- 25 章コンテンツ
- 4.430 レビュー結果
- NO.200+応援
"huh, gods.... how fun" Madara had just been killed by one, now he was in a world filled by them. With a fledgling circle of hatred brewing, will he try to stop it once more? Or will the old battle maniac just kill some monsters and be done with it? Can the warm world of Orario melt the cold hard exterior that has led the man down a path of mindless bloodshed or will it bring him to insanity? Find out next time on dragon ball z
It had been 2 weeks since he had been destroyed by the rabbit goddess and transported to this Sage-dammed dimension.
There were cat people, dog people, elves, gods monsters, and more. He would love to fight all of these beings but it would be a while until he was ready to stop brooding.
His whole plan had been shattered, there was no cycle of hatred here just monsters and weak gods. (uh huh)
He didn't need this "Falna" that he had researched about, this body had chakra still, not the massive amounts he was used to nor the control he had but he would gain it all back in time.
At least this body has more potential, he did not have this much power when he was this age in his last life.
But at the same time that was what was pissing him off.
WHY THE HELL WAS HE 15 YEARS OLD!!
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2 more weeks passed, and he had researched even more of this world. There was a very strong criminal presence in this city, there might even actually be a cycle of hatred.
But he didn't trust himself to stop it, what if he was manipulated once more? What if he is just strung along for a 2nd time? He wouldn't allow it. So he had to research.
The librarian was a pretty nice woman named Caruchi-san and she had helped him out.
He was not above anyone in this world, there were no clans. He honestly just wanted to get to the dungeon, find some being that maybe could dance well, and just fight.
That's all he had going for him, his Sharingan was gone, and he would have to reactivate it and honestly what was the point of it?
Just to remember every kill he ever commits in vivid detail. At least his last life was gone, every time he watched Izuna die again, a little bit of himself went with him.
But now he could start over, not have to kill ever again. Maybe he could save this world for real and not be manipulated like a child.
He growled in rage.
The book in his hand almost crumbled to dust as his hand trembled. He took a few deep breaths and finally was able to calm down. The shinobi in him was screaming to get ahold of himself.
It would be unsatisfactory to let rage consume him once more.
He stood up with a fluid motion then waved to Caruchi-san and walked out onto the streets of Orario.
He walked until he made his way toward the broken-down parts of the dungeon city.
He slunk his way into a broken building where you would find a blanket and cot.
He walked onto the wall and made his way to the ceiling and sat in a lotus position upside down.
He attached Chakra strings to stray concrete pebbles and chips of wood and stuck them onto his buddy.
After an hour sweat was dripping down his body, and his tight-fitting black shirt was thrown to the ground leaving him with just baggy grey sweatpants on.
His concentration is broken when a feels a familiar presence.
He had learned how to sense the Chakra of this world, named 'mind' he had some himself of course but it was fairly weak. (mhm)
So when he felt a familiar presence he quickly left his residence to find 5 people.
The man in front with an old haircut from even before his time was the familiar presence, he was fairly short but he couldn't speak of that himself, with a sage-damned 15-year-old body.
The presence was that of blood, that what he felt from the man, blood, and war. His body tensed as he finally realized what it was, and he cursed his Chakra control.
It also pissed him off that the familiar presence was simply blood and war. Not a friend that reincarnated before him.
This reincarnation was really irritating him at the moment.
He sighed and looked at the obvious God of War in front of him.
It was intriguing how different his presence was from the rabbit goddess. It felt more mysterious, would be the apt description.
He hummed at the thought. It would be funny for him to join a god of war, he also seemed somewhat shinobi-like.
It didn't matter if he turned out to be done crazy warlord that wanted to kill everything. He would just send him back to heaven if needed.
Why research Gods when there was fun to be had? His teacher from the Uchiha clan would definitely send a fireball at him in punishment for his "Idiotic ways" but he was Madara Uchiha. That was all their needed to be said.
