6 Cold

Madara walked into there training room to see a frustrated Mikoto taking out her anger on Ouka.

Madara sighed, he was doing it often now.

"Your form is all wrong" Mikoto turned a very angry glare to the boy.

"Are you saying Takemikazuchi-sama's sword style is wrong?"

Madara narrowed his eyes, this was a samurai technique, he knew this because he had stolen it from the land of Iron, how did this world have the very same form? How peculiar.

"No, you are simply doing it wrong, watch"

He took her sword before the girl could even react and did every single Kata perfectly.

"Now you" He handed the sword to the wide eyed women, Mikoto grabbed her blade and copied his movements.

He pointed out any flaws in her form until she was adequate, he than grabbed another sword (its the house pf the sword god, there's gonna be extra ones)

And they spared, he was honestly suprised by her progress. She was steadily gaining a very good grasp over the technique

But what he was really surprised by was his own strength.

It was insane to feel and to watch it in acton. The Falna had nurtured his Chakra while his Chakra nurtured the Falna or Mind energy.

Like he had felt earlier it was being compounded, his Chakra growing his Mind while his mind grew his Chakra.

It made him even more unbelievable. His growth, he knew was already unfathomable for this world, but if people in his world saw his Chakra almost doubled in 5 days they would have been frothing at the mouth.

He frowned, gods made things a little to easy, and this also didn't help with the spar.

His first swing had almost killed the poor girl, he had swung his blade for what he thought would be her skill level but the speed at which it moved suprised him.

The power behind it as well was severe. He had really grown simply from a drop of blood from a god. How....lovely, he could simply jump into the dungeon, killing anything in sight and come back stronger than ever.

This world really was amazing.

While Madara was thinking, Mikoto was getting extremely frustrated.

She could see her Familia members eyes glazed over in through but he still easily beat her over and over again.

Bruises and scratches piled onto her person before she finally screamed in exertion.

Madara's eyes focused in time just to see Mikoto change her form from a samurai to a kenjustu stance, mostly used by Iwa shinobi.

Faster than Mikoto could see, her blade was out of her hand and steel was up against her throat. She closed her eyes in reflex ready to die.

"Do not let anger control you, it will lead to your downfall" She opened her eyes to respond but all she saw was a sword clanking against a holder, leaves and smoke.

She sighed in exasperation, this guy was really something.

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Madara walked towards the market, he needed more water and food for his "adventure" into the dungeon.

He thought back on his spar with Mikoto and sighed, he saw himself in the young women, brash but stoic with a very extreme protective streak for her family.

It almost made him smile

Almost

He shook his head and bought all of his supplies.

10 days worth of food and water were packed neatly into a scroll as he walked back to his familias compound.

He was met with Mikoto and Ouka sparing.

This time, different from when Ouka usally easily beat Mikoto, they were alot more evenly matched, Ouka's eyes were wide in suprise at how much Mikoto had grown in a few hours.

A very very small smirk made its way upon Madara's face before he realized it.

He walked further until he made his way into his gods room.

The man in question had his eyes closed while swinging a long katana.

Madara if impressed did not show it and put a paper down in front of the god.

"If this burns, it means I have died, if it hasn't, than I am alive, do not waste money on me again." The most he had ever said suprised Takemikazuchi, but once again when he opened his eyes all was left of his child was leaves and smoke

The gods eyebrows twitched in irritation.

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Madara made his way to the dungeon and threw away his map.

To make it the biggest challenge he could he would not research a single thing.

All he would have is food water and a tanto he had stolen from Takemikazuchi.

He would delve into the deepest pits of despair and come out unscathed.

This dungeon would learn the terror of having the interest of Madara Uchiha.

This will be his adventure, the start of the tale, of The Walking Cataclysm, Madara Uchiha.

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Sup boys, I need stones to feed my family please timmy is starving