[Chapter Size: 2100 Words.]
Third Person POV
Cintra, northern kingdoms.
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Madara entered the room and activated the system, sitting on the bed, he placed all the thousand gold coins into the system, quickly receiving another notification.
"Mission 1 - Gather 5000 gold coins - Progress (3150/5000) 63%"
"You have received 1% of Madara's peak strength!"
------System------
Peak Power: 4%
Chakra: 400 Chakra (Equivalent to a high genin.)
- Note: Chakra is the vital energy used to perform Jutsus. It must be managed carefully.
Sharingan: 1 Tomoe
- Note: Allows enhanced perception and the ability to anticipate basic movements of the enemy.
Mangekyo Sharingan: [Locked]
Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan: [Locked]
Rinnegan: [Locked]
Common Jutsus:
- Substitution Jutsu.
Fire Jutsus:
- Katon: Hōsenka no Jutsu (Fire Technique: Phoenix Flower Jutsu)
- Description: Allows the user to spit multiple balls of fire in quick succession. Requires practice for improvement.
- Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu (Fire Technique: Great Fireball Jutsu)
- Description: Launches a large fireball with the breath from the lungs. Requires practice for improvement.
Wind Jutsus:
(NEW) Fūton: Kabe -
- Description: Allows the user to create a slight air current around them, which can deflect light projectiles or increase the user's mobility and speed.
Wood Jutsus: [Locked]
He saw he received a new jutsu, unlocking the wind category. 'This isn't very useful for me, however, I can't complain about increasing my arsenal of jutsus,' he murmured internally.
'However, I feel increasingly stronger...' He noticed his increase in chakra; this system didn't deliver 50 points of chakra from 1% to 2%, it went up from 150 to 400 now that he reached 4%, achieving the peak of a common genin in the Naruto universe.
Putting the system aside, Madara decided to rest a bit, he was in this place for now and could spend some time resting.
The next day he woke up calmly and left the room, some servants told him where the castle courtyard was, and he went to train a bit.
The soldiers didn't approach him, after all, they were cautious with the child who killed a monster while not even the only 3 knights of the lands of Hugkil died brutally.
Madara just kept training his swordsmanship alone, that is until someone approached him, and it was none other than a young man with black hair, who had pulled some traits from his mother.
"Young Luk. You shouldn't be here," a servant approached and spoke sternly to the boy.
"Don't talk to me right now, get out of here!" The boy spoke with a somber tone, surprising the servant as she stepped back a bit in fear, "I was looking for you, finally found you," the young man murmured, approaching Madara, ignoring the servant who was now quite distant.
"Hello," he said upon getting close.
"Hm," Madara nodded his head without saying much.
"Are you as strong as my father says?" the boy asked, losing the timidity of yesterday.
"Depends on how your father described me," Madara commented, not liking the attitude of this child very much.
"He said you would be stronger than any soldier here," the boy continued. "Can you fight a soldier for me to see?" the boy said.
"I'm not a piece of theater," Madara simply said and turned his back before starting to train his swordsmanship.
"What do you...?!" The boy got irritated with Madara's attitude.
"What do you think you are doing disobeying the young lord, dog?" A man in armor spoke approaching.
"Simple, unlike you, I am not your dog," Madara didn't even look at the man while he continued training.
The men around were quite surprised by Madara's attitude, the man even more irritated after hearing that.
"Who are you calling a dog, since the young lord wants a fight, why not prove your sword with me?" This man declared, for him Madara was just a child who for some reason he didn't believe, managed to save Hugkil and his son while the monster was killed.
Madara sighed, seeing he would have to deal with this man. "If you want a fight, then let's have one," he declared.
The man smiled, intending to show that this child whom everyone believed to be a wizard, was a farce; he didn't intend to kill Madara, after all, he was fighting a child, but it would be enjoyable to humiliate him.
Madara pulled his sword from the dummy and turned to the man, pointing at him. "My name is Sir Gustini," said the man, and Madara knew he was not a knight, after all, according to the boy, all the knights of these lands were dead.
The boy, Luk Hugkil, nodded by the side, satisfied. He was angry at Madara because this child was born ambitious in his heart, and when he received the news of his father and brother's deaths, he was happy inside, but he did not let his malevolent personality show in public. Therefore, near his parents, he was shy. However, he resented this little boy whom his father said had saved them when all was lost.
The man, not waiting any longer while staring at Madara, launched an attack on the ninja, who used his small sword and deflected the medieval sword with a sound of metal, but Gustini did not stop, he launched another attack and Madara, even without using the Sharingan, could handle the man.
Not satisfied with this and even a bit frustrated, Gustini began to launch a series of assaults against the child, who remained defensive, but didn't seem to have any trouble dealing with the adult's attacks.
Everyone began to comment and even laugh at Gustini, after all, the man was being stopped by a child. As Madara thought about how to rebuff another attack, he decided it was time to end this. He began to attack as well, causing the man to take a few steps back with the sudden onslaught.
Madara launched attacks with such speed that the man had to assume a defensive posture, retreating as Madara launched attacks from the right, left, and front.
Luk looked on, stunned, wondering how a child smaller than him could be so strong. He saw Madara hitting the man's foot, cursing his armor as he felt the impact and fell to the ground.
"AHH!" The man screamed, but Madara did not stop; when he doesn't like someone, he tends to give a bit more of a beating. He delivered a punch with his free hand, hitting the man directly in the face, as he was not wearing a helmet.
His chin went directly back with the force of the boy, making him fall to the ground unconscious. The place fell silent immediately.
In the midst of that silence, Madara sheathed his sword and began to leave the place, seeing no more need to stay there.
"Mr. Madara..." A young servant approached with fear in her eyes towards the boy.
"Yes?"
"Lord Hugkil has invited you to have lunch with his family, so I came to inform you that your clothes have been placed inside your room," the woman said, and Madara nodded.
He returned to his room and was given another bath to remove the sweat he had perspired in the training yard, getting ready to go to lunch with the noble family.
The place was rich in various fruits, meat, and other kinds of food. It was the first time he had witnessed a noble lunch, but it was nothing beyond what he expected.
"Come, Madara! Join us," the man spoke, and Madara nodded, sitting down in the place that was designated as a place of honor. Lord Hugkil proved to be a very generous man, especially to those to whom he owed his life. His oldest son was more reserved; he had a certain fear of Madara, while his wife also seemed reserved but very smart. However, Madara had a different view of the youngest, who stared at him, despite showing the same shyness as yesterday in front of his parents. Madara could see the malice in him but left it aside, after all, it was not his problem.
"I heard you hit a soldier today, which is expected," the man said, laughing, and Madara just nodded.
"Now eat at your leisure; I want to show you my estate later," he said, and Madara nodded, eating quietly.
The rest of the lunch went smoothly, with Madara eating and answering some incessant questions from Lord Hugkil, with most of the answers being monosyllabic.
Later, Madara went out with the noble and his older son, the man began to tell everything about his land since the time of his grandfather, and what he intended to do in his generation and later with his son Victor.
The afternoon had begun to end, and they returned to the castle after being escorted through many places of their land.
"Are you really going to leave? Wouldn't you like to stay another night?" Lord Hugkil asked when Madara announced his departure.
"I'm leaving, I need to return to Cintra, and there's no problem traveling at night, after all, I can take care of myself," Madara said, and the noble nodded, albeit reluctantly, he would respect this boy.
Madara then went back to the room to pick up his clothes before leaving. "Wait!" He heard a voice calling him and saw the 10-year-old blond boy in the hallway, just the two of them at that moment.
"What is it?" Madara asked, narrowing his eyes.
"I saw you fight, how about you join me?" the boy asked.
"I'm not interested," he said and turned to go to the room.
"You don't understand, do you? You might have saved us, but I will inherit these lands from my brother, I won't be a second son," the boy began, and he had a quite evil tone, even for Madara, not that it affected him.
"I don't care," he said.
"I can make you rich! These lands will just be the beginning, I'll make Princess Cirilla marry me and I will take the throne of Cintra, you'll have everything you want!" the boy insisted as if that was possible in his head.
"As I said, I don't care about any of that," Madara shrugged once more.
"You dare disobey me, when I become a king, I will send people to hunt you down!" the boy shouted.
"If you want to hunt me, feel free, but pray I don't find you because I will do it and I will kill you when that happens," Madara was no longer calm, he exuded pure threat and the boy was frozen when Madara showed his sharingan as soon as he finished his words turning to him.
"Remember these eyes, because the day you stand in my way, will be the last thing you will see in your life," he said and continued to walk without further care for the boy still standing there.
He returned to his room and grabbed the rest of his things before jumping through the window and going to the courtyard where Lord Hugkil was waiting for him with his older son by his side.
"I'm leaving," Madara spoke, and the man nodded.
"Good luck. You will always be welcome here. So come visit us," the man spoke and shook the boy's hand.
Madara nodded, and Victor also shook his hand, although they didn't exchange any words, however, Madara passed by him without failing to say a few things. "I have nothing to do with your family's problems, perhaps we'll never see each other again, however, be careful with your younger brother, he's ambitious enough to backstab you one day, goodbye." Madara said these words, surprising Victor, who turned around, but Madara had already left at that moment, jumping over the wall and running towards Cintra without taking the horse that Lord Hugkil wanted to give him.
Racoon here:
You might be wondering what these two chapters with the Hugkil family were about, I will use them in the future, after all, I need to add a bit of immersion to this world so that it really feels like the Witcher with all kinds of intrigue. Besides, the Hugkils don't exist, they are some OCs that I put in since there isn't much information about the nobles of Cintra.