The next morning came far too quickly for Uchiha Madara. He'd hoped to say goodbye to Yaoyorozu Momo before departing, but the ticket All Might had arranged was for six in the morning. That meant Madara had to be at the airport two hours earlier—an insult to any warrior, but even more so to one who had stayed up most of the night.
With only a few hours of sleep, Madara found himself on a plane bound for the western reaches of the world. He slumped into his seat, arms folded, his Sharingan dull behind heavy eyelids. Moments after takeoff, sleep claimed him.
Twelve hours later—City A Airport.
The plane finally touched down. One by one, passengers filtered off the aircraft, stretching and yawning. But one figure remained slouched in his seat near the window—unmoved, dead to the world.
"This passenger? Sir, we've arrived at the destination."
A gentle voice stirred Madara. The stewardess, concerned by his stillness, lightly tapped his arm.
"Hm?" Madara's eyes blinked open, Sharingan flickering before fading. He looked around, slightly dazed. The orange hue of the setting sun spilled across the tarmac outside.
"We've landed," the stewardess said, offering a kind smile. "Are you flying alone?"
"Yeah," Madara said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Where are your parents?" she asked, brow furrowed.
"They're dead."
The stewardess stiffened, clearly embarrassed. "Ah—I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—would you like some help getting off the plane?"
"I'm fine." Madara reached above and retrieved his luggage with ease, the motion fluid, his strength unmistakably beyond that of a normal teenager.
The stewardess watched, eyes wide, as the boy disembarked. "Be careful out there," she said softly.
Madara nodded. "Thanks."
Once past the security checkpoint, Madara wandered the airport's wide halls. He glanced around with furrowed brows.
"…Gate 2… Gate 2…" he muttered. After ten minutes, he paused. "Tch. I'm lost."
He plopped down onto a bench, arms crossed. "No signs, no staff, and no guidance. What kind of joke is this airport?"
"Are you a foreigner?" asked a voice nearby.
Madara turned to see a young man lounging on the bench beside him.
"Sort of," Madara said. "Do you know where Exit 2 is?"
The man pointed left. "Just follow the corridor to the end. Second to last door. The signs were busted up two days ago during a monster attack. Haven't been repaired yet."
"Monster?" Madara raised a brow, then noticed faint cracks running along the tiles and walls—scars of destruction.
"Yeah," the man said with a shrug. "Happens all the time around here. Welcome to City A."
"Thanks," Madara said, standing and pulling his suitcase behind him.
The man watched him go, eyes narrowing slightly. "Is that kid alone?" he murmured. "What kind of parents let their child travel by himself?"
Shaking his head, he slipped in his earbuds.
Madara had barely taken a few steps down the corridor when chaos erupted ahead.
"Run! There's a monster!"
"Hurry!"
Screams echoed through the terminal. Passengers turned and fled, abandoning luggage in their panic.
Madara blinked, stepping aside as a woman shoved past him, clutching her child.
"Haha! So many humans! I'm in luck!"
From the smoke and flickering lights emerged a beast: a towering humanoid with the face of a tiger and razor claws dripping with fresh blood. A severed limb dangled from its mouth.
Madara narrowed his eyes. "So… it really is the One Punch Man world."
He'd suspected as much. The aura of this world felt… different. More chaotic. Less orderly. And now, staring at this grotesque creature, his suspicions were confirmed.
"Child, get out of there!" a man shouted, cradling a little girl as he ran past. "Run!"
But Madara stood still, watching.
Soon, the terminal was empty. Only he remained, facing down the snarling beast.
The tiger-headed monster chewed through bone, then spat it out. "Tch. Too skinny. Hope you taste better."
Madara set his suitcase aside. "You talk too much."
"Heh. Brave little brat." The monster crouched low, hind legs coiling like springs. "Let's see how you scream."
"Roar!"
The beast lunged forward, fangs bared, claws slashing.
Madara sighed, lifting one foot. With a simple pulse of chakra, he launched upward and landed effortlessly on a roof beam, far above the monster.
"Boom!"
The tiger crashed into the floor, leaving a crater in his wake. Passengers hiding nearby gasped, inching backward.
"Eh? Where'd he go?"
"Up here," Madara's voice echoed.
The tiger's eyes followed the voice—and widened in confusion.
"You… how are you—? You're a telekinetic?!"
Madara's red eyes narrowed. "No. I'm just better."
The tiger growled. "Your meat must be tender if you think you can mock me like this."
Madara sighed and reached into his pocket. Empty. No fan. No weapons.
"Guess I'll have to get my hands dirty."
His eyes flashed crimson. "This won't take long."
"Kill me?" the tiger cackled. "You? A brat—"
The next moment, Madara vanished.
Boom!
A thunderclap of force shook the airport as Madara appeared behind the monster, arm extended.
The tiger's head was gone—obliterated. What remained of his skull was a splattered ruin across the floor.
Blood soaked Madara's robes. Steam rose from the cracked tiles beneath his feet.
For a second, silence reigned.
Then—
"Oh my god…"
"He killed it…"
"He's just a kid…"
The surviving passengers emerged from hiding, eyes wide with disbelief.
A young boy—no, a warrior cloaked in the form of a boy—stood drenched in blood, victorious over death itself.
"Excuse me… are you… Uchiha Madara?" a voice called out.
Men in black suits rushed in, their expressions stunned. They'd seen the aftermath of monster attacks before—but nothing like this.
Madara turned, his face calm. "You're from the Hero Association?"
"Y-Yes…"
"Good. Carry my luggage, will you?" He pointed to the two red suitcases. "I'm not exactly presentable."
"…Understood."
The Hero Association's hospitality was impressive.
They offered a private car, full bodyguard escort, and a gourmet meal that nearly rivaled the feasts of feudal nobility. After showering and changing, Madara found himself inside the Association's headquarters—a towering black skyscraper that seemed more fortress than office.
He was led into a quiet room and asked to sit on a stool in the center.
Four wooden stools sat opposite him.
After a short wait, four suited men entered, each carrying a file. One, a broad man with a buzzcut and sharp eyes, spoke first.
"We've reviewed your performance at the U.A. Sports Festival," he began, flipping through his papers. "Very impressive. And after today's incident… well, you've certainly made an entrance."
Madara said nothing.
"We'd like to clarify a few things," the man continued. "Have you ever encountered monsters before today?"
"No," Madara replied simply.
"Then let me explain." He held up four fingers. "There are four main categories of monsters."
"One: Humans who mutate due to stress, obsessions, or trauma."
"Two: Creatures created by rogue technology or experiments."
"Three: Non-human species mutated by pollution or nature."
"Four: Intelligent non-human civilizations. Like the Deep Sea King or Underground People."
He handed Madara a sleek black phone. "All detailed data will be sent to you here. This is a Hero Association-issued device. You'll use it for missions, updates, and communication."
The man leaned forward. "But before we proceed, we require updated combat metrics. Tomorrow morning at eight, someone will take you to a testing facility."
Madara nodded. "Fine."
The man tapped on the desk. A translucent screen floated up, displaying Madara's stats and an electronic form.
"Please sign."
Madara blinked. "With what?"
"Your finger. It's touch-sensitive."
Madara scrawled his name across the screen.
"Perfect," the man said, rising. "Please follow my colleague for final registration."
Madara stood, crimson eyes steady. "I assume I'll be ranked appropriately?"
The man smiled thinly. "Oh, we'll see to that."
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