[Chapter Size: 1800 Words.]
Third Person POV
Cintra, northern kingdoms.
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In a place, a great man moved through the forest, with a girl in dirty clothes by his side as they walked through the area. This man was Geralt of Rivia, a witcher, emerging from the dense Brokilon Forest, accompanied by the young Ciri. The sunlight that penetrated the tree canopy illuminated their path.
Geralt, who usually had an air of dexterity and coolness, seemed contemplative, almost disturbed by his encounter with Ciri, a girl who had been destined for him by the law of surprise. He had found her in the forest, a dangerous and mystical place by the force of destiny, governed by the Dryads, fierce defenders of their domains. Ciri, despite her young age, had entered the forest alone, demonstrating an unusual courage for a child, and found him.
From the first moment their paths crossed in that forest, an inexplicable connection formed between them. Geralt felt a strange bond with the girl, something that went beyond logic or reason, something he never imagined having, after all, he could not have children, but still fought against it.
Ciri, with her natural child's curiosity and inquisitive gaze, looked at Geralt with admiration and a slight trace of trust. She felt safe by the witcher's side, even knowing little about him. There was something about Geralt that attracted her, a sense of familiarity and protection.
They had left the forest after undergoing a test, many things happened in this test, and he and the girl saw many strange things, things about prophecies and visions of the future.
"How is it training to be a witcher?" she asked, looking at Geralt with curious eyes.
"Dangerous," replied Geralt, his expression serious.
"Can I be one too?" she asked, a spark of challenge in her voice.
"No," said Geralt succinctly.
"Why not?" insisted Cirilla, frowning in frustration.
"Because it's dangerous and you could die. And if you survive, you will be infertile," explained Geralt, trying to appear indifferent.
"But I don't want to have children," retorted Cirilla, a bit defiantly.
"Everyone says that at first," Geralt replied, with a slight ironic smile.
"But I want to kill monsters, can you take me with you?" the insistence in her voice was evident.
"No," Geralt kept his response firm.
"You don't feel it, we are connected, you must take me!" Cirilla expressed, her tone becoming more insistent.
"No," Geralt repeated, maintaining calm.
"Didn't you hear those visions?" Cirilla was clearly frustrated.
"Yes," Geralt admitted.
"Then take me to Kaer Mohen!" she demanded.
"No," Geralt said again.
"You're so boring..." Cirilla grumbled, crossing her arms.
Geralt remained silent.
"Tell me, do you know what that vision of the man with red eyes was?" Cirilla changed the subject, her curiosity now focused on Madara.
"I don't know," Geralt replied, pondering the question.
"But didn't the prophecy speak of a man with many types of eyes, black, red, and purple, that he would summon something that would make the entire continent tremble and no force in this world could fight him, even the gods feared him!!! Do you think it's real? Will I meet him?" The girl spoke with a mix of excitement and fear.
"I don't know," Geralt responded, his expression becoming thoughtful.
"But the prophecy said that fate also intertwined him with me!" she concluded, looking at Geralt expecting some response.
"Prophecies are dangerous and most are always misinterpreted, Cirilla, you can't trust them," Geralt spoke with a more severe tone than usual.
"Hm.... but I'm confident that I'll meet this man, could he really shake the continent and make even the gods fear him?" She asked in a dreamy tone.
"I don't know." Geralt sighed with the girl's insistence. And it doesn't help that the journey to Cintra was long.
Finally, after days of travel, they entered the boundaries of Cintra. Cirilla questioned about the trees, the sounds of the birds, and even about the stories that Geralt told around the campfire during the nights to make the girl stop talking all the time. "Geralt, how do you know so much about monsters?" she asked with eyes shining with admiration and curiosity.
"Because I studied for it when I became a witcher."
"Have I ever told you that I want to be like you?" the girl said enthusiastically.
Geralt just sighed, but Cirilla, as always, didn't stop. "Would you take me there one day, Geralt? To see where you learned to be a witcher?"
"Kaer Morhen is no place for princesses, Cirilla," Geralt replied.
Another day, they entered the forest wanting to reach the main road. At one moment, Cirilla started running around playfully in the forest, pretending to be a kind of female witcher fighting against monsters.
"Don't run around like that, Cirilla." Geralt spoke again in a severe tone, but the girl seemed not to care as she played along the way.
She ran into a bush and disappeared from his sight, before letting out a scream. "AHHHHHHH!"
"Cirilla!" Geralt immediately ran, drawing his sword from his back.
He found Cirilla lying on the ground trying to crawl back while a necrophage in front of her writhed, ready to attack the girl. Geralt had no choice but to cast a sign, which would hurt Cirilla too, but at least save her from the attack, since he was still too far to reach her. However, something happened before he could complete the sign.
With a sound of air cutting with a projectile, the necrophage was hit in its head with a strange knife, making it fall back writhing. Cirilla managed to get away a bit from the creature. She did not notice what hit the monster's head, but Geralt frowned, not recognizing it, and he couldn't look back, because that wasn't the only necrophage emerging there.
Three more appeared, and Cirilla was still in danger. However, before Geralt could react, three wooden kunais struck the heads of the monsters, each kunai hitting a necrophage with devastating force, making them fall to the ground writhing like the first.
These kunais, even being made of wood, were charged with chakra, penetrating the defense of those monsters. In a matter of seconds, the threat was temporarily neutralized, because only Kunai reinforced with chakra could not kill necrophages.
Cirilla, still trying to recover from the fright, turned towards where the kunais had been thrown, and where Geralt was also looking attentively, ready to defend himself if the one who attacked the necrophages was also an enemy.
At the top of one of the trees, hanging upside down from a robust branch, was a boy. His posture defied gravity, as if he were stuck to the branch, a skill that defied all the laws of nature that Ciri knew. His scarlet eyes shone intensely, standing out in the twilight of the forest.
Geralt frowned, analyzing the scene with caution. He was used to extraordinary phenomena and supernatural beings, but the sight of the boy hanging upside down and having that kind of pair of eyeballs was unusual, even for him.
Cirilla, on the other hand, was completely stunned. "Red eyes... Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. The boy in the tree seemed like something out of a legend or fairy tale – something she never imagined could truly exist.
The boy simply detached from the tree, and as he fell through the air, he turned his body with a somersault and landed on his feet from 6 meters without caring about the height that should have broken the legs of any other boy. Upon touching the ground, he straightened up, his eyes still glowing with intense red. "My name is Madara Uchiha," he said, his voice calm and measured.
Madara looked towards Geralt, then to Ciri, and finally at the four necrophages on the ground. "I was chasing these creatures, hoping to find their nest to destroy it, but it seems our paths crossed at this moment," Madara commented calmly.
Geralt remained alert, still holding his sword. He knew that, in the world they lived in, encountering someone with such extraordinary abilities could mean both a blessing and a threat.
Cirilla, recovering from the initial shock, looked at Madara with curiosity and a bit of fear. "How did you do that?" she asked, referring to the way he was hanging in the tree.
Madara looked at them with a slight smile. "There are many things in the world that are difficult to explain," he replied. "But for now, you should move away from the fallen creatures, my weapons will only delay them for a while, they will start to rise again soon." Madara spoke, moving towards that side.
Ciri saw the necrophages beginning to writhe on the ground again and she quickly stood up and went behind Geralt.
Geralt nodded in agreement. "Seems so," he said. "Let's continue. Together, we might better face the dangers that await us."
"You will need either fire or silver to kill them," the witcher said to the boy, walking to the spot.
"Then I'm lucky to have one of them." Madara commented with a smile, as he began to form seals with his hands.
"What is he doing?" Cirilla quickly asked, showing some admiration for the boy with red eyes.
"I don't know..." Geralt admitted, he didn't think the boy was playing at something, but what he was doing was quite strange to him.
When Madara completed the seals, his cheeks swelled with chakra and air, before he blew out a blast with his fire jutsu, hitting all the bodies of the fallen necrophages on the ground as they began to scream in pain.
"What is that?! Can he spit fire?!" Cirilla exclaimed with wide eyes.
"..." Geralt did not respond, but frowned at that.
Madara continued to release his jutsu, while his mouth spat flames for a few seconds before he released his jutsu.
"I guess that solves the problem..." Madara observed the immobile and disintegrating bodies with his flames now, satisfied with that.
"I guess we're done here, I'll be leaving. I need to find the nest of these monsters and would do it now without them." He spoke and quickly began to move.
"Wait?!" Cirilla shouted, but Madara didn't stop, jumping between the trees to find his objective. It had been 6 months since he had entered these forests, his chakra control had increased a lot, even being able to put this energy into objects, but he was still at 1% in his system, not knowing how he could improve even more and unleash more powers.
"Meeting Geralt and Ciri is quite unexpected..., but anyway, there's no reason we have this interaction now." Madara murmured and continued jumping with his feet wrapped in chakra, and he didn't even imagine how he had left an impact on the Witcher and princess duo as he jumped through the air in the forest.