Madara Uchiha In An Isekai World

This is something new. Madara is in a new world... isekai world, I'm gonna introduce many anime main character in this fanfic, but mostly those who I want to kill or I dont like or some cheesy character of other anime. So this is a story of a Uchiha ghost in an isekai world.

some anime whose mc will be showing in these fanfic not confirm but will most likely.

# The World's Finest Assassin Gets Reincarnated in Another World as an Aristocrat

# I Got a Cheat Skill in Another World and Became Unrivaled in the Real World, Too

Etc...

Death.

I wasn't afraid of it. To be honest… I was. I was afraid that I would die before accomplishing my goal.

I don't have anyone other than myself at this last moment. Well, technically, there is one who is at my side even now, despite all the things I did that, from his point of view, were wrong. Maybe he's kind now, knowing I'm going to die.

He is none other than my one and only friend.

I wanted to accomplish something so impossible that a logical person would laugh at me, saying, "Are you dreaming?" "That isn't possible." "What are you… a kid?" My goal was none other than peace in the Shinobi world.

Many people think, "How can peace be impossible?" In simple terms, peace is possible, but it is nothing more than a temporary peace, achieved through negotiations between two or more parties.

How foolish they are. That so-called peace is nothing but an illusion. The moment one party shows some weakness, they will be devoured by the other, consumed by greed for more authority, power, and land.

People create peace, yet at the same time, they create conflict, forming a cycle of war that can't be broken, no matter what.

That is, unless someone dares to think outside that cycle and break it.

"Right now, we can drink together… as war buddies…" were the last words I heard as I faced death.

"Hmm… war buddies… huh!" My vision blurred with every passing moment as I took my last breath. "Well… I guess… that's okay… H…" My body no longer had the strength to breathe. If anything, this was the moment I felt weakest since the day I was born, having already died twice, and now, this was the third time.

And even after dying twice before, I had never felt this powerless. Even some no-name shinobi could come and kill me… kill me, someone feared by the entire Shinobi world…

My eyes finally closed, and a sense of relief washed over me. Maybe now it was time to just give… up… no? My only mistake in all this was that I trusted someone. That someone wasn't anyone else but myself; I trusted myself so completely that I didn't even consider the possibility of Black Zetsu, thinking it was my own creation.

Perhaps I did think about it… but it was buried so deep in my mind that I decided it was pointless to worry.

To think that some pathetic 'will' was controlling me, using my dream and goal as nothing more than a mere stepping stone.

To realize I was killed by none other than that pathetic 'will'… just the thought of it makes my soul burn.

The method was all 'right.' I even achieved true peace, even if it was only for a few moments. Everyone in the Shinobi world was living their dream world in the Tsuki-no-me, where they could be anything they wanted, get anything they desired, and be with anyone they loved.

It was the ONE and ONLY plan that could bring peace to the world… a true peace… an everlasting, eternal peace.

But the people who believe in temporary peace as if it were true peace were just foolish and naive. The two brats who fought me to the end were weaker, so much weaker that I didn't even put in much effort to kill them.

But I admit they were impressive. I killed them, yet they both came back to life with a power I had spent decades in a cave to acquire, meticulously planning, even grooming a child as my successor.

Yet they came back to life as if it were nothing. I paid a price each time I died. The first time, I sacrificed one of my eyes. The second time, I died helplessly after achieving such power, only to find myself unable to use it due to my old age.

For a moment, it seemed as though the world itself was helping them, as if it didn't want peace, afraid it would lose its playthings if the world found peace.

I think… it… is… tim…e…

Noooooooo… it… is…

…

…Not!

…

Xxxx, an unknown world filled with various wonders and an isekai-like setting. Here, there aren't just a few cases of reincarnation, transmigration, or regression—there are many. Think of any protagonist, and you'll find them here.

…

In a remote forest, a few miles from the nearest town, the sound of a carriage could be heard rumbling through the trees.

This was no noble's carriage; it resembled more of a cage on wheels, packed with children of various races chained together. Five girls, around 10 to 15 years old, had been taken while traveling with their parents in groups, journeying to some destination.

The children sobbed uncontrollably, only stopping when the bandits—who had ambushed them, killed some, violated the women, murdered the men, and captured the young to sell into slavery—beat them for making noise.

Only two days ago they were normal and going somewhere... going their way to somewhere without any guards in a group, when suddenly they heared a sound from behind and found themselves surrounded by these bandits.

After that they threaten them to give their goods and money all they have, and their parents comply too, only to be killed right after that or to be exact all this kid fathers while leaving their mothers alive.

They killed all the males while sparing females but in sparing females there were not a kindness in their heart, they killed the females too but after enjoying themselves with their body, contionously raping them in front of their children, who werent able to do anything except trying to help and when they do they mercilessly beat their mother in front of them until they shriek out and cry.

And when they were all done they lilled the females too and capturing the young kods to sell them to slavery and beat them if they made a sound.

Its been exactly two days when that happen, they didnt even give kids something to eat except some leftover and dirty water that too so they wont die.

"We got some good catches this time," one of the bandits said with a laugh as he eyed the demi-human girls in the cage.

"Ha ha, yeah, we'll get a hefty price for them," agreed a one-eyed man with a few remaining teeth.

"I'd love to mess with them myself… but then their price would drop even more than now." Said one of the mob bandits.

"I'm thinking of buying a slave this time, a beautiful one with big stuff."

Their chatter continues as they just go their way towards the town where they would Sell this slave and get the money.

…

A few hundred meters away from the bandits.

A body lay beside a tree, a man with black spiky hair dressed in red samurai armor, seemingly unconscious as he rested there with closed eyes.

His eyes suddenly opened, and he was surprised to find himself able to see—but not in the way one might expect. He was shocked that he could see at all after being dead.

"What… is this… place?" These were his first words after awakening from what felt like only a few seconds of sleep. He moved his hands and placed them on his head.

His mind was a jumble for a few moments, disoriented by the unfamiliar place. For an instant, he couldn't even remember who he was, until a surge of memories came flooding back.

He lifted himself from the ground, one hand on his head and the other on a tree to steady himself. His crimson eyes crackled as he finally stood upright.

"I should be dead! But from the surroundings, it seems not. Is this supposed to be the afterlife?" Unable to make sense of the situation, he looked around, trying to gather his bearings.

After analyzing his surroundings and taking a few steps forward, he deduced that he was in some kind of forest.

"Did someone bring me back from the dead?" Thinking this, he checked his body. Although he suspected it wasn't possible, he wanted to be sure, given that he'd just felt a headache moments earlier. And sure enough, he wasn't in an undead form but in a living body.

"This isn't an Edo Tensei form?"

"Rinne-Rebirth?"

The body he was in was his original, living form—not that of an old man, but a younger version. From his years of experience and vast knowledge, he knew that in the Shinobi world, only the Rinnegan could perform the Rebirth technique.

While Edo Tensei could bring back the dead, it imposed limitations on the resurrected body, allowing the caster to maintain control so the resurrected wouldn't break free.

This body wasn't weak; in fact, it was… in the same condition as before he absorbed the Ten Tails.

Before he could figure out anything more, his ears were suddenly filled with the sound of children crying, their voices calling out for their mothers. He could also hear some adults nearby, laughing and talking amongst themselves.

Madara turned his head to the left, where the cries of the children were coming from.

"Children? This doesn't sound far away." In an instant, Madara's figure disappeared as he sped toward the source of the crying.

Within seconds, he found himself on a road where several men were riding in a carriage, while others walked alongside on foot. The carriage moved slowly enough for those on foot to keep up.

Inside that carriage was a cage, large enough to hold several children. The kids inside were crying, and the men in and around the carriage laughed, reveling in the children's plight.

At a glance, Madara could tell that the children in the cage were not entirely human. They had human features but were more accurately described as half-human, as they displayed distinct animal characteristics, such as pointed ears.

The children's bodies were marked with bruises; red, swollen marks were visible all over their skin, and their eyes were darkened and puffy—whether from crying or from the beatings inflicted by the bandits was unclear.

Madara watched from the side as the bandits walked past, completely oblivious to his presence. Their laughter continued as they talked about buying slaves with "big assets."

"It seems this never ends… no matter the era!" Madara said to himself as he stepped out from his hiding spot and stood in the middle of the road, directly in front of the bandits, who still hadn't noticed him.

Madara didn't feel inclined to call out to them. What would be the best way to draw someone's attention without saying a word? He mused. For him, in this situation, it was clear: the best approach would be to kill one of the bandits.

This way, he could extract some information from them about where he was and the locations of nearby villages. While he could likely figure this out on his own, he wanted confirmation.

What did he figure out in such a short time, you ask? The bandits in front of him didn't have an ounce of chakra—not even the small amount that civilians possessed.

In the Shinobi world, chakra is essentially their life force; not a single one of them was an exception.

The conclusion he reached was that this was another dimension with an alternative source of power, similar to chakra in the Shinobi world.

Although he wasn't in control when Kaguya took over his body, he remembered everything that happened during that time, including her ability to freely travel to other dimensions.

These bandits would be the best source of information for him at the moment, while also providing a chance to help some children.

Madara stretched out his hand, and a black rod extended from it. Once it reached a certain length, he broke it off and hurled it at one of the bandits.

Madara didn't need to kill them all; just capturing their leader or even one bandit would be enough to extract important information.

The black rod flew at such speed that the bandit didn't even have time to react. At first, he was merely talking, contemplating what he would do with the money, and then, in an instant, all his thoughts came to a halt.

Just before he died, he caught a glimpse of his own brain flying through the air in pieces, having been struck with deadly precision.

The other bandits' reactions were not immediate, but their demeanor quickly changed as they saw one of their own men standing there with a mangled head, his brain now lying at their feet.

"What the f*ck?" the bandit leader exclaimed, staring in horror at the corpse. "What… What just happened?! Who did this?!"

A bandit murmured, fear creeping into his voice, "I… I didn't even see anything. One moment he was talking, and then… this."

Another bandit, nervously clutching his sword, darted his eyes between the body and the surrounding area. "Did someone throw something? It must've come from somewhere!"

The bandit leader raised his voice, trying to maintain control but sounding increasingly frantic. "Everyone, look behind and get your swords ready!"

The bandits turned around and saw a man clad in crimson armor with black spiky hair, slowly walking toward them.

Something new i'm trying. You will get more info in the next chapter.