[Chat Group]
Saitama: "Oh? So someone from another world found out?"
Utaha Kasumigaoka: "It doesn't matter anymore. Kushina Uzumaki already knows Mr. World Noble's real identity. And a few others too."
Nakiri Erina: "Besides, Uchiha Madara looks like he's on his last legs. Even if he wanted to do something, could he even pull it off in that condition?"
Yamamoto Mei: "Wait, seriously, Even Madara can't do anything at this stage...so what's that old man up to now?"
Naruto World
Uchiha Madara trudged forward, his steps slow and heavy as he neared Daemon and his mysterious companions.
His mind wandered, tugged into a web of memory.
Long ago, he had entrusted Uzumaki Nagato with the Rinnegan—part of a plan set in motion generations before.
Because of that, Madara had always kept a close eye on the Hidden Rain trio.
And through them… he noticed him.
James Dickson.
A man unlike any other in this world. Strange. Unpredictable. Insanely powerful.
Fifteen million degrees of searing flame at his fingertips.
Even Madara, in his prime, wasn't sure if he could've beaten him. And that, coming from Madara, was no small compliment.
But Madara wasn't concerned—not back then.
After all, this was the ninja world. Power didn't guarantee influence. And one monster didn't mean the system would collapse.
Strange, powerful shinobi appeared from time to time. It was nothing new.
So when James joined the Akatsuki, Madara let it slide.
But everything changed the day James returned to Amegakure.
He'd come back with the others in the Akatsuki. Among them, James encountered Hanzō of the Salamander. But something felt off. The conversation… the words…
"Other Reincarnators... System... Bleach World…"
Madara frowned when White Zetsu delivered the report. These terms didn't belong. They sounded like nonsense.
Until he heard the conversation between James and another—Uchiha Miyuki.
And suddenly, it all clicked.
There are other worlds.
Other universes.
And this one? This was called "Naruto."
When Madara first heard that word, he didn't know whether to laugh or grimace.
"Naruto?"
The name didn't offend him—if anything, he felt a mix of pride and frustration.
After all, Konoha, the cornerstone of this world's peace and conflict, was founded by him and Hashirama.
That a ninja from their village would become the so-called "Main Character" of this world? Fine. Fitting, even.
But why not him?
Still, he was more intrigued than bitter.
So the blade that burned like the sun—Ryūjin Jakka—came from another universe? And those who wielded power greater than any tailed beast were real?
Madara had lived his entire life thinking this world was the pinnacle. The final stage. But he now realized he had only been staring at the bottom of a well.
And yet, he did not despair.
No, he felt a rare surge of anticipation.
If others could travel between worlds, why couldn't he? He was Uchiha Madara. A man destined to reshape the world.
That's when he began to follow James and Uchiha Miyuki in secret. Waiting. Watching.
If an opportunity arose, he would kill them both and take this so-called "System" for himself.
If not, then perhaps he could side with the victor and learn their method of travel. There was no reason to rush. Let them bleed each other dry.
But fate, as always, refused to play along.
Daemon and his group arrived.
The woman with blue hair who nearly froze the atmosphere itself.
The black-haired one who, according to intelligence, wiped out Iwagakure using statues that resembled Kongōrikishi.
And the man—that man—who stopped James Dickson's strongest attack with two fingers…
And killed him instantly.
"Gulp—"
Madara's pride recoiled. His instincts screamed.
He had always believed no one in this world could match him. But this?
This was something else.
James Dickson—whose flames could melt mountains—was nothing to this man.
Madara knew, for the first time in his life, that he was completely outclassed.
He silently abandoned his plans. He'd hide. Wait. Stick to the original path—become the new Sage of Six Paths. Then, maybe, he'd have a shot.
Maybe then, he could stand before these beings as an equal.
But luck was not on his side.
Daemon had already sensed him.
And now, he had no choice but to appear.
"I just saw you appear out of thin air. You must be able to cross worlds at will, right?"
The man took a step forward, eyes sharp but respectful.
"I, Madara Uchiha, want to join you—become one of you."
Standing before Daemon, the legendary Uchiha Madara, once feared across the ninja world, now showed an emotion he rarely allowed: tension.
Not from fear of death—he had faced that too many times—but from the uncertainty of being accepted.
Daemon raised a brow, his expression unreadable.
"You want to join us?"
He studied the infamous figure before him. Even with his aged appearance, Madara radiated presence.
Kushina, still wrapped securely in Daemon's arms, stiffened at the name.
"That's… Uchiha Madara?" she murmured in disbelief. The Nine-Tails roared restlessly within her.
"But… wasn't he long dead?"
Madara's gaze never wavered. "Yes," he said, fists clenched at his sides.
"I know of the worlds beyond this one. I refuse to be caged in this decaying shinobi era." He looked directly at Daemon.
"I have powers similar to Uchiha Miyuki's. I even know the path to the Rinnegan… to the power of the Sage of Six Paths. I'm not weak—and I believe I'm qualified to stand among you."
Daemon paused.
"Well… you do have potential."
He rubbed his chin, clearly conflicted. In his past life, he had admired Madara—not as a hero, but as a towering force of will and strength. A man who challenged gods and shaped nations. But…
"There's one problem," Daemon said at last.
"The chat group doesn't actually have a way to invite people."
He turned to the others. "Thoughts?"
Esdeath was the first to speak. Arms folded, sword resting casually at her hip, she regarded Madara like a wolf eyeing prey.
"Let him in as a provisional member," she said. "There may be a chance to invite him later. Besides…" her lips curled slightly,
"I've heard tales of you, battlefield rose. I wouldn't mind having another target to break."
Madara narrowed his eyes, his pride flaring.
"You're bold, girl… but I'm no helpless lamb to be slaughtered."
Esdeath only snorted and turned away, unimpressed.
"Talk all you want. Until you're in the group, you're not even worth the warm-up."
Daemon smirked, then turned to the next.
"What about you, Luo Hao?"
Luo Hao's expression mirrored Esdeath's: cold elegance mixed with raw, hungry strength.
"I feel the same," she said calmly.
"If this were your prime, I'd challenge you now. But in your current state…" she tilted her head slightly,
"You're unworthy."
Still, the glint in her eye showed her anticipation. One day, she would face him—when he was whole.
Finally, Daemon turned to the one whose opinion mattered most:
"Miyuki. Your world, your rules. What do you think?"
Uchiha Miyuki hesitated, arms crossed, brows furrowed.
On one hand, Madara was a relic of her world's darkest chapters. On the other… a powerful ally wasn't something to dismiss lightly.
"I don't know," she admitted, voice quiet.
"Would this bring me more problems… or more protection?"
"I'm dying," Madara said suddenly, his voice firm but calm.
"But I'll return in a few years. When I do, I'll be your shield, your sword. I'll protect you."
Her eyes sparkled slightly—but she didn't smile.
"That's it? That's all you're offering?"
Madara paused. Then sighed.
"...…"
Uchiha Madara rolled his eyes and said calmly,
"I'll return to Konoha, reclaim control of the Uchiha clan, and appoint you as the new clan head. Not just that—I'll make you Hokage too."
"Anything else? There's gotta be more, right?"
Miyuki's eyes practically sparkled with anticipation, but she held herself back, her voice still measured.
Madara frowned slightly.
"Why are you so greedy? You've inherited none of the noble virtues of the Uchiha clan."
He hadn't expected her to be this hard to please.
A trace of irritation flickered across his face—but with a whole multiverse hanging in the balance, Madara swallowed his pride and sweetened the deal.
"I would 'kindly' ask Tsunade to return to the village and bring her disciple Shizune with her. They'll both serve as your personal secretaries."
"And any beautiful kunoichi captured in foreign wars? They'll be yours—assigned as personal maids."
He paused dramatically, then added,
"If you want Hashirama's wife, Mito Uzumaki, I can even use Edo Tensei to bring back her younger self for you."
"Isn't that enough?"
He'd read the reports. He knew Uchiha Miyuki's... eccentric tastes. He had played all his cards.
Miyuki was completely dazed by the onslaught of offers, her pretty face lighting up with an unhinged grin.
"Enough, enough! More than enough!"
But just as Madara began to relax, she tilted her head and added with a sly smile,
"Since you can bring back Hashirama's wife… what about your wife? Can I have her too?"
"Get lost!"
Madara finally lost it. His chakra flared for a brief second as he shouted at her, eyes flashing with rage.
"I never had a wife! I'm single!"
"Oh? No wife? Well, that's not my fault. You're the one who couldn't attract any women. No need to yell."
Still reeling from Madara's outburst, Miyuki muttered under her breath, clearly unimpressed.
Then she looked up at Daemon and shrugged.
"Alright, I agree."
Daemon's mouth twitched. He felt like he'd just witnessed history fall into absurdity.
Resurrect your best friend's wife and offer her as a bribe?
Was this really the legendary Uchiha Madara? The man once feared as a god of war?
Daemon glanced at the chat group feed. Surprisingly, no one voiced any objections. If anything, the mood was… intrigued.
Everyone seemed curious—could Uchiha Madara, someone the chat group hadn't invited on its own, truly join their ranks?
So Daemon said nothing more. He looked up to see Madara staring at him with expectation in his eyes.
Like a puppy waiting for food.
Daemon sighed and finally spoke.
"You've recommended yourself to join us. After discussion, we've decided to grant you provisional approval."
"Provisional?" Madara raised a brow.
"It means you're not a full member yet. You're on standby."
Miyuki waved a hand dismissively.
"Basically, you're like a freelance ninja. No benefits, all risk. If you mess up, you're the first to be blamed—and you can be fired at any time."
"…"
Madara was speechless.
"…"
So were Esdeath and Luo Hao.
"…"
Author was speechless too.
"Will you shut up already?!" Daemon snapped, glaring at Miyuki. Then he turned back to Madara, his expression softening.
"You should know we're not lying to you. We want you in—but we simply don't have the authority to make it official right now."
"That's the truth. But when the time comes, you'll be the first."
"…Alright. I understand."
Madara sighed.
The outcome wasn't what he had envisioned, but he believed Daemon. There was no reason to lie—not with power like his.
He had even toyed with that monster James Dickson like a plaything.
No deception was needed.
"Let's do this,"
Madara said finally, arms wide, his eyes steady.
"Kill me."
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