Chapter 1: Crossing Worlds...

"We...and..." Uchiha Madara's eyes slowly closed, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his consciousness plunged into darkness.

Hashirama, old friend, I'm so sorry!

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"Where is this place?" Uchiha Madara's consciousness gradually became clear, and he looked at all the luxuriant trees around, and couldn't help but wonder.

"It seems that I am dead! But this does not seem to be the Pure Land of the Underworld!" Uchiha Madara looked at his translucent palm, making him more puzzled.

Just as Uchiha Madara was thinking, a powerful attraction force never diverged, making him unprepared to prevent the next staggering pull.

But the years of ninja life allowed him to exercise his physical instincts, and immediately lowered his body to resist this force.

"Is the body pulling my soul? Forget it, let's go and take a look!" Uchiha Madara carefully felt this familiar attraction, which was very similar to the traction when he was attracted by Impure World Reincarnation. Giving up resistance followed this attraction force and flew not far away.

"Hmm... this is?" Madara turned his head abruptly and looked into the depths of the forest, where he felt a few tyrannical auras rising into the sky.

Madara licked the inexplicably dry corners of her mouth, his eyes full of fighting intent and excitement: "Is at the Kage Level expert's strength? How does it compare to Five Kages?"

Although Madara wants to test the skills of these people, now as a Soul Body, he can't participate in the battle at all, he can only secretly think it was a pity.

After that, he was full regretfully sucking into the distance, and thought regretfully: "It's a pity! I hope I can meet these people and dance to my heart's content in the future!"

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"Ah Yin! No!"

"I want you to die!"

With a few heart-wrenching shouts, the battle deep in the forest follows the end.

A middle-aged man in ragged clothes, holding a small baby, walked lonely from the depths of the forest like a walking corpse.

"En?" The man found the cry of babies not far away from the grass. May the dead eyes show a trace of expression, and then quickly dimmed, as if he did not hear usually go outside the forest.

Generally, the people who throw the child here do not intend to let the child live but if this one's left here, it will definitely end up in the mouth of some Spirit Beast.

The baby's cry is getting louder and louder, and the middle-aged footsteps can't help but become stiff. After helplessly sighing, he turns back on the same road, picks up the baby from the grass, and walks outside the forest in the setting sun.

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Six years later, Douluo Continent, Saint Spirit Village.

On a small hill next to the village named after Spirit Saint was born.

A ray of morning light penetrated through the layers of clouds and shone on a green hill.

The hill is not high, two thin and immature silhouettes are sitting on it, soon, the first sun slowly crawls out from the east, and one of the children's eyes opened, as he gently exhales a mouthful of air and said to the slightly older child next to him: "Brother, it's late, let's go home!"

This slightly older child is Uchiha Madara, he came here six years ago. He was picked up and named Madara, and had a younger brother named Tang San. [anime logic on the name.]

Madara later learned that this is not Ninja World, but a brand new world and this continent is called Douluo Continent.

Madara opened his eyes slowly after hearing Tang San's call. Originally, he could refine Chakra anytime and anywhere, but his younger brother Tang San didn't know why, he would only cultivate his Qi by watching the sunrise here every morning.

Because of worrying about the younger brother, Madara put the morning training place here.

Madara stood up from the ground and rubbed Tang San's blue hair half shorter than himself, it was nostalgic as if he saw the gentle Izuna in Tang San.

"Let's go!" The dust on Madara patted's body followed Tang San to the home of Saint Spirit Village.

Saint Spirit Village Blacksmith Shop:

Tang Hao, who just woke up from a hangover, looked back and the dining table in front of them frowned.

"Little Madara, you are going to grab other child's things again!" Tang Hao looked at the food, and although it was not much, the amount was very sufficient.

"It's just some pocket money that's all! These few times are offered by themselves!" Madara said indifferently.

As a blacksmith in the village, Tang Hao had a very meager income. Coupled with years of heavy drinking, he slept in the morning and only worked in the afternoon, so he had little money left.

When the two of Madara are growing up, naturally they can't treat themselves badly. Besides, at the time of Madara's youth, he was able to bully the younger Onoki, let alone blackmail his 'peers' now.

Although in the previous life he had to agree with Senju Hashirama's concept of love, the concept of the 'strong being respected' was engraved in his bones and has not changed a single bit.

"No matter where you are, the strong are respected, weaklings can only be dominated. This is the eternal truth!" Madara thought silently while eating.

He vividly remembers the night he came to this world, the powerhouses he saw that night were no weaker than the Kage Level powerhouses from his previous world. Whether it was the aura or strength they were both comparable to Kage Level, and from the news of Spirit Masters he had heard, he was ascertained that this is by no means a friendly World.

"Anyway, don't do this again in the future!" Tang Hao paused and continued.

Madara raised her head and glanced at Tang Hao. If he didn't say anything, the other person would never know if it was an acquiescence, or it passed in through one ear and out from the other.

Tang Hao's face turned black, as he glared at Madara...

"Father, big brother didn't mean that! He was just born with such a character!" Tang San rushed to smoothen the situation at hand.

Tang Hao's complexion eased, and then he felt a terrible headache. The two children seem to be two extremes, one is arrogant and strong, the other is humble and polite, the other is indifferent and the other is gentle.

After the meal, Tang Hao turned back to the inside, his back to Tang San warned repeatedly: "I will go to bed for a while. If someone comes with a job, pick it up first, and I will do it this afternoon!"

"Okay! Father." Tang San nodded seriously. And Madara came outside alone and began to refine Chakra again.

Normally, most of these chores are done by Tang San. As a drunkard, Tang Hao would naturally not object, and Madara's previous life experiences as a ninja were only good for killing people thus, he knew nothing about housework.

So the two have a clear division of labor. Tang San mainly cooks and does other tasks, while Madara goes out to 'work' to subsidize the family.

What Tang Hao and Madara could not think of was that Tang San actually asked for a piece of pig iron, which made them puzzled.

When Tang Hao heard that Tang San wanted to be a blacksmith, he pulled a chair and sat there, and asked Madara in the corner lazily, "Little Madara, will you also be a blacksmith in the future?"

"I'm not interested, I want to be an expert!" Madara said without opening her eyes.

Tang Hao's eyes flashed mockingly, "Expert? Why?"

Madara looked up at the starry night sky outside the window, and whispered: "Maybe, I want to stand higher up so that I can see the scenery beyond the mountains."

People standing in high places will instinctively climb up to the top of the mountain even if they fall into the clouds because they are used to the scenery at high places.

"Do you want to travel around the mainland after you have the power?" Tang Hao's originally drooping eyes opened again, examining Madara.

And Madara thought that at the beginning of the Shinobi World War, he stood on the top of the mountain and looked down at the ninja that was almost the entire Ninja World like ants.

"What a fascinating scenery it would be!" Madara whispered in anticipation.

Then Tang Hao refocused his eyes on Tang San. After some instruction, Tang San also received a mission from his father: Hammer a large piece of van iron into a fist-sized iron essence.

Madara looked excited Tang San in the corner, his eyebrows tightly frowned, as he spoke with a little displeasure: "Little San, do you really just want to be a blacksmith? Don't you want to be an expert?"

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"Ah, brother. I think blacksmiths are also good. No one said that blacksmiths can't be experts!" Tang San hammered the iron essence and turned back a little panting.

Although his immature body looks extremely thin, he is extremely firm and confident.

"Yes, natural divine force, and this belief, there is some strength!" Madara held his arms next to himself and looked up, Tang San wielded the hammer for one hour, although he was exhausted, he still persisted. Watching Tang San, a trace of movement flashed in Madara's eyes.

I can't get behind anymore! Madara then picked up a few ordinary iron weights from the courtyard and went to the woods outside the village to start exercising.

I hope you all give me an opportunity by collecting it in your library and please vote with Power Stones to keep me motivated!