Madara stepped out of the guild, his newly issued adventurer card tucked securely in his pocket. In this New world, the card served not just as a license to take on quests and claim rewards but also as an identity—a formal acknowledgment of his presence in this new world.
For someone like Madara, he wasn't that much worried about the identity though but still It marked his first step in this new world.
The cobblestone streets of the city bustle with activity, but Madara paid little attention to the noise or the crowd.
His mind was elsewhere, focused on some other certain things.
He needed to return to the inn to retrieve the money he had left in his room. While he doubted anyone would dare to steal from his place, given the reputation he'd already he apuld have gotten with his recent stunt with those hooligans and the other, the thought didn't bother him much even if it happened.
After all, he could easily "recover" his funds from a bandit or two during his upcoming goblin information gathering quest.
As he walked, Madara took in the city around him. Despite his sharp eyes and analytical mind, there wasn't much in this place to impress him.
On the contrary it disgusted him.
The culture here felt disgusting, the people racism against other races. He couldn't help but wonder if the rest of the world would be equally disgusted or if there were places beyond this city worth going to.
Well they would be… at least better than this place.
He was going to leave this city but before he did that he would reform this town by at least getting rid of this stench called slavery here.
The only area he'd seen outside the city walls was the forest where he had first awakened, and even that had been little more than a couple of hours.
His thoughts wandered to the children he had brought to the inn. What should he do with them?
The idea of finding an orphanage for them had crossed his mind, but he wasn't sure if such a place was a good idea seeing the other race being so discriminated against other races on a daily basis.
Orphanage would be no different.
but still he has to think of a way for them to live outside without them being harmed.
They can't live with him as they even avoided speaking to him, there was fear present in their hesitant movements and downcast eyes.
The incident with the girl at the inn had only made things worse, solidifying his image in their minds as someone as a monster maybe.
Not that they were entirely wrong. Madara wasn't the type to care for others, but he was kind yowards children.
But he didn't know what to do. Can he even raise those children if he took them under.
The only time he had ever saved and raised a child for quite a while was when he rescued Obito, and even that had been a calculated move for his larger plans.
Compassion and care were not his strong suits. Yet, he wasn't completely indifferent either. He would ensure the children were taken care of even if it was not by him, at least until they reached an age where they could fend for themselves. That much, he could manage.
By the time his thoughts shifted back to the task at hand, he had already reached the inn. The familiar building loomed before him, and without hesitation,
Madara pushed open the door and stepped inside. The dining area was filled with the sound of clinking utensils and hushed conversations.
Those eating turned their heads briefly to glance at him, but their gazes quickly darted away. His presence commanded a certain silence, born not out of respect but out of fear. None dared to whisper about him, not after witnessing how he dealt with those who had crossed him—or the girl.
Ignoring the tense atmosphere, Madara made his way up the stairs to his room. The wooden boards creaked slightly under his weight, but the sound was drowned out by the muffled conversations below. Reaching his door, he opened it to find the children inside, sitting on the bed and eating the food that had been served when he was leaving.
At the sound of the door, the children froze, their gazes snapping to him. Their eyes were wide, and their movements halted mid-bite. One of the younger kid even dropped his spoon onto the plate, the clatter breaking the silence.
Madara took a step inside, his gaze sweeping over the group. The food on one plate, spread out on the bed, looked mostly untouched despite their attempts to eat it.
He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "You can eat it. I'm not hungry. I'll be going out for a few hours to take care of something work-related. I'll be back by evening or night," he said evenly. His tone carried no warmth, but neither was it harsh. It was simply matter-of-fact.
The children stayed silent, their hands frozen mid-air with food still on their forks. They stared at him, their expressions a mixture of fear and uncertainty.
Madara frowned slightly, his sharp gaze narrowing as he asked, "Don't go outside the inn. If you need anything, ask the lady downstairs or the owner of this place. Understand?"
The children exchanged quick glances, but none of them spoke. Their mouths, still stuffed with food, hung slightly open as though they weren't sure what to do. Madara's irritation flickered for a moment, though it didn't show on his face.
"Huh? Understand or not?" he asked again, his calm voice rising just enough to make it clear he expected an answer.
At this, the children jolted, hurriedly nodding their heads. The timid girl among them swallowed her food hastily, nearly choking in her rush, before stammering out, "Y-yes… sir."
The others quickly nodded along in agreement, their movements stiff and exaggerated.
Madara raised an eyebrow at the formality. "Sir?" he muttered to himself before shrugging. "Well, whatever."
With that, he turned his attention to the small chest near the corner of the room, where he had stashed his money. He crouched down, opened it, and began counting out what he needed for the journey ahead. Behind him, the children remained silent, watching him with wide eyes, their postures still rigid.
Once he finished, Madara straightened up, pocketing the coins. He cast one final glance at the group. "don't cause any trouble," he said simply before heading for the door. As he left, the children finally exhaled, their tense shoulders relaxing as they resumed eating, albeit much quieter than before
Hmm… He wasn't that much scary to be honest… right?