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Her gaze fixed on Madara, a mix of disbelief and incredulity coloring her features. He stood there, utterly unruffled, his presence mundane as he faced Riko Tennei. His posture was relaxed, as though he had just eradicated a pair of insignificant pests, his demeanor belying the extraordinary events that had unfolded.
Madara's words, coupled with his casual stance, erased any ambiguity. The sudden surge of lethal enmity between the two powerful Curse Users had undoubtedly been sparked by Madara's orchestration, his manipulation setting the stage for their destructive clash.
"—?!"
But Misato's attention was yanked away as abruptly as her realization had come, as she watched Madara pivot and advance towards Riko.
Pushing aside the twinge of pain radiating through her own body, she rushed towards the unfolding scene.
"Please, I'm pleading with you, spare Miss Riko!" Her plea was instinctive, driven by the overwhelming aura of power that Madara emanated, a power that seemed inscrutable and unassailable.
"Wait a moment—"
Madara's response was a mere syllable, his gaze momentarily shifting to Kuroi, the intensity of the moment encapsulated in the air between them.
Madara's gaze shifted back towards her, an acknowledging nod underscoring her intervention. "I must admit, your courage is indeed commendable."
Without missing a beat, he disregarded the interruption and repositioned himself in front of Riko, a palpable shift in the atmosphere accompanying his movements.
The contrast between the intensity of Madara's scarlet eyes, which exuded an air of foreboding and anticipation, and Riko's calm gaze was stark. Her eyes seemed to shimmer with an almost ethereal radiance, akin to a child gazing up in awe at a celestial spectacle.
"You possess a striking handsomeness, and your power is absolutely mesmerizing," Riko praised, her voice carrying the genuineness of her admiration, as if she were truly captivated by the spectacle before her.
Madara's eyebrow arched, a hint of curiosity in his expression. "Aren't you even slightly frightened or scared of me?" His question was directed at Riko, who remained seated on the ground with an air of serenity.
Riko's response was firm, her tone unwavering. "Why should I be? You won't harm me, will you?"
Madara's lips curled into an intrigued smile, his gaze locked onto Riko. "Is that so?" His voice held a playful note of amusement, as if her response had managed to pique his curiosity.
At the beginning, a ripple of concern and trepidation had coursed through Misato, fearing that Madara's demeanor, so distinct from the previous two Curse Users, might signal a threat to Miss Riko's safety.
Still reeling from Riko's composed response, Madara found himself caught off guard by her calm demeanor amidst the tense situation.
"Maybe it's a gut feeling, or..."
Madara's reaction was swift, his movements fluid as he leaned in closer. His right hand extended gently to lift Riko Tennei's delicate chin, a gesture both intimate and controlled.
In the instant their gazes locked – the striking crimson of Madara's Sharingan connecting with the depths of Riko's ebony irises – a profound moment seemed to unfold. Within this juncture, the three tomoe within Madara's Sharingan began a mesmerizing, rapid rotation, their hypnotic dance casting an almost surreal aura.
Subtle changes danced across Riko's eyes. The once vivid spark within them appeared to dim, as if a curtain was being gradually drawn over her consciousness.
As Riko's awareness retreated, Madara's own perception merged seamlessly with the void that now enveloped her consciousness. Like threads of unfamiliar white, his awareness wove through the fabric of her mind, guiding him through a journey that eventually led to an expansive emptiness.
In this realm, time seemed to lose its grasp, the concept of its passage rendered irrelevant.
Within this boundless expanse, Madara's Sharingan pivoted and focused on a figure that materialized behind him.
It was an elderly woman, her countenance etched with the traces of countless years. Her form carried the gentle curvature of age, as though she existed on the delicate threshold between the vigor of life and the embrace of decay.
Despite the passage of countless ages, the woman's eyes held a serene vitality, untouched by the weariness that often accompanied the journey through life's twists and turns. Deep and profound, they bore the weight of the millennia that had shaped her existence.
"You..."
Her response was a mix of astonishment and intrigue, a clear reflection of her surprise at this unanticipated intrusion into the realm she seemed to inhabit.
But her recovery was swift, her perception sharpening as she began to speak, her voice resonating with the echoes of time:
"No, you've ventured into this realm through Riko's consciousness, haven't you?"
Madara's lips curved into a wry smile as he met the woman's gaze, his Sharingan eyes locked onto her with a mixture of curiosity and recognition. "Seems like you're no stranger to me... So, you're the origin of that elusive sensation I've been detecting lately, am I right?"
"At first, my aim was to unravel the enigma within that young girl. Yet, unexpectedly, I stumbled upon an array of revelations beyond my expectations."
"I go by the name Tengen. My intentions are far from malicious..."
As Tengen conveyed her intentions, a series of ripples seemed to course through the very fabric of the consciousness realm they inhabited, resonating with the truth of her words.
Gradually, Madara's form began to dissolve, his presence fading until he disappeared from view entirely, leaving behind an air of intrigue and enigma.
"Tengen?"
The unexpected utterance of the name "Tengen" seemed to hang in the air, a bridge connecting the enigmatic woman's presence to the unfolding scene.
In a matter of moments, Madara's consciousness, which had ventured into the realm linked to Riko Tennei's mind, seamlessly retracted back into his own physical form.
This transition was swift, a seamless reintegration that spanned mere seconds.
Anticipating the potential for such transitions, Madara had shrouded himself in a protective shroud of chakra prior to activating the full extent of his ocular prowess. This strategic precaution aimed to shield him from any external disruptions that might arise during this delicate period of traversing through consciousness.