[Chapter Size: 1900 Words.]
Third Person POV
Northern kingdoms.
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"Who is this?" Yennefer looked at Geralt with a strange expression after hearing a name she had never heard before.
"It's hard to explain..." Geralt murmured.
"Then explain." Yennefer said impatiently.
"He's a boy we found in the forest while I was returning to Cintra." He began.
"A boy in the forest? You took him with your daughter of destiny to the capital?" She asked, crossing her arms.
"Not exactly, we found him while he was killing some ghouls..." Geralt commented emotionlessly.
"Killing ghouls...?" Yennefer raised an eyebrow at this.
"As I said, it's hard to explain. Cirilla was in danger and was saved by some kind of throwing knife from the boy, and we saw him spit fire at a group of monsters, destroying them. He not only could spit fire from his mouth, but he also walked upside down and jumped higher than a kikimora." Geralt said while Yennefer looked at him as if a second head had grown on his neck.
"Alright... let's say I believe your words... He was in this vision..." Yennefer began as Geralt nodded.
"Yes, I would like you to tell me exactly what I saw and try to help me." He requested.
"..." She remained silent while just looking at him for a few seconds. "Alright... Let's see what you have in your mind, but it's been so long since we've seen each other... why don't we have something together...?" She spoke with a sparkle in her eye.
Geralt stared at her for a while before nodding dryly. She led him to her room while Yennefer ended up grabbing a bottle of wine.
Dandelion continued singing through the night while earning some coins from his audience. He finally returned to the room but ended up staying outside.
"Geralt!?" He called, knocking on the door, but there was no response. "Where did Geralt go..." He murmured.
"Hey, can you stop shouting?!" One of the doors opened, and a young woman came out with a grumpy face.
Dandelion couldn't be more surprised by a maiden appearing at such a bad moment for him. "Excuse me..." He approached, putting a charming tone in his voice while the young woman looked confused at him.
The night passed, and the next day soon arrived with Geralt waking up naked next to Yennefer, having slept with her after a long time without seeing her.
"You have many new scars..." She commented, looking at him and his body while touching his arm.
"I had some trouble..." Geralt commented calmly while looking into Yennefer's purple eyes.
"Tell me about it later. Let's have some coffee." She said, getting out of bed while Geralt did the same after putting on some clothes.
They spent some time having coffee together until they finished, and Yennefer looked at Geralt, "Let's see this vision of yours now. Let's go to my laboratory." She said and led him to a staircase to a floor below the house.
Geralt was already used to the sight in front of him, mirrors, and magical equipment that Yennefer used to carry everywhere, even in an inn, she would find a way to bring everything.
"Sit in the chair, let's see what I can do." She said.
"You're going to read my mind?" He grumbled.
"What do you expect? I need to know what you saw." She complained while he just nodded.
She placed her hand on Geralt's head while he sat and closed his eyes. "Strange..." She murmured after a few seconds.
"Something wrong...?" Geralt asked, looking with his yellow eyes.
"I can't access the memories... They are fragmented, you remember the vision, but at the same time, you can't recall what you saw, can you?" She asked, and he frowned before nodding since he couldn't remember what he saw, only the feeling he had.
"Let's solve this first..." She said while moving away from him and handling some vials on her table, placing them into a larger one while mixing.
"I'm spending a fortune on you, Geralt, I hope this is worth it." She said, placing a small vial in front of the witcher.
"..." Geralt didn't speak and began to drink.
"This potion makes the mind more malleable... I'm going to try to reconstruct those memories again after they've been fragmented, so don't distract me, Geralt. Otherwise, your mind might be destroyed with me messing with it." She warned, making Geralt frown, but what could he do now that he had already taken the potion?
Yennefer touched Geralt's head again while she began to mold with her hands enveloped in magic. She concentrated as she tried to piece together all the fragments of the vision, wondering why this had happened.
This lasted for two hours until late that morning. She finally succeeded without harming Geralt. "I finally did it." She murmured, looking with a frown at Geralt.
"I didn't become some kind of retard, did I?" Geralt asked in a bad mood.
"You're the one who should say that, not me." Yennefer said while Geralt seemed not to have liked that.
"Come on, it's just a joke, Geralt. Your sense of humor remains as stiff as a stone." She said.
"You succeeded. Can we see? What's in this vision?" He asked, changing the subject.
"Alright, let me have some water and wipe off this sweat." She said while going to the counter to get some water and clean herself.
"Are you ready?" She returned and asked him, who nodded.
"Let's get this over with." He said, and she touched his mind again.
Both of their visions darkened as Yennefer accessed those memories, with both sharing the vision...
"It's all dark... did it work?" Geralt's voice echoed in the darkness after a moment of silence.
"I don't know..." Yennefer was equally confused; there was nothing in that vision but darkness. But suddenly, a voice emerged from the darkness, an older man's voice.
"Awaken to reality!!" The voice echoed through the darkness.
"What is this..." Geralt complained.
"Silence, Geralt! This is the vision you saw." She said while trying to hear what would happen next.
"Nothing will ever go as you wish in this cursed world." The voice emerged again as Geralt and Yennefer remained silent.
Then it continued. "The longer you live, the more you realize that the only things that truly exist in this reality are merely pain, suffering, and futility...."
"...Listen, wherever you look in this world, wherever there is light, there will always be shadows to be found as well. As long as there is the concept of victors, the vanquished will also exist. The selfish desire to preserve peace initiates war, and hatred is born to protect love...."
Yennefer and Geralt didn't know what to make of these words never spoken before, not knowing who the author of these phrases was.
"...There are nexuses, causal relationships that cannot be separated..."
"...I want to cut the destiny of this world..."
"...A world of only victors..."
"...A world of only peace..."
"...A world of only love..."
"...I will create such a world..."
If Geralt and Yennefer were stunned, the last words made them choke, but still, in silence, waiting for the next part.
Suddenly two eyes opened in the darkness, blood-red with patterns they had never seen before. In the center of the eye, there was a black pupil surrounded by an intense red ring. Around the pupil, three curved lines extended outward, each ending in a solid circle.
"...I am... the ghost of the Uchiha..."
Geralt and Yennefer were mesmerized as those two enormous eyes looked at them. The eye began to change, from its center a new pattern replacing the red and its design with black circles with a purple eye, even the sclera was covered with the eye turning entirely purple with multiple dark circles.
"...Madara Uchiha..."
"For truly this reality... is hell..."
The vision finally ended as Geralt and Yennefer found themselves back in the mage's laboratory again.
Neither of them could say much after seeing that vision, while both looked at each other at that moment, "What the hell was that...?" This was the only thing they could think of after breaking the silence.
While Geralt and Yennefer tried to understand what they had just seen, thousands of kilometers away, returning to Cintra, but not to the capital, a few kilometers from it, in a castle, a man was sitting in his chair while waiting for his guard to approach the door.
"My lord... are you sure about hiring someone like him..." A guard advised his lord, but he raised his hand to interrupt his speech.
"Don't worry, they are the best for the job. I have been looking for one of them for a year, and finally, one has agreed to take my request." This man was none other than Lord Rushford himself, who had received no news of his son for more than a year. After an investigation, he discovered what happened that night.
"My lord." The guard finally opened the door, "I brought him." He said while opening the door wider, with the guard and a hooded man passing through it.
"So, you are one of them...?" Lord Rushford asked, trying to see through his hood.
"You could say that." The hooded man spoke in a rough tone.
"You must address Lord Rushford with respect!" The man next to the noble said in a harsh tone while gripping the hilt of his sword. The hooded man didn't seem to care, as a small smile appeared on his face.
"Calm yourself, sir." Lord Rushford said, wanting to stop his knight, while he turned back to the man. "Well, if you are one of them, perfect. I want you to kill someone." The noble spoke in a stern voice.
"Kill a person... you know I'm specialized in killing non-humans..." The hooded man said, sounding like a snake.
"Don't give me that talk, I know your symbol on your neck. You do exactly what I'm asking, so don't test my patience." The castle lord maintained his stern tone for this guest.
"Alright, alright... What do you want me to do...?" He finally asked.
"I want you to kill a boy of 8 or 9 years old... He is in the capital." Lord Rushford said.
"A boy?" The hooded man raised his gaze, his green reptilian eyes looking at the noble, a little surprised by this.
"You can't say he's just any boy. He is a more difficult target than you can imagine after the stories you'll hear. I can even say he is not human. Does that make things easier for you?" The noble asked.
"Fine, it doesn't matter. What's the payment?" He looked into the noble's eyes, which didn't seem to fear those inhuman eyes.
"3,000 gold coins." The noble said, making the man surprised by that, something that could be seen by the other guards and knights present.
"That's quite an unusual amount. I wonder what this child must have done for you to want to hire someone like me, a Witcher..." He said in a venomous tone.
"Don't concern yourself with that, sorcerer. Do you want the job or not?" Lord Rushford was becoming increasingly impatient.
"I will take the job. I just need a name." He said.
"His name is Madara Uchiha. I hope you don't fail in this, after all, I've heard that you Witchers of the Viper school are specialists in assassinations." The noble wanted revenge after learning that his son had been killed, and now might be the time to avenge him.