Hey everyone! Thanks for clicking on this story! My first story was about Madara but it wasnt very good.

I've now decided I'll do this along with my other story: 'The Water Saint'. This is a redo of my other story but will have differences.


Chapter 1: Falling

"Hashirama..." Madara managed to wheeze out.

He'd finally reached the end of his days. The man that has changed the world now lay, barely awake. He is fair-skinned man with spiky, black hair that had a slight blue tint to it.

The man, who once proclaimed himself as a God, was betrayed by, what he thought, was his own creation.

Blood covered his bare torso, especially were Black Zetsu betrayed him.

"We both have things we want badly but never get them..."

"There's a limit to how much we can do when we're alive, which is why we leave it to the next generation to do it for us." Hashirama corrected him.

"Your still...So naive..." He chuckled, "Well, you were the optimistic one." He stated, "Maybe I should have been that way too. My dream... Is coming to an end, but yours hasn't yet."

"Even if we failed to complete our dreams, what's important is that there is another generation able to fulfil it." Hashirama intervened.

"... Then it might have been impossible for me from the start. I hated having someone follow me." He smiled.

Hashirama smiled in response.

"When we were children, you said, 'Ninjas never know when to die. And if there was ever a way to immortality, we'd share it no matter what. We'd have to exchange our cups and become brothers." Hashirama lowered his eyes, "But now we're dying so the only thing we can do is exchange cups as comrades."

Madara closed his eyes and fell silent.

"Comrades... Huh..." He got quieter, "Well if that's how it is... I will."

"It's time for me to send them back!" Hagoromo said.

Madara felt parts of his body being torn off him.

"We have to go now..." He opened his eyes and looked at Hashirama who was also disintegrating.

"Good luck."

Madara felt relieved for the first time in his life.

He was at peace.

That was, until he noticed his hair flying loosely in front of him.

Madara awoke; blurry eyed and looked around, surveying his current situation. He was startled to notice that he was falling through the sky at rapid speeds. When he looked over himself, he noticed that he was wearing his red iron-plated battle armour, and Uchiha battle robes.

Still falling through the air, Madara took in the vast land around him and took note that it was completely different looking than his land, the Elemental Nations. He was somewhat relived, he wouldn't be known here like he was known as the man that brought the entire Shinobi world to its knees.

The man whom single handily captured the nine Bijū and became the Jūbi's Sandaime Jinchūriki, the Second true wielder of the eyes of the Rikudō Sennin (Sage of Six Paths), Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki. He who sought to trap the world in the "everlasting peace" of the Mugen Tsukuyomi (Infinite Tsukuyomi), a genjutsu projected off of the moon.

That was all lost as he had accepted his fate.

He felt the mighty power of the Rinnegan in his eyes. A purple ripple effect in his eyes bordered by black.

'Why do I still have this?!' He wondered.

When Black Zetsu 'betrayed' him, he'd lost his Rinnegan.

Madara simply closed his eyes, and waited.

In Twilight Ogre's Guild Hall

"THAT'S NOT ENOUGH!" A large man by the name of Banaboster said. He appears to be a middle-aged man, having a shaved face with a haircut resembling a military one. He has a broad jaw, wide lips, and a thick nose. His thin eyebrows reach up into his hair, and he wears tinted glasses.

A blue haired man by the name of Macao cowered. Macao is a slim, mildly muscularman of average height with short, straight, slicked back dark blue hair. He has linear dark eyebrows, dark eyes, and a prominent nose with a flat, rectangular front. The lower part of his face is covered in quite a large amount of stubble, which includes a thin mustache.

"B-But we can't get anymore jewels!" He shouted, "No one is sending us any jobs!" He pleaded.

"I don't care! You know what happens when you don't pay the right amount don't you Macao?" Banaboster asked.

"Please no! Don-" He was cut off by a large noise.

A long black haired man crashed down through the ceiling on his back.

The guild was silent for a few moments until their Master shrieked.


Madara sat up with ease.

"I'm not dead?" He calmly questioned as he got up.

"You will be! Get him boys!"

Around one hundred men charged at him screaming.

Madara just stood. It reminded him of when he faced a large group of soldiers during the Fourth Shinobi War.

Only this time, they didn't know what was in store.

Madara turned his Rinnegan to a normal eye.

'They dare charge toward a man with the power of a god? I'll show them what that word truly means.'

The scene that unraveled next shocked everyone.

The first man that charged at him received a fast blow to the face, almost unseen by all. His skull was easily fractured and several teeth knocked out. If everything was left untreated he would surely die.

The second man held a sword and slashed at him, only to be grabbed and flung around, hitting many of his own. Madara reached his sword before it fell.

He used it to slash at 3 people in front of him through the torso.

He then heard a strange noise as small beam of light shot at him.

"What kind of jutsu is that?" He spoke out loud.

He grabbed a Kunai and threw it at the man who fired at him, going through his stomach and into the leg of someone behind him.

He fought multiple others with hand to hand combat knocking them out with no trouble.

With all this happening in about 5 seconds, Madara knew it was too slow.

He formed a few hand seals and breathed an inconceivable amount of air, only for that air to be converted to fire.

"Katon: Gōka Mekyakku (Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation)"

He then exhaled, with brute force, a large amount of fire spanning a wide area. It churned and charred all thing in its wake.

The ground beneath the 'flamethrower' disintegrated into ashes immediately after the Jutsu was launched and even areas as far away as the walls had large scorch marks in response to the blaze.

"Water users, put that fire out!" The large Guild Master bellowed.

The few water mages did all they could but any water that was released instantly evaporated before even coming into contact with the Justu.

When it touched the skins of the mages, they screamed with such agony that had never been seen before. The bodies it passed though didn't even delay it at all.

The Jutsu even reached as far the Banaboster, the Guild Master. He wasn't affect as much, however.

When the smoke cleared away a few seconds after, all that remained was charred corpses of those in way of the fire ball.

Banaboster's right arm was blackened as he howled in agony.

"Never anger a god." Madara warned.

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