[Chapter Size: 1900 Words.]
Third Person POV
Northern kingdoms.
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In the middle of the forest, miles away from Cintra, a battle was about to begin at that moment, as both opponents entered their fighting stances. Until now, the sounds dominating the forest had been those of small animals and birds singing in the sky, but suddenly, all fell silent.
A child and an adult man faced each other in that space. Madara, holding a short sword and a kunai in each hand, analyzed his enemy and recognized that he certainly had the stance of a powerful warrior, greater than anyone he had ever faced before.
The only sound Madara could now hear was his own heart beating as his blood continued to boil. He adjusted his feet, while his opponent fixed his gaze, and a millisecond later, Madara moved, exploding and lifting some small stones below him, while lunging forward like a lightning-fast ninja.
He ran with a kunai in his mouth, a kunai in his right hand, and the short sword in his left, approaching, he jumped in the air advancing towards the enemy, while the same waited in the same posture, with Madara thrusting his sword forward while it was covered with chakra, the witcher's sword vibrated as he made a direct and deadly move forward.
The sound of metal resonated through the area as the silver sword with glyphs clashed against the chakra-coated short sword. Madara couldn't help but be surprised by this while he was suspended in the air, since his chakra did nothing to that blade.
"You're good," said the Witcher as the sound continued to echo through the area, and Madara felt himself losing strength as he was still suspended in the air and had to retreat backward.
And still without touching the ground, the Witcher from the School of the Viper advanced against the boy, who quickly defended himself with his kunai in the right hand and tilted it to create an opening, trying to move the enemy's sword to the side and, with his other hand, spin his body and try to hit with the short sword by the side of the witcher.
But, this guy was quick enough to handle it and quickly parried Madara's new attack. Falling backward again while doing a pirouette, as soon as he touched the ground, he quickly went back to attack the man from the School of the Viper, and they rapidly began to fight in a rain of sword attacks.
Metallic sounds began to emerge. To anyone who was watching, seeing a Witcher at that moment fighting against a child who spun in the air several times while moving his kunai and his sword, while keeping a knife in his mouth, they would be amazed seeing this kind of fight that was faster than any other human could do.
No one could compare to these two beings trying to cut each other, in speed and swordplay, even the greatest knights of Cintra would easily fall in the middle of a fight like that. The fight continued while Madara tried to find an opening, and the same was done by the witcher wielding his sword, with it sometimes shimmering.
"Amazing, you are much better than I imagined, but on the other hand, you are very strange, boy. What kind of training did you have to learn these skills and this form of fighting? I've never seen it before, this is not any vampire or any monster," he spoke, admiring, while parrying from right to left, top to bottom, trying to land blows on the opponent with the boy trying to kill him.
"..." Madara did not respond while he was satisfied to fight someone like his current adversary, it was a satisfying feeling to see someone he didn't need to hold back against in a direct attack. His blood was still screaming and clamoring for this fight.
"Your speed is incredible... But at the School of the Viper we also possess great speed!" He declared, while increasing the pressure on the opponent, after all he too was a man specialized in speed, perhaps not as the School of the Cat, but certainly the School of the Viper was faster than the School of the Wolf and the School of the Bear.
Even as he increased his speed, Madara found a slit in the enemy's opening and scratched the man's face with the kunai in his mouth, leaving him surprised while Madara also received a grazing cut on his arm. They did not stop to assess the damage and continued to exchange blows, with only the sound of metal persisting in that part of the forest.
They were more than just two predators trying to eliminate each other, as there were things more important than money at stake here—their emotions in this fight. The man certainly enjoyed challenges, which is why he loved direct attacks.
The same could be said of Madara, as the man before him sought to hunt him. This awakened emotions that he wanted to prove worthy to bear such a name, Uchiha Madara, he had his own arrogant pride, he would not let a Witcher mock him. After all, for Madara, there was nothing in this world that could stop him, no matter if he had only 7% of his abilities.
This continued for a while, as the only sounds in that area were of the wind being sliced and the swords of the two men, trying to cut one another, and the fight carried on just like that for the next 10 minutes.
Blood and sparks flew through the air all the while, however, they were just light cuts, none of them landed a deep wound until, as Madara performed a spin in the air to gain strength above the witcher, the vibration suddenly responded with a signal, using the Ward immediately.
The telekinetic explosion caught him in the air with all the space flying to move away from the witcher and even surprised, he stumbled and threw his kunai at the man almost hitting his shoulder as he moved at the last moment, but still cutting superficially. Madara fell some distance onto a rock, still in his fighting stance.
They finally stopped after intensely fighting each other as they returned to breathing calmly. "That was good, kid, very good," he said, as there were several scratches on his body, the same could be said of Madara.
"Enough dilly-dallying..." Madara decided to speak while still keeping his kunai in his mouth, "You want a direct fight with all our strength, then let's do it."
"That's good... I wanted to test you and I bet you did the same, but this way we'll be here all day. It's time to use all our powers. I want to see you do those things that I've heard so much about, I want to see those red eyes that you've hidden the whole time. Not even the money I will get for your head will be worth the thrill of this battle," he spoke, laughing and satisfied.
Plunging the sword into the ground while Madara watched from a few meters away, he pulled out two potions from a pocket behind his waist. Madara did not stop him, after all, he too wanted this fight. He wanted to prove whether he was really powerful enough to face a man like this, no matter what happened. This battle continued to be a proof for himself.
He watched the witcher taking the potions to his mouth while opening a smile, waiting to see if this man would make him use all his strength, as the man took the two potions.
His eyes began to darken while veins appeared on his forehead, his muscles began to grow a few millimeters, and it didn't stop there as he took a third potion, different from before, as it was a green slime while he again grabbed his sword stuck in the ground and began to spread the liquid on the sword.
"I hope you're not offended, if you want me to fight with everything, I'll use what the School of the Viper stands out for among the other Witcher schools," he said, since the specialty of his school, more than speed, was poison. His sword quickly began to glow more with that green slime shining against the sun.
Madara saw a danger in that and maintained his smile, it was a challenge and he had to be quick and not let that touch him anymore. Then, he positioned himself, spreading his legs and taking his second silver sword, now with his two blades in each hand.
Madara closed his eyes as he entered his stance for a second, and the next moment he opened them, revealing his two dual-toned Sharingan, while the man with dark eyes faced this with a challenge.
"Hahahaha. Interesting, you know, for a witcher, the trade-off we make for our strength is quite costly, after all, we lose the ability to have children and even lose the emotion for many things... we become the perfect kind of weapon to kill monsters, things that not even mages can do like we do. However, when a witcher preserves a type of emotion, he clings to it and becomes almost addicted. You, boy, give me that emotion—a challenge without fear of me, I can see your eyes have the same feeling. This will be an unforgettable fight." He said excitedly, after all, he could have found someone like this, only if it were another witcher, now he had encountered something unknown, something the boy called himself, a Shinobi.
No one would hold back now, the real fight was about to begin, jutsus vs signs, who would come out alive from that place.
Cirilla opened her eyes dazed this morning. She had a serious conversation with Mousesack the day before, something she had not revealed in the last year while Madara was instructing her on using his illusions, she not only answered his questions, but said that she would have a condition to speak the truth about what Madara was doing, which left her stunned as he was after a witcher.
She was first surprised by a witcher being a bad man, unlike her grandmother who, although never ordered to kill Geralt, certainly despised him and for Ciri, Geralt was a model of a witcher, seeing someone act as Mousesack described made her quite furious, now Madara was after him.
However, she talked about what she saw, the fight between them would be intense and her heart felt as if needles were piercing it, just thinking that something might happen to her closest friend.
She slept that night murmuring the name of Madara, wanting to dream about him and see if he was alright, and she did indeed, but found Madara in the middle of a forest, something that shocked her was seeing him lying in a poisoned state, she could tell a lot from what she saw, but it was certainly a very bad vision.
She quickly changed out of her pajamas and ran out of the room before her royal guard could react as she dashed to Mousesack hoping he could help Madara, wherever he might be.