[Chapter Size: 2100 Words.]
Third Person POV
Northern kingdoms.
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Yennefer was so stunned that she didn't even seem to notice she was being carried by a clone of Madara, leaping through the trees while holding her tightly.
Her eyes finally blinked, beginning to come out of her state of shock, realizing that she was almost flying from tree to tree.
"What is happening... are you Madara Uchiha?" she murmured, looking at him with intense eyes.
"Yes... you know me from what I heard in your conversation with that guy..." he commented in a firm tone.
"Yes..." She barely managed to say that, unable to speak more. "How does this work, like, you're here and there at the same time? Can your main self hear everything we're talking about?" she asked curiously, wanting to understand how Madara's clone worked, even though she was close to almost dying, she still wanted to know.
"This is an extension of my original self if you must know, but the original receives all the memories of this clone once it disappears..." Madara answered without necessarily hiding the information, after all, he was certain that this woman would be with them in the future.
"And who was that guy... He has the same energy as you, doesn't he?" she asked with a tone of near demand.
"That doesn't matter now..." Madara simply replied as he arrived where Ciri was waiting with his clone. The girl was surprised to see his clone arriving, carrying a woman with black hair, taller than him, while he landed in front of her with the woman approaching.
"You're not the original... what's happening?" she asked cautiously as Madara let the woman down. She stood up with some difficulty, her clothes dirty and slightly torn; it was obvious she had been in a battle and lost to Madara, being taken away by his clone.
But Ciri couldn't help but be surprised by Madara bringing someone to them. It was the first time he'd done something like that, and her gaze fell on the black-haired woman with violet eyes, looking with curiosity. She might have been the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen, surpassing even the mature beauty of her grandmother.
'I hope he hasn't taken an interest in her, or else he'll pay!' she muttered with some anger rising, pouting.
Madara would never have allowed Yennefer to get close to Ciri before Kaer Morhen... but circumstances had changed, and Madara needed to ensure Ciri had a safe escape plan.
Yennefer stood up and looked at the girl accompanied by a second clone of Madara beside her. Putting aside the clones, which was very strange for her, she saw Princess Ciri for the first time, wearing discreet peasant clothes, yet very well-kept for a fugitive.
'So this is Geralt's child of destiny...' she thought for a moment before returning to the real situation at hand.
"You are Cirilla of Cintra," Yennefer began, while Ciri narrowed her eyes at her. The same could be said for the clone, also surprised to find her there, but if his original sent her, there was a good reason.
"Yes... who are you?" she asked, not liking her tone.
"..."
Madara, despite also not liking it, understood her nature and let her introduce herself.
"I am Yennefer of Vengerberg... An old friend of Geralt," she said directly to the girl, while Ciri's eyes widened upon hearing that.
"Really?! Do you know where he is? We're heading to Kaer Morhen," she said instinctively.
"To Kaer Morhen? Why didn't you head to Redania? The greatest war in the south is about to happen..." she said as if scolding, but it wasn't directed at Ciri, rather at Madara's clone.
"We are... but Madara says he wants to see the war... he plans to go to it," Ciri responded before the clone could.
"What?! You plan to participate in the Battle of Sodden as well? I heard rumors about your performance fighting alongside Cintra... I heard you have spells with that strange magic, enough to kill thousands of soldiers... Francesca Findabair was quite afraid when she mentioned that event..." she murmured with a bit of admiration, finally getting direct information from the source of all that chaos. But she didn't think Madara truly had any influence in a battle with nearly 150,000 soldiers fighting simultaneously.
"Jutsus, not spells," Ciri corrected her, while Yennefer raised an eyebrow in disapproval, noticing that this girl was rather outspoken.
"That doesn't matter now... I just need you to keep an eye on things and use a portal to get Ciri out of here and take her to a safe place if the clones disappear, understand?" Madara responded in a commanding tone, repeating the words from before.
"You're worse than the brat here, aren't you? Anyway, are you not going to answer my previous question? Who is that guy?" she asked again, demanding an answer, while Madara shrugged, with Ciri surprised at how this woman had an unpleasant tone even towards Madara.
"I still don't know if you want to know that badly..." the clone replied in a neutral tone, while the woman didn't like his tone either. Despite always being interested in this child, he wasn't submissive like someone his age might be. At the same time, he didn't seem arrogant, but rather reserved.
"Hey, can you talk about Geralt then?! You didn't answer me before!" Ciri also demanded, and Yennefer found herself surrounded by stubborn brats, realizing even she was like that.
She relented and began to speak a little about Geralt, though not without giving a few glances at Madara. After all, was he the older man from her vision? The one who would change the world? She couldn't help but have these thoughts, while one of the clones there turned his back with a few steps, looking toward where the original was.
'I still don't know who he is, but I'll find out soon enough...' Madara thought as he looked toward the forest. Then an explosion echoed in the distance—the battle had begun.
While Madara took Yennefer further away, he gazed intensely at the stranger.
"You mentioned the Uchiha clan, tell me more about it," Madara spoke directly to the man, who smiled at the question.
"You don't need to know... Boy... After all, you're a corpse to me," he said, moving his hand to his waist, pulling out a kunai and throwing it directly at Madara. With a quick movement, Madara struck the man's arm using fuuinjutsu and pulled out his own kunai, launching it directly at the opponent's. Both kunai collided with a metallic clink, neutralizing each other and falling to the destroyed ground.
"You're certainly quite skilled at this..." the mysterious man with Kakuzu's powers commented. "And also... you bear fuuinjutsu symbols and know how to use them... that's strange... How do you have such knowledge at your age? You're not even 15, are you?" he asked, eyeing Madara with more caution.
'He also has a three-tomoe Sharingan, something we only saw in adults. Children and teenagers at that time rarely had even a one-tomoe Sharingan... Who is this Uchiha hidden on this continent?' He couldn't help but notice that he was standing before someone very unusual, and Madara didn't seem afraid of him, showing abilities that could challenge him. Not that he was worried—after all, his skills went far beyond throwing kunai, while his masks remained hidden under his clothes on his back.
"You want me to answer your questions? Then you're an idiot," Madara responded calmly.
"Arrogant, like any Uchiha... I shouldn't be surprised; you were like this even back then," the man said calmly.
"..." Madara remained silent for a while, staring at him, realizing that the man wouldn't answer. Then, he decided to act differently.
"Hm?!" the man exclaimed, finding himself caught in a genjutsu.
[I don't like fighting this way; I only use genjutsu when I need information or want to avoid an unnecessary fight. And despite not wanting to do this with you, you still have information I want to see.] Madara's voice echoed in the now dark space where the man found himself, surprised to be caught in something like this by, in his opinion, just a Uchiha pup. But he still seemed to underestimate Madara's potential, not knowing what that name meant, as no Madara had ever emerged in this world before.
Madara quickly began to sift through his memories, surprised to see hundreds of years of life. Despite knowing Kakuzu as the immortal ninja, he wasn't alone in this—several others had also gained immortality, and, moreover, there were witchers among them...
His name was Kenzu. He had gained chakra powers, which showed that it wasn't natural for him to have chakra... and hundreds of years ago, they had received a group of witchers, identified as the creators of the witcher schools... making Madara increasingly surprised by this.
'We know you're looking for a clan called Uchiha... they're on the other continent. We want to join you and have the same powers, we want chakra...' one of the old witchers said, seeming to wear the symbol of the Griffin School.
[This is a good opportunity. After all, we can't let them live if we want to execute our goddess's plan in a few hundred years.] A dark voice spoke in the middle of that meeting, though Madara could only see the witcher masters as he received information from Kenzu's memory. Other members with them were cloaked in darkness, as if Madara couldn't see who they were.
There were several memories flashing by: how Kenzu received training, his power development, but Madara couldn't dive deeply into any of them, as only images appeared.
Then the scene shifted to a war inside a small village, where many people were massacring all the inhabitants that night. The houses were on fire, people with red eyes were fighting the invaders, children, women, and men were being killed in every possible way, as long as they were dead. Even babies in their homes were not spared by this invading group.
The clan's ninjas were weak, even the witchers fought with the others, killing them using powers they didn't have before, now truly possessing artificial chakra in their bodies.
The scene shifted again, showing the entire clan wearing the same symbol that Madara also bore, now dead, scattered everywhere.
"It seems we've wiped them all out in the end..." one of them said.
[Yes... but now our role is to erase all existence of this clan. Go after everyone associated with them and kill them. Destroy all the books, especially you, witchers... the Uchihas... never existed...] The dark voice commanded.
The Uchihas nodded, beginning their hunt at that moment, hunting all those born and records of the clan, eliminating everyone. To them, they had finally eradicated all of them, but Madara knew that somehow, the descendants of his parents had survived without anyone knowing.
The scene shifted again as the voice returned to address the group. [We've eliminated everyone, so now it's just a matter of waiting for that thing to be reborn... after all, it was killed, which delayed our plans. We need to wait for it to emerge, and it may take hundreds of years...]
"Hundreds of years... I won't be alive by then... imagine the wealth I could accumulate if I could live that long..." Kenzu complained at that moment.
[Don't worry... the witchers agreed to give you mutations that will prevent your bodies from aging. It will be quite useful...] The dark voice said as the witchers also agreed to share the secret of the Trial of the Grasses, since the shinobi didn't have such knowledge, in exchange for their ability to produce offspring.
Madara wanted to learn more, but suddenly he began to lose control of his genjutsu, as the space cracked. Clearly, Kenzu had finally managed to block his eyes, after all, he also used chakra and could combat his eyes, knowing that in the next moment, the battle would begin.
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Raccoon Here:
This is just a piece of the past; it will still take years to truly understand what happened in this world a long time ago. There aren't many people who have chakra, only one group, before anyone thinks that chakra is easy to obtain.