After thoroughly exploring the house, Madara decided it was time to see more of this strange new world.
The wooden house, with its hidden room and mysterious gate, had revealed some secrets, but he needed to understand the world beyond its walls.
He turned to the kid, who stood nearby, fidgeting nervously as always. "Kid," Madara said, his voice sharp and commanding, "you're going to guide me. Show me the outside world."
Yuuya nodded quickly, his round face paling slightly under Madara's intense gaze. Without a word, he scurried toward the door, ready to obey.
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Madara followed, his steps silent and purposeful, his mind already analyzing what he might find outside.
They stepped onto a paved road, and Madara immediately froze. Strange metal objects roared past, moving faster than any cart or horse he had ever seen.
They gleamed under the sunlight, their surfaces smooth and polished, with people sitting inside them.
From Madara's perspective, they were like beasts made of steel, roaring with a power he couldn't yet comprehend.
He had never seen anything like them—not in the Shinobi world, not in the forests of this new land.
His crimson eyes narrowed as he watched them speed by, their wheels spinning against the ground.
Madara glanced down at himself, feeling slightly out of place. He was no longer wearing his crimson armor, which he had left back in the house.
Instead, he was dressed in clothes borrowed from Yuuya's grandfather. The old man's wardrobe was the only option, as Yuuya's own clothes—designed for his short, stocky frame—would never have fit Madara's tall, lean build.
The modern attire felt foreign: a plain black shirt, loose pants, and a jacket that hung slightly off his shoulders.
The fabric was softer than he was used to, and the style was strange, but it allowed him to blend in, at least for now.
As they walked along the road, Madara's sharp eyes took in everything. The world around him was alive with movement and sound. Metal vehicles zoomed by, their engines humming loudly.
People crowded the streets, moving in every direction—some rushing forward, others lingering, talking, or staring at small glowing objects in their hands.
The noise was overwhelming: voices, footsteps, the rumble of those metal beasts, and a constant hum that seemed to come from the city itself.
Buildings loomed on either side, their surfaces made of glass and stone, reflecting the sunlight in dazzling patterns.
People poured in and out of these structures every second, entering through wide doors only to exit moments later, as if the buildings themselves were alive, breathing with human activity.
Madara's gaze swept over the scene, his mind racing to process it all. It was magnificent in its chaos.
The sheer scale of it—the towering structures, the endless stream of people, the strange technology—was unlike anything he had ever witnessed.
These buildings were far taller than any castle or temple in the Shinobi world, stretching so high they seemed to scrape the sky. And yet, they were filled with people, bustling with life.
What struck him most was the attitude of the people. They moved without fear, their faces relaxed, some even smiling.
There was no tension, no wariness, no sense of danger. In his world, every step was calculated, every glance a potential threat.
Shinobi lived in a constant state of vigilance, knowing death could come at any moment. But here?
These people seemed carefree, as if they had no enemies, no battles to fight. Madara's eyes narrowed slightly.
Was this world truly so peaceful, or was there something he wasn't seeing?
He noticed something else: there were no shinobi. No chakra, no jutsu, no hidden weapons or subtle signs of training in this people.
The people here were ordinary, their movements untrained, their postures soft. It was strange to see a world so full of life yet so defenseless.
Even the children in his village had been taught to sense danger, to wield a kunai by the time they could walk. Here, the children ran and laughed with their parents, oblivious to any threat.
Madara's thoughts churned as he walked, Yuuya trailing behind like a shadow. This world was a marvel, but it was also alien.
The towering buildings, the metal things moving, the fearless people—it was all so different from the blood-soaked battlefields he knew.
Yet, beneath his calm exterior, a spark of curiosity burned. What kind of power allowed this world to thrive without warriors? And what secrets did it hold that could aid him in his own goals?
"Keep moving," Madara said, his voice low but firm, glancing back at Yuuya. "Show me more."
As Madara and Yuuya continued through the city, his eyes were drawn to massive screens mounted on the towering buildings.
The screens glowed brightly, displaying moving images of people talking, laughing, and holding up objects—a bottle, a piece of clothing, a strange device.
Their voices boomed through the air, urging passersby to buy these things.
Madara's brow furrowed slightly, but to his surprise, he understood every word. The language was familiar, as if he had always known it.
He didn't question it for long; his focus was on the strangeness of the screens themselves, like windows to another place, yet flat and lifeless.
The city around him was a stark contrast to the world he had just left. There were no slaves chained in cages, no dense forests teeming with monsters, no children forced to toil in labor.
The wooden inns, with their creaking floors and smoky air, were nowhere to be seen. Instead, the streets were clean, the buildings sleek and modern, the people moving freely without fear.
It struck Madara as a vision of peace—a true, lasting peace, the kind he had once dreamed of creating in his own world.
His crimson eyes scanned the crowd, searching for any hint of conflict, but found none. It was almost too perfect.
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A/N: this chapter was 2k words long so I decided to upload it in two parts, pne is here other will be released in the afternoon.
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