Chapter 1 - A New Life
Madara will keep most of his past techniques and abilities - albeit changed slightly.
Book 1: Pre-Timeskip
Book 2: Post-Timeskip
I don't really like writing stories with like shit load of words so I'm going to split them.
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He - Uchiha Madara - laid on the ground defeated. With his plans foiled, and the tailed beast stripped from his body, his life was finally coming to an end. All those years of planning and preparation made inconsequential by a naïve blonde who reminded him of his friend Hashirama, who stands beside his dying form. The power he gained, violently stripped away, leaving the once godly Madara Uchiha a shell of his former self.
"We both have things we wanted to badly, but never seemed to achieve," he wheezed out as he stared into the night sky. The beaten body of his was painless, numb, and oblivious to the world around him.
"No one said it was easy," the man beside him declared, hitting his chest with a fist.
"There's a limit to how much we can do when we're alive. That is why we leave our legacies to the next generation, so they can accomplish what we could not."
With great effort, Madara turned his head to face his former friend.
"You are…still…so naïve." The Uchiha patriarch chuckled despite his condition. "Well, you always were…the optimistic one." Despite his voice being barely more than a whisper, he looked back to the open sky, as if trying to look at himself.
"Maybe, I should have gone that way too…" mused Madara, glancing at his descendent, Uchiha Sasuke, before looking back to Hashirama.
"My dream…is coming…to an end. But yours…hasn't yet."
Hashirama looked down to his friend in sadness. "…You were in too much of a hurry. It was fine even if our dreams did not come true in our lifetime." He paused to look at Madara in the eyes. "The most important thing was to make sure we brought up a generation that would help us fulfil it."
Letting a small smile adorn his face, Madara rasped, "…Then it might have been impossible for me from the start." The times far back in Konoha flashed before his eyes; he remembered fighting for his brothers amidst the height of the clan wars.
"I hated having…someone…follow me from…behind."
Hashirama gave Madara a kind smile. "Remember back when we were children? You once said, 'Ninjas never know when they die.' …and if there were ever a way to achieve immortality, that we'd share it no matter what. We'd have to exchange our cups and become brothers." He sighed as he sat closer to the motionless Uchiha.
"But we're both dying now. So…the only thing we can do now, is to exchange our cups as comrades."
Madara closed his eyes in thought. There was a saying that men revealed their true colours upon death. Whether it were heroes that became cowards or villains that became heroes.
"…" He let an unnoticeable smile adorn his face.
"Comrades…huh…well. If…that's…how…it…is…I…won't….." 'Refuse.' Madara thought as he could not find the strength to speak his final word. He felt the final barrier blocking his way to oblivion lift and he let darkness embrace him at last.
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Madara could not see, smell, or taste. However, unfamiliar sensations came to him through touch and sound. He did not understand what he was feeling, it was akin to an endless space with no forces holding him down. Despite the unknown factors of his situation, there was a heart beat that he knew was his.
His body felt different; lighter, yet he could still feel the power he once held from his soul. Indeed, it was certainly unfamiliar. It was as if there was something blocking him from controlling it properly.
His thoughts were interrupted by a blinding light. Fear, shock, happiness, and anxiety all bombarded the once trained mind of a shinobi, as if he could no longer contain his thoughts and feelings. How could this be? He did not feel this way ever since he was a…child.
Gradually, he could feel himself being pushed and pulled at the same time from where he was. The air on his skin felt sharp and prickly, just like the skin on freshly healed wounds. As if on cue, a sharp pain stemmed from his behind and he could do nothing to stop the cry that came from his mouth.
It was as if his thoughts felt…blocked. Despite having his memories, he now had the mental process of a newborn child.
How interesting. It seemed that something out there gave him another chance to live. Perhaps this time…he will try to see the world in his friend's eyes.
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Chapter 1 Finished! Next Chapter - A new world!
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