Sweet Mask's voice wasn't loud, but it carried enough weight to pierce through the casual hum of the café. Uchiha Madara paused mid-bite, fork poised with a slice of cake, his crimson eyes narrowing at the blatant provocation.
Clearly, the idol wasn't making small talk—he was targeting him.
"Heh," Madara chuckled faintly, placing his fork down and reaching instead into the cutlery box.
Whoosh!
Ding!
In a blur of motion, a silver fork embedded itself with surgical precision into Sweet Mask's table—exactly one centimeter from his hand. The metal vibrated slightly with the force, drawing stunned silence from nearby patrons.
"Ah!" The woman seated beside Sweet Mask shrieked, springing from her chair like a startled deer.
"I'm sorry," Madara said without the slightest hint of remorse, his tone dry. "My hand slipped."
With that, he calmly resumed eating his cake, as if nothing had happened.
The woman seemed to regain her courage quickly and pointed a trembling finger at him. "Hey! Do you even realize—"
"Enough," Sweet Mask interrupted with a graceful raise of his hand. The woman closed her mouth, intimidated by the cold authority in his voice and returned to her seat.
The idol's smile was perfectly practiced, calm and unbothered, but his eyes—those gleaming blue eyes—had darkened.
"Not bad," he said under his breath. In public, he couldn't afford to lose his image, but the message was clear.
"Thanks," Madara replied, rising from his seat and draining the last of his coffee. He walked out of the café without sparing Sweet Mask another glance.
Drip-bell~
As the glass door closed behind him, Madara's phone buzzed in his pocket. He didn't bother to check the caller ID—he just answered.
"Where the hell are you?!" Snake's irritated voice exploded through the speaker. "Weren't you supposed to be patrolling?!"
"I am patrolling," Madara replied nonchalantly.
There was a long pause on the other end, as if Snake were trying to comprehend just how this counted as patrolling.
"Do you even know what just happened?!"
"Nope," Madara said casually, scratching his ear.
"There was an incident. In City A! The area you were supposed to cover!" Snake growled in frustration. "What the hell have you been doing all this time?"
"Drinking coffee," Madara answered without hesitation. "Besides, aren't mentors supposed to lead patrols?"
"I just got here," Snake barked. "You've been here longer than I have! Don't give me that crap about getting lost."
"Then consider it training in navigation," Madara quipped.
Snake had no words for a moment. Then, after a long sigh, he said, "I'm sending you the location. Meet me there immediately."
Moments later, a message popped up on Madara's device. The marked destination was a supermarket on the outskirts of City A—a decent distance away.
Madara looked up lazily, casting a brief glance through the café window toward Sweet Mask, who remained seated inside, surrounded by curious whispers.
Then his form flickered and vanished.
A breeze swept across the street outside the café. Sweet Mask blinked, then turned his head sharply.
"…Gone?" he murmured, blinking.
His companion tilted her head, confused. "What's gone?"
But by the time she turned to look, there was nothing to see.
By the time Madara arrived at the supermarket, the area was in ruins.
Debris littered the pavement. Shards of torn packaging and broken glass crunched beneath his sandals as he stepped through the shattered doors. The entire place reeked of mildew, garbage, and something else—something fouler, animalistic.
Torn shelves leaned against each other like drunks in an alleyway. Boxes of snacks were shredded, toothpaste tubes exploded, and yogurt dripped down freezer doors like spilled blood.
Madara wrinkled his nose and called out, "Anyone here?"
Bang!
A refrigerator, still intact and full of ice cream, was hurled at him from the back of the store.
With an almost bored expression, Madara raised his right arm, chakra gathering along his forearm and fist.
BOOM!
He punched straight through the refrigerator, reducing it to scrap metal and splattered milk product. Shards flew in every direction, and a wave of cold air rushed outward.
The next moment, something leapt from the shadows—a hulking creature with gray fur covering its upper body and the lower half resembling a man. Razor-sharp claws, glowing yellow eyes, and a jaw lined with glistening teeth.
"You're stronger than most," the creature growled as it landed before Madara with a heavy thud.
Just outside the supermarket, Snake peeked around a wall.
He had finally arrived, panting from running across the city. Upon seeing the massive creature inside, his heart sank.
"…You've gotta be kidding me."
The werewolf towered over Madara, and Snake instantly regretted not calling for backup.
"Should I… get reinforcements?" he muttered. But then he shook his head. "No, there's no time…"
Swallowing hard, he steeled his nerves and dashed forward.
"Kid! Get back!"
Both Madara and the monster turned toward the sound.
Snake came barreling in, fist cocked back, sweat pouring down his face. He struck the monster in the side with everything he had.
Thud!
It was like punching a brick wall.
The werewolf grinned, running its claws over the spot Snake had hit. "Are you… tickling me?"
Snake backed up slightly, arms raised.
His legs trembled, but he didn't retreat. Instead, he stepped in front of Madara, as if to shield him.
"This is our job," he muttered.
Inside the destroyed supermarket, a few survivors peeked from their hiding places.
"Is that… Snake?"
"It is! The hero's here!"
"We're saved!"
Their whispered cheers floated through the air. Snake heard them and straightened up, even as fear gnawed at his insides.
The monster's tongue lolled out, dripping with thick saliva.
"I'll eat him first," it said, pointing a claw at Snake, "then I'll eat you."
Madara tilted his head, annoyed.
"Is this really what passes for monsters here?"
Before the werewolf could lunge, Madara took a step forward.
Then he vanished.
Crack!
The sound echoed a second later as Madara's heel connected with the back of the werewolf's head. The beast stumbled forward, eyes rolling.
Before it could recover, Madara appeared in front of it—then behind it—then to its side.
Three blows landed in under half a second, each one reinforced with chakra.
The final strike was an open-palm thrust that blasted the monster clean through the supermarket wall, sending chunks of concrete flying.
BOOM!
Outside, pedestrians gasped as the massive beast tumbled across the street, bouncing like a discarded ragdoll.
Inside, Snake could only blink.
"What… just happened?"
Madara walked past him, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves.
"You should eat something," he said casually. "You look pale."
Then he disappeared again.
In the distance, Sweet Mask stood atop a nearby building, watching everything with a calculating gaze.
"So he's not just speed…" he murmured, tightening his gloves. "He's strength, too."
The wind rustled his coat, and he turned away.
"I suppose we'll meet again soon… Uchiha Madara."
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