[Chapter Size: 2000 Words.]
Third Person POV
Cintra, northern kingdoms.
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While Madara was the subject of discussion among the royalty of Cintra, Madara had slept a bit in an abandoned place he found.
He woke up quite dirty due to his fight from yesterday. "I must find new clothes... And take a bath..." He thought and got up from the bed he slept in, yawning.
The fight from the previous night had spent much of his chakra, even with the increase of 2% from Madara. Still, he continued using the Sharingan and chakra to fight that gang, some unfortunately fled, but he didn't have to deal with his condition, since his eyes returned to normal only the next morning without any discomfort.
His stomach growled at that moment, "I guess I should get by here a bit, should I now stay in Cintra or leave it?" Madara murmured.
Not knowing the answer to that at the moment, he walked to the window and jumped to the roof of the neighboring building, he keeps jumping while the city seemed to be coming to life at that moment, he headed to the opposite side of the district where Greg and the others were, since this region would probably be talking about him.
He followed to an area where the houses were prettier and larger, an area where the nobility resided, due to the higher location of the city, people dressed differently and Madara ended up circling the area until he found a house where there was a boy his age at the window, making an ideal target, he waited for the boy to leave the room, before entering through the morning guards unnoticed and invading his room. Madara grabbed a bag from the room and put on less conspicuous clothes of the noble boy for him to wear.
"How can these nobles wear clothes like this and think they're beautiful!" Madara looked at the strange clothes and murmured, he knew that in any medieval society, colors mean beauty, he could see that in the noble's room while there were all kinds of warm colors, but the clothes were exaggerated while they seemed to have balloon sleeves, making Madara discard that type of clothing while looking at the wardrobe. He ended up choosing the most discreet clothes and in black or similar colors with a more common designer like trousers and common shirts, Madara knew these nobles wouldn't miss clothes like that.
He knew he was stealing here, but who cared about that, he had to survive. Leaving the place, he found a bathhouse like a sauna, he sneaked into the building again, which was tall and had the possibility of walking on the walls unseen, he passed through the women's bathroom where there were several naked women, and found an empty bathtub, he just threw his bag with new clothes aside and started to finally take off his clothes to clean himself.
Thus, a six-year-old boy took advantage of relaxing in that place while on the other side of the doors people had no idea of Madara's presence, of course, this did not last long, as soon as he saw movements of people approaching that bathtub, he had to leave while grabbing a clean towel on a bench and jumping onto the roof again.
"Hm?! Why is this water so dirty!? Guren! Clean this bathtub!" A fat man shouted when he saw his favorite bathtub with water a little dirty and seeming to have been used in a short time.
Meanwhile, Madara changed his clothes while leaving the bathhouse unseen, he returned to the city and began to walk through the streets with his black eyes and clothes that matched him.
"Hm? What do you want, kid?" Madara entered an inn and the man behind the counter looked at him askew, wondering what a boy wanted with him.
"I'd like to buy my first meal." Madara said, placing a coin on the counter.
The man still looked at him suspiciously, while taking the coin to make sure it was real. "Strange... A little boy buying a meal on his own, I would say you stole this if you weren't wearing quite expensive clothes... but money is money... But I don't want your parents to come here bothering me later, you hear, kid?" He murmured and Madara nodded calmly.
The next moment, Madara sat eating his meal, which was a stew, something very welcome after months of eating only what the Cintra forest could provide.
He enjoyed his meal for a while until the door opened with some armed guards. They approached the owner. "Serem! How are things?" One of the guards spoke.
"Hello captain, the usual?" Serem, the innkeeper spoke while seeing the guard nod, he always provided a meal to the city guards and patrols in the morning, this gave a certain protection to his establishment.
"How are things going, I heard there was a big fire on the other side of the city." Serem commented wanting information, as this was another business he took care of here.
"Yes, we don't know much, since it's the soldiers from the other side of the city who are dealing with it, however, Queen Calanthe has issued a search order against a child, can you believe it?" The captain laughed.
"A child?" The innkeeper looked interested.
"Yes, they say it's not a child, but a monster in its form, at the barracks they are saying he massacred a gang in the city, but the order is just for a search, our queen wants the child or whatever it is alive." Said the guard still with humor, finding the situation quite hilarious.
"Let me see... This seems to be interesting."
"Show him, recruit." The man beside the captain took out the paper as soon as his captain asked and extended it in front of the innkeeper.
"Hmm... This image is a bit strange." Serem couldn't help but murmur. It was the image of a boy, but he had devilish features and red eyes. 'I don't know why, but this reminds me...' The innkeeper turned his face to where Madara had sat, finding only the empty table with the eaten dish. 'Where is that child? He left without me seeing him?' The man scratched his head confused.
"Any problem, Serem?" The captain asked following his gaze to the empty table.
"No... everything's fine... It's nothing." Serem spoke returning to converse with the guard about other subjects and trying to catch new information from the city and the district they were in.
Meanwhile, Madara walked through the streets calmly with his hands in his pockets and his bag of clothes on his back. 'They made an image of me and are looking for me... That's understandable after some members of Fred's gang escaped alive...' Madara murmured internally.
He wasn't worried about walking openly through the city, since the image they created of him didn't seem to denounce him much beyond him being a child while he kept his sharingan deactivated.
His hand went to his pocket, with a single Kunai left from his attack, he needed to acquire more and needed a blacksmith for that. "In this district, there are only bathhouses, brothels, and inns..." He thought, since he was in the richer area of the city, where the nobles were, he went to an alley away from eyes and jumped as soon as he entered on top of the roofs and headed to the south side of the city where there were blacksmiths according to his memories.
Arriving at a place after traveling a few kilometers for a few minutes, he arrived on a street full of people working with wood, forges, and handicrafts, he found a dwarf in a workshop with a forge and approached.
The dwarf seeing the brat approaching, let his bad mood show. "You're dressed too well for the brats that come looking to learn my trade, but I'll tell you now, I don't take apprentices!" Exclaimed the dwarf angrily.
Madara raised an eyebrow. "I'm here to request your services, dwarf. If that's a problem, I can look for another blacksmith then." Madara spoke calmly, much more than a child should speak, making the dwarf a bit taken aback.
"And what do you want?" He became interested in what the boy might ask of him.
"I want you to create this type of weapon, but it has to have a certain weight, this is a wooden mold." Madara spoke handing the kunai to the man that he had created with the heaviest tree he found in the forest.
"What is this? I've never seen anything like it. Is this a kind of knife?" The dwarf said, studying the wooden kunai.
"You could say that, I need you to make at least 20." Madara spoke.
"20? It won't be cheap, boy. I want 100 gold coins for that, can you pay?" The dwarf said, crossing his arms.
Madara pulled out a pouch from his pocket and began tossing the coins into his hand, leaving the dwarf surprised by this. "Here are 150 gold coins, I want you to create a small sword, I know you can make one suitable for my size." He said.
"20 weird knives and a small sword? What do you plan on doing with this, kid, a massacre? I don't know what's in these strange knives..." The dwarf murmured almost demanding an answer from the child.
"Don't worry about it, just focus on doing what I asked, and..." Madara looked at him seriously and took the kunai back before the dwarf could react. "I hope you don't break our agreement." Madara spoke, throwing the kunai into the stone wall next to the workshop, the kunai with a small sound of breaking stone, buried into the wall leaving the dwarf open-mouthed.
"What the hell was that!?" He practically screamed, looking at that simple wooden knife embedded in stone. He had never imagined something like this and now understood why the child wanted 20 of those knives made of metal.
This made him think of the child and a chill ran down his spine wondering what kind of monster in the form of a child he had just made a deal with, turning his gaze forward, the boy had disappeared leaving him even more alarmed.
"What kind of demon have I just done business with..." He murmured, looking at the 150 gold coins.
Madara continued walking through the streets, there were already posters of his supposed appearance around this area, which made him laugh a bit at the appearance they described him. He moved his face back and felt some people following him. He continued walking calmly, until he found an alley where he waited for his pursuers to also enter.
"The kid went into the alley alone?" Said a man from the gang of this part of the city.
"Seems so, let it be. Let's go after him."
"But isn't that strange?"
"Who cares, it's just a kid, must be a noble's son lost on this side of the city, we might get some money and Murty might also be interested, did you see the kid's fancy clothes?"
So they entered the alley, not even realizing the boy was already breaking their necks using his fists and kicks, "Seems this gang is looking for kids... Maybe I should have more luck with them." Madara thought while looking at the bodies and thought about acting against another of the 4 gangs of the city, Murty's gang, also called Los Sanguenarios.
Raccoon Here:
I don't know if there were dwarves in Cintra, but I added one here, let me know if I'm wrong.
I changed the format a bit of how I write, what do you guys think, did you notice the difference, is it better or worse?