Saitama: "Oh? So someone from another world found out?"
Utaha Kasumigaoka: "It doesn't matter anymore. Uzumaki Kushina already knows World Noble-kun's real identity. And a few others do too."
Nakiri Erina: "Besides, Uchiha Madara looks like he's on his last legs. Even if he wanted to make a move, could he even pull it off in that condition?"
Yamamoto Mei: "Wait, seriously? Madara isn't an idiot, he should know this! So what's that old man up to now?"
Naruto World
Uchiha Madara trudged forward, his steps slow and heavy as he neared Jaeger and his mysterious companions. His mind drifted, tangled in a web of old plans and new revelations.
Long ago, he had entrusted Uzumaki Nagato with the Rinnegan—just one step in a scheme set in motion generations ahead. Because of that, Madara had always kept a close watch on the Hidden Rain trio.
And through them… he noticed him.
James Dickson.
A man unlike anyone else in this world. His behavior was bizarre, out of place, and his power undeniable.
Fifteen million degrees of searing flame at his fingertips.
Even Madara, in his prime, wasn't sure if he could have beaten him. And coming from Madara, that was no small compliment.
But back then, he wasn't concerned.
This was the ninja world. Power alone didn't guarantee influence. One monster didn't automatically topple the system. Strange and powerful shinobi had appeared throughout history. It wasn't new.
So when James joined the Akatsuki, Madara let it slide.
But everything changed the day James returned to Amegakure.
He came back with the rest of the Akatsuki. Among them, he encountered Hanzō of the Salamander. Something felt off. The tone of the conversation. The words used.
"Other Reincarnators… System… Bleach World…"
Madara frowned when White Zetsu delivered the report. These terms didn't belong here. They sounded like nonsense.
Until he heard the conversation between James and another—Uchiha Miyuki.
And suddenly, it all clicked.
There were 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 irritation. Konoha, the cornerstone of this world's peace and wars, 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 beyond any tailed beast were real?
Madara had lived his entire life believing this world was the pinnacle. The final stage.
Now he realized he had only been looking up from 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 reality.
That's when he began to shadow James and Uchiha Miyuki in secret, watching every move. If an opportunity arose, he would kill them both and seize this so-called "System" for himself.
(T/N: This is fucking terrifying if you think about it.)
If not, he would side with whichever faction won in the end and steal the method of dimensional travel from them. There was no need to rush. Let them bleed each other dry first.
But fate, as always, refused to cooperate.
Jaeger and his group arrived.
The blue-haired woman who nearly froze the atmosphere itself.
The black-haired woman who, according to intelligence, had wiped out Iwagakure using statues that resembled Hashirama's Wood Style—but were completely different.
And the man—that man—who stopped James Dickson's strongest attack with two fingers…
And killed him instantly.
"Haah—"
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.
For the first time in his life, Madara truly understood that he was completely outclassed.
He silently abandoned his previous plans and decided to withdraw and wait. Stick to his original path—become the new Sage of Six Paths. Only then, maybe, could he stand before these beings as an equal and talk as peers.
But luck was not on his side.
Jaeger had already sensed him.
And now, he had no choice but to appear.
"I saw you appear out of thin air. You must be able to travel across worlds at will, right?"
Madara took another step forward, eyes sharp yet respectful. "I, Uchiha Madara, want to join you—become one of you."
Standing before Jaeger, the legendary Uchiha Madara—once feared across the ninja world—now displayed an emotion he rarely allowed: tension. Not fear of death, he had faced that countless times. It was the uncertainty of whether he would be accepted.
Jaeger raised a brow, expression unreadable. "You want to join us?"
He studied the infamous figure in front of him. Even in this frail, aged body, Madara radiated an overwhelming presence.
Kushina, still held securely in Jaeger's arms, stiffened when she heard the name.
"Th-That's… Uchiha Madara?" she whispered in disbelief. The Nine-Tails stirred violently inside her, roaring in instinctive hostility.
"But… wasn't he long dead…?"
Madara's gaze never left Jaeger and the others. "Yes," he said, hands clenching slightly at his sides. "I know of the worlds beyond this one. I refuse to be caged in this decaying shinobi era."
He looked straight at Jaeger.
"I possess power similar to Uchiha Miyuki's. I know the path to the Rinnegan… to the strength of the Sage of Six Paths. I am not weak—so I believe I am qualified to stand among you."
Jaeger raised his eyebrows slightly, eyes calm.
"Well… you do have potential."
He rubbed his chin, clearly conflicted. In his past life, he'd admired Madara—not as a hero, but as an overwhelming force of will and power. A man who stood alone against the world and reshaped it with his own hands.
But…
"There's one problem," Jaeger said at last. "The chat group doesn't actually have a way to invite people."
He turned to the others. "Thoughts?"
Esdeath spoke first. Arms folded, sword resting casually at her hip, she regarded Madara like a wolf sizing up prey.
"Let him in as a provisional member," she suggested. "There may be a chance to invite him later. Besides…" her lips curled into a cruel smile, "I've heard your name, Uchiha Madara. I wouldn't mind having another target to destroy."
Madara narrowed his eyes, pride flaring. "You're bold, girl… but I'm no helpless lamb to be slaughtered."
Esdeath snorted and turned away, unimpressed. "Talk all you like. Until you're in the group, you're not even worth the warm-up."
Jaeger smirked, then turned to the next.
"What about you, Luo Hao?"
Luo Hao's expression mirrored Esdeath's—cold, composed, impossible to read.
"I feel the same," she replied calmly. "If this were your prime, I would challenge you here and now. But in your current state…" she tilted her head slightly, "you are unworthy."
Even so, there was a spark in her eyes—anticipation. One day, she wanted to face him when he was complete.
Finally, Jaeger turned to the one whose opinion mattered most right now.
"Miyuki. Your world, your rules. What do you think?"
Uchiha Miyuki hesitated, arms crossed, brows furrowed.
On one hand, Madara was a symbol of her world's darkest history. On the other… a powerful ally wasn't something casually discarded.
"I don't know," she admitted quietly. "Will he bring more problems… or more protection?"
"I'm dying," Madara said suddenly, voice steady. "But I'll return in a few years. When I do, I'll be your shield and your sword. I will protect you."
Her eyes brightened 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 flatly, "I'll return to Konoha, reclaim control of the Uchiha clan, and appoint you as the new clan head. Not only that—I'll make you Hokage as well."
"Anything else? There's gotta be more, right?"
Miyuki's eyes practically sparkled with anticipation, though her voice remained outwardly calm.
Madara frowned. "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 satisfy.
Irritation flickered across his face but with the entire multiverse at stake, Madara swallowed his pride and sweetened the offer.
"I'll have Tsunade 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 had read the reports. He knew Uchiha Miyuki's… eccentric tastes. He had basically thrown out every card he had.
Miyuki went completely blank for a moment, overwhelmed by the barrage of offers. Then a wide, unhinged grin spread across her face.
"Enough, enough! More than enough!"
But just as Madara started to relax, she tilted her head and added slyly:
"Since you can bring back Hashirama's wife… what about your wife? Can I have her too?"
"Get lost!"
Madara finally snapped. His chakra flared for a brief second as he shouted, eyes blazing. "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 stung by Madara's outburst, Miyuki muttered under her breath, clearly unimpressed.
Then she looked up at Jaeger and shrugged. "Alright, I agree."
Jaeger's mouth twitched.
He felt like he'd just witnessed history collapse into parody.
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?
Jaeger glanced at the chat group feed. Surprisingly, no one objected. If anything, the atmosphere was… curious.
Everyone wanted to see it.
Could Uchiha Madara—a man the chat group hadn't chosen on its own—really end up among their ranks?
So Jaeger didn't say anything else unnecessarily. He raised his head and saw Madara watching him, eyes full of expectation—
Like an old beggar on the street staring at someone holding a full bag of food.
Jaeger 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 lazily. "Basically, you're like a freelance ninja. No benefits, all risk. If anything happens, you get blamed first, and you can be fired at any time."
"…"
Madara was speechless.
"…"
So were Esdeath and Luo Hao.
"Will you shut up already!?" Jaeger snapped, glaring at Miyuki. Then he turned back to Madara, tone softening. "You should know we're not lying to you. We really do want you in but right now, we genuinely don't have the authority to make it official. That's the truth. When the chance appears, you'll be the first."
"…Alright. I understand."
Madara let out a quiet sigh.
It wasn't the answer he had hoped for, but he believed Jaeger. There was no reason to deceive him—not with power that overwhelming. Jaeger had toyed with that monster James Dickson like a child.
No elaborate schemes were needed.
"Then let's do this," Madara said at last.
He spread his arms, eyes calm and resolute.
"Kill me."
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