Madara Uchiha In An Isekai World

An hour later, the bustling heart of the city gave way to quieter streets. The crowds thinned, and the noise of the metal vehicles faded to a distant hum. 

Madara and Yuuya walked along a sidewalk lined with small shops and trees, their leaves rustling in a gentle breeze. 

The shift in atmosphere was noticeable, and Madara's sharp gaze swept over the area. "Where does this road lead?" he asked, his voice calm but expectant.

Yuuya, still trailing behind like a nervous shadow, answered quickly. "This way goes to my school," he said, his voice soft but clear.

Madara's interest piqued. "School?" he repeated, glancing at the boy. "What happens at this place called school?"

Yuuya scratched his head, his round face scrunching as he thought of how to explain. "It's… a place where teenagers go to learn stuff. Like math, science, history. They study different things. And… they make friends, too. That's what it's about, I guess."

Madara's mind latched onto the word "learn." Learning was valuable—he had spent years mastering jutsu, strategy, and the arts of war. 

But Yuuya's explanation lacked something crucial. There was no mention of training, no hint of preparing for battle or survival.

In his world, children were taught to wield weapons and sense danger from a young age. This "school" sounded soft, almost frivolous. 

He turned to Yuuya, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Does this school train teenagers to kill? Or for missions?"

Yuuya blinked, clearly confused by the question. His mouth opened, then closed, as if struggling to process Madara's words. 

"Kill? No, no, nothing like that," he said, shaking his head. "It's just for learning. Like, books and stuff. But there are sports, too—people play games, like running or kicking a ball. And there are clubs. That's where people make groups to do things they like, like drawing, music, or… I don't know, collecting stuff."

Madara's expression remained unreadable, but his thoughts churned. A place for learning without combat training? Sports and clubs for… enjoyment? 

It was a foreign concept. In the Shinobi world, every lesson served a purpose—survival, power, victory. 

Even friendships were forged in the crucible of battle. Yet, this world seemed to value knowledge and connection for their own sake. 

He glanced at the quiet street ahead, imagining this "school" filled with carefree teenagers. It was a strange thought, but not entirely unpleasant. 

For a moment, he wondered what it would have been like to grow up in a world like this, free from the constant shadow of war.

Madara listened to Yuuya's words, his mind turning over the idea of this "school" and the world it belonged to. 

For the first time, he felt a spark of clarity about what true peace might look like. This place—this world without war, without children forced to kill—was a living example of the vision he had once chased.

A place where kids could grow up carefree, laughing and playing with friends, their hearts free of hidden agendas or fear. 

It was the opposite of the Shinobi world, where children were molded into weapons, trained to spill blood and sent on missions that often claimed their lives. 

In his world, the higher-ups never hesitated to sacrifice the young for their own gain, treating their deaths as mere numbers in a game of power.

Madara's old plan, the Tsuki-no-me, had been his attempt to force peace by trapping everyone in a dream. 

But now, standing in this bustling yet peaceful world, he saw it for what it was—a flawed, desperate solution born of a narrow mind. 

The result he had sought was right here, in a world where people lived without the shadow of war. His heart stirred with a new sense of purpose. 

This was the peace he had wanted to create, not a false dream but a real, breathing reality.

A faint smile curved his lips, a rare expression for someone like him. 

"At last," he murmured, his voice soft but resolute, "I've found what true peace is like. This… this can be the start of a new goal for me. I was lost after the Tsuki-no-me failed. A dream… how foolish I was."

He stood still, his crimson eyes scanning the quiet street, the distant hum of the city a reminder of the life thriving around him. 

For the first time in a long while, Madara felt a flicker of hope—not just for himself, but for the possibility of building something better.

But his moment of reflection was shattered by a loud, mocking voice. It wasn't directed at him, but at Yuuya, who flinched behind him. 

Madara turned, his sharp gaze landing on a group of teenagers approaching. Their hair was a mix of bright colors—red, blue, green—but it was the one in the center who stood out. 

A blond boy, his hair slicked back, one eyebrow raised in a sneer. His eyes glinted with malice as he locked onto Yuuya.

"Well, well, if it isn't our favorite disgusting punching bag, Yuuya," the blond boy said, his voice dripping with scorn. He spat out a curse, his lips twisting into a cruel grin. 

"I was in a good mood, but seeing your ugly, fat face just ruined it. Guess this fugly pig's gonna have to take the blame."

The group behind him—five or six others—joined in, their voices piling on with venom. "Yeah, you're so gross, Yuuya," one said, smirking. "Fat pig," another added, laughing. 

"You're making us all feel bad just by existing. Pay up for the mental damage, or we're gonna beat you so bad you won't walk for a week."

Yuuya shrank back, his round face paling, his hands trembling. The group closed in, their taunts growing louder, their eyes gleaming with the thrill of intimidating someone weaker. 

Madara stood still, his expression unreadable, but his crimson eyes burned with a quiet intensity as he watched the scene unfold.

"And who exactly is this wild spiky-haired boy?!" the blonde man sneered, eyes narrowing. "Did you call him to complain about us, or were you whining to him about us?" A bitter laugh followed.

 "How disappointing. After everything—we took you in, treated you like one of our own punching bags. When no one even wanted to touch you… or even be near you."

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A/N: Here is the second part of the previous chapter. I'm still writing the next chapter so if you have any request you can drop it in the comments or if you have any idea… dropped them also in comments.

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