training Jesus to enter Ultra Instinct.

Two behemoths of power stood across from each other, the air thick with tension, the divine energy clashing against the supernatural force of the Rinnegan and RinneSharingan.

From the grandstands, the Akatsuki, the pantheon gods, and the angels watched in absolute anticipation.

Jesus sat at the centre, his expression one of both resignation and patience.

"I still don't understand why you two have to fight, however so be it." Jesus sighed, leaning back in his throne.

Buddha, sitting nearby, let out a chuckle.

"Some rivalries need to be settled in the only language fighters understand."

*Madara Uchiha vs. Amaterasu*

Madara rolled his shoulders, loosening his muscles, to get the blood flowing

"Do not hold back, goddess of the sun, otherwise it will be your undoing, it is time to see whose flames burn stronger," he said.

Amaterasu smirked, golden flames coiling around her body like living serpents.

"I was about to say the same to you, Uchiha."

A single step forward from each of them shook the battlefield.

*Ground Massively Shaking*

Lightning crackled across the sky, the ground beneath them shattered from their combined pressure.

Suddenly—BOOM!

*Fists Collide*

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-/Chapter 32: Madara against the gods/-