[Chapter Size: 2500 Words.]
Third Person POV
Northern kingdoms.
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[Author here: This fight deserves at least a song like Naruto Classic OST - Strong and Strike]
"Hahahaha." The witcher began to laugh at that moment with a cheerful smile on his face. "My name is Torin, known as the viper. Boy, tell me your name, boy, before I can kill you!" He spoke, his expression strange.
"Madara Uchiha." Madara replied, keeping his eyes fixed on his opponent, his sharingan shining like never before.
"Let's begin." The witcher said, and the next moment, he drew a sign at high speed. A rock that was above him flew with the explosion of Aard's telekinesis, heading towards Madara at high speed.
Madara quickly jumped, touching his hand to the stone as he gave a boost and somersaulted past it, stepping on the ground before advancing toward the side of the witcher.
He began to walk around the opponent through the rocks, performing many high-speed flips like a blur here and there, passing through natural obstacles. Meanwhile, the witcher watched the child with a curious look, waiting for him to attack.
Suddenly Madara moved his hands at high speed as he pulled ninja stars from his pockets and began to throw them with the sound of air cutting as he advanced against the witcher.
"What are these things?" He asked, surprised, examining those things advancing against him while he had never seen such throwing objects.
He moved his sword, striking directly at those black objects, feeling the weight of the attack. 'He threw those things just with his hands...? That is really powerful...' He had to admit, with a look of admiration.
"Let's see if you can handle this..." He spoke and took his crossbow strapped to his back and began to aim at Madara, as he calculated his trajectory.
As the bolt went at high speed towards Madara, he spun his sharingan while dodging the attack by moving his body and jumped into a tree, running through it jumping to the next and more bolts began to advance towards him, with Madara easily dodging all of them.
"You are as fast as a snake..." The witcher spoke, keeping his eyes locked on Madara the entire time, while he continued firing bolts with his crossbow.
Meanwhile, Madara jumped upwards passing the tree and quickly turned his body, dodging the shots and quickly took one of his Shuriken from his back, while he unlocked it and it opened forming a 4-pointed blade, he began to spin it and moved his arm throwing it.
The witcher saw that thing flying perfectly in his direction after making a curve, with him making a surprised expression with that huge object spinning at high speed approaching. With no choice, he used the Quen sign, to create a powerful shield that blocked the attack. That caused a quite dangerous explosion as soon as both exploded.
As soon as the shield stabilized and disappeared, the Witcher saw Madara doing several hand signs no longer in the trees, as he had arrived close to him.
The witcher of the viper school frowned, wondering what he was doing. Quickly, Madara finished a fire jutsu and launched a torrent of flames from his mouth.
'This is quite dangerous,' The Witcher murmured internally, as the flames in large quantity flew towards him, making another sign of Quen, protecting from the flames as they hit his shield hard.
This made the scene for the Witcher to be blinded with the flames shining in front of him, as soon as the flames stopped running to another location and his shield finally stopped, showing flames burning all around him. The witcher turned quickly because a moment later, Madara jumped over the fire, quickly showing his two short swords, and once again, they entered a sword battle with flames all around, as sparks began to appear in the midst of that chaos.
This sword fight was much more intense than the last they had, with neither of them holding back, while Madara used his two swords to parry that of the witcher.
'He can keep up,' the witcher was surprised as they fought at high speed and he saw his sword glowing with glyphs embedded in it, which gave additional speed, especially since he had used a potion that strengthened his body and put him on another level.
Madara kept up while in the middle of that fight and the witcher saw that those eyes had some kind of influence on it, after all, he watched his red eyes spinning, moving from side to side, following the entire fight and even predicting movements.
"Hahahahaha! Interesting!" He began to laugh, excited by the intensity of the fight, as they continued with it and Madara began to move differently.
"Hey, what are you doing?!" The witcher couldn't be more stunned by that.
"I'm learning your swordsmanship..." Madara spoke calmly while copying that fighting style, leaving the witcher floored with that.
'Where did this monster come from?' was his only thought as he began to press harder, what kind of opponent learns your swordsmanship in the middle of your fight?!
At one moment, the witcher found an opening and drove his sword straight into Madara's chest... But instead of seeing blood, there was an explosion from the child's body, with him realizing he had stabbed his sword into a log.
'What the hell is this!?' He cut off that thought and quickly withdrew it, moving to the side, since all his instincts told him to turn around.
The boy had jumped on him from that side while reappearing. Madara moved his body and spun as he got close and the Witcher even managed to defend against the first blade, but Madara cut his shoulder with the second, a bit deeper than the first fight.
The witcher quickly began to draw a sign in the air, and a telekinetic explosion happened the next moment, while Madara fell backward passing through the flames and disappearing.
However, as the witcher waited for Madara to appear again, he felt something coming from the other side and saw Madara coming from behind with a small knife in his hands, he was quick to draw the Igni sign, generating an explosion and catching the child, but as soon as the fire hit him, he turned into smoke and disappeared.
"What is this...?" The witcher was surprised by this once again, with the knife falling to the ground without the Boy and again, a new Madara emerged at his side, and he hit him once more, turning into smoke, another and another Madara also appeared.
"What's going on... what kind of magic is this?" The witcher questioned again and more and more Madara appeared, until he began to see two at the same time.
"He's not using teleportation... he's... multiplying?!" The Witcher had to exclaim, and felt new flames coming behind him, and used Quen again to protect himself from the fire attack.
As soon as the attack had stopped, he found himself surrounded with 4 Madaras at the same time fighting against him, some did not have Kunais and used taijutsu to hit him, which struck him in the chest making him roll back, and launch Aard again, catching two and another two still advancing against him.
'I'm getting at a disadvantage like this...' He murmured internally, while he saw himself losing and receiving hits in the growing numerical disadvantage, Torin focused on concentrating all his energy and experience as a witcher in finding something that could win this fight against this strange child.
He found himself pressured as more clones appeared, he quickly began to channel. "Enough playing around," he said, while quickly drawing a sign in the air. He cast the Yrden sign, creating a magical trap that glowed in a vibrant purple tone on the ground around him.
Some of Madara's clones advanced, but as they crossed the Yrden's boundary, their movement slowed drastically, as if moving underwater, Torin took advantage of this gap, delivering precise blows with his sword, dissipating those clones into clouds of smoke.
"I've learned a few tricks too," Torin spoke, after all, he was over 90 years old, he had specialized in some things, even changing his Yrden to create that special effect after many decades of training.
The original Madara saw this ability of the opponent and decided to launch another Shuriken. He jumped into the air and threw it again, the shuriken passing through the still burning fire, the witcher looked at Madara aiming for his head, he didn't use a sign this time, after all, he was running low on energy, and dodged.
But then something emerged, as he passed by the shuriken, it exploded and a Madara came out of it, aiming his short sword towards the man's face and with his sword in the other hand from that side, he couldn't do it in time, as he saw the blade running towards him.
Madara was surprised when he drove the sword into the hand that the witcher used to defend from his attack, stopping just inches from his eye, with the hand gushing a lot of blood.
"You bastard... that hurt a lot, but it's over and it was fun." He spoke and moved his hand with the sword over Madara who was still trapped with the sword embedded in the witcher's hand, while even with the sword stuck, he managed to squeeze Madara's hand shut.
Madara sensed the danger as soon as he saw that sword coming towards him, his sharingan spun at that moment, as he moved his body at the last instant dodging the attack while the sword grazed his arm, he quickly kicked with a chakra-coated leg making the witcher fall backward as teeth came out of his mouth.
The witcher and Madara fell backwards. "You're making things so much fun!" The man spoke laughing as he got up and Madara did a backflip. His gaze fell on the arm, with the cut.
"Hahahaha! My poison will soon start to take effect, will you even manage to kill me, boy?" The witcher taunted, as he quickly took another potion from his pocket and drank it while dodging a Kunai with Madara trying to prevent this.
"I don't even know if I'll survive this, but I want this fight to be epic!!" The witcher spoke as new veins began to swell throughout his body, with his skin even turning darker.
"I WILL KILL YOU!!!" An animalistic roar came from the witcher while Madara frowned, his sword glowing while his hand began to bleed black blood, like a slime.
"Let's continue our fight!!!" The witcher shouted and took the initiative to attack Madara, while moving through the still burning flames and Madara also advanced with his swords, the fight once again continued.
"We must go!!!" Ciri immediately shouted in the druid's laboratory, she seemed desperate to the point of crying.
"I know, but you need to focus where you saw Madara." Mousesack asked hoping she would do that.
"I'm trying!!!" She spoke while quickly closing her eyes, hoping her strange powers could tell where Madara would be on a map in front of them.
She pointed her finger searching for the place and while Mousesack watched, he saw the princess's finger glow green with a small light, and it began to move on its own until it stopped at a point.
"HERE!!!" She shouted immediately, while Mousesack looked a bit astonished and it seemed the princess hadn't noticed that.
"Alright... Let's go there!" Mousesack pictured the location, before creating a portal going to it while Ciri herself ran after.
Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the fire was almost extinguished at that moment with just a few embers left. A man stood in front of a body thrown on the ground, specifically that of a child. He was breathing heavily and looked at the child while his blood, still being a dark slime, dripped all the time. There were many more cuts all over his body, even though he had taken a third potion that made him stronger. The child still beat him in battle.
"To think that I'm going to die here, but at least I took you with me, child," He spoke, knowing that he wouldn't survive after having taken three potions and with all his cuts, even missing some fingers and losing one of his ears, during the fight. He would die either from bleeding out or from the effects of the potions in his body.
"Even with the poison in your body... You still managed to dodge all my blows, however, that cut I made earlier finally paralyzed you, and now you're dying there," the Witcher said, claiming victory while still struggling to breathe.
However, what he didn't see were small balls tied to his legs that suddenly released small flames. He looked down quickly and saw that, surprised, and before he could react, the balls exploded into smoke.
The child who was on the ground suddenly got up, doing flips and pirouettes backwards, moving away while the witcher, still dazed, raised his sword expecting the attack. Madara, still jumping back, began to launch stars into the smoke where the Witcher was.
The Witcher began to defend quickly with his sword as some stars passed by his side. He even found it strange, since the child had never missed before, but continued defending as more projectiles came towards him and more and more passed by his side. Suddenly, steel wires began to appear in the air with those weapons flying back behind him.
"He's trying to set a trap for me!" He quickly thought and tried to draw a sign in the air. However, wires emerged at that moment with them closing around all the trees behind him, confining him and grabbing while he was immediately thrown back until he hit a tree, with wires holding him to it.
"I'm trapped," he murmured and looked at the child in front of him while holding tens of steel wires in both hands and even in his mouth, holding him in a way he had never imagined anyone doing.
"This kid..." the witcher couldn't have been more surprised. "He planned this from the beginning!" What shocked him at this moment were not Madara's strange abilities, but he realized that Madara did everything on purpose throughout the fight, even injuring himself to make him lower his guard, and now he fell into the trap of a child who is not even 10 years old.
"So this is where I'm going to die," he said, as he saw Madara quickly drop the wires and start making hand seals.
"Fire Technique: Dragon Fire Technique!" As soon as he completed it, flames began to emerge from his mouth, running along the wires still binding the Witcher. The flames reached the man who didn't even have time to scream as he was enveloped and cremated by the flames, while he died twisted, the flames were exploding up to the same tree going back into the forest.
The flames continued for a while, until Madara saw the charred man lying on the ground, dead.
"Finally," he said, satisfied with his victory.