Meanwhile, Madara found himself soaring high above the Shibuya station area. As he flew through the air, he noticed countless strange figures flitting around below – the cursed spirits Geto had mentioned.
He also saw a strange black barrier covering the sky begin to slowly fade away. The sheer number of curses was surprising, as were the ordinary people mixed among them, people who lacked any discernible chakra signature.
'Chakra exists in almost every living thing in the shinobi world,' Madara recalled, 'but there were always exceptions, like the Daimyo and other nobles who lived separate lives, funded shinobi but never trained themselves.' These people seemed similar in their lack of power.
"His punch was strong enough to send me flying, even with my first stage Susanoo active," Madara thought, slightly impressed despite himself. He hadn't bothered dodging, underestimating the raw force the volcano-headed curse could generate. "Still, just raw power."
"Something significant is happening here," Madara concluded, observing the chaos below. "And that black dome that just vanished… likely some kind of barrier technique, meant to trap people inside or keep others out." It reminded him of sealing formations used back home.
Executing a perfect backflip in mid-air, Madara landed firmly on the ground below, his skeletal Susanoo briefly flaring before vanishing.
He found himself in an area where panicked civilians were being attacked by grotesque cursed spirits.
He hadn't intended to intervene, but several curses immediately abandoned their prey and charged directly at him, sensing his power. Left with no choice, Madara reacted.
A large, one-eyed curse with massive hands swung wildly at him. Madara sidestepped the clumsy blow with ease. In the same motion, his Susanoo materialized just its arm, holding a spectral sword, and sliced the curse cleanly in half.
More spirits rushed him, drawn like moths to a flame. He dispatched them just as easily, dodging and cutting them down in swift, efficient movements.
Seeing their companions fall so effortlessly, the remaining curses in the immediate area hesitated, then turned and fled.
"They seem unintelligent, driven purely by instinct," Madara observed, watching them scatter. "Fighting these weaker ones offers no real benefit or information." He scanned his surroundings.
"And just as I suspected, this place looks nothing like the Elemental Nations. These buildings… they're enormous, completely different architecture."
"I need a higher vantage point to understand the situation and find my way back to those three intelligent ones." With that thought, Madara crouched slightly and leaped upwards with immense force, shattering the pavement beneath him and leaving a crater.
He landed on the side of a nearby skyscraper, then jumped again, bounding from building to building, ascending rapidly until he reached a rooftop tall enough to offer a wide view.
The sheer distance Jogo's punch had sent him was surprisingly far, and the dense cluster of tall buildings had blocked his view until now.
From the rooftop, he surveyed the cityscape. He quickly spotted a specific area marked by heavy destruction and smoke in the distance.
"There. That's where I was fighting before that volcano head sent me flying." His Mangekyo Sharingan activated, scanning the distant location intently. He was ready to return and settle the score.
Madara gathered strength in his legs, preparing to leap back towards the battle zone. But before he could jump, his gaze drifted upwards towards the moon hanging in the night sky.
He relaxed his stance for a moment, taking in the sight. "Beautiful," he murmured, almost surprised. "To think I didn't even notice something like this earlier." A flicker of memory, perhaps of a peaceful night long ago, crossed his mind. "A shame these strange spirits are ruining the view."
Shaking off the brief distraction, Madara focused again. He pushed off with immense power, launching himself through the air at a speed that would seem impossible to any normal human watching. The force of his jump completely shattered the top section of the skyscraper he'd been standing on.
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Madara landed back in the exact spot where Jogo had punched him earlier, the impact creating another small crater in the ground. He casually brushed some dust off his hands.
He looked around. The curses he fought – Jogo, Mahito, Choso – were gone. The strange man Geto was also nowhere in sight. Only a few dazed-looking ordinary humans remained nearby, seemingly frozen.
"They're not here," Madara muttered, a frown creasing his brow. "Cowards. I came back ready for a real fight this time." His brief moment of anticipation turned into annoyance. "This ruins the mood. Now I have to find someone else to get information from."
He paused, thinking about his current state. He wanted to test this revived body properly. Someone had brought him back using Edo Tensei, but it wasn't standard. They had changed him. He'd felt it when his Mangekyo Sharingan awakened mid-battle after taking that hit, and he could still faintly sense the presence of Hashirama Senju's cells fused into his chest – the faint outline of Hashirama's face was even visible there if he focused.
'The one who revived me didn't just bring me back, they modified this Edo Tensei body,' Madara thought. 'They knew the secrets needed to awaken the Mangekyo, and they somehow merged Hashirama's cells with me. Only someone who could read the Uchiha stone tablet would know such things.'
He continued his internal reasoning. 'But reading the tablet requires a Mangekyo Sharingan. Obito might have planned my revival, but not like this. I told him specifically to use Nagato's Rinne Rebirth technique when the time was right. So, this means someone else is involved. Another Uchiha? Or someone else entirely who somehow gained access to our clan's secrets?'
'Why summon me like this? For a war? That seems likely, if they know my power. But who?' He considered the possibilities. 'Only Obito knew where my actual body was hidden. So, the most likely answer is… someone betrayed Obito. Someone plans to use me against him, or maybe just for their own selfish reasons.'
'But,' Madara frowned, the final piece refusing to fit, 'that still doesn't explain how I ended up here, in this completely unfamiliar world.' He sighed inwardly. He simply didn't have enough information about this place or his current situation.
He needed answers. Torturing random people was inefficient. A better way struck him – find someone knowledgeable and put them in his debt. Make them owe him. The people fighting these cursed spirits seemed like the best bet.
"And how lucky for me," Madara thought, a faint, predatory smile touching his lips as his sharp senses picked up movement nearby. "I don't even have to go looking for them. It seems someone is already heading this way, and another is waiting nearby." The situation was suddenly looking much more convenient for him.
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A/N: Here is the new chapter. Next chapter will come in morning now. If you like the fanfic add it to your library and send some stones… and dont forget to comment:)