"What a normal busy day I have. It's like this, yeah?"
"Living in the modern day, that of the 21st century, I have an average job, average looks—but at least I have a job, right?"
"But one day, while driving to the usual shithole—job."
"I had an accident that claimed my unfortunate life."
"And then I was in the void. For how long, I don't know. It could be a year, a few years, even decades—or worse."
"But I did not go crazy. I was like a serene person, like nothing could shake me in that void. It was black, but it had stars like the night sky that eased my mind. It was like half-dozing and half-awake."
"And then I fell asleep fully. And when I woke up?"
"I had a physical body that I could interact with, as I had all six senses."
"And right now... while I was talking to myself, explaining my situation—maybe a side effect of the void, from how bored I was and maybe, unfortunately, a bad habit of mine—"
"I am in... a forest. Full of wildlife," I said while looking around, seeing deer running from me—whether from survival instinct, fear of humans, or something else.
Madara calmly stood up from his laying position on the ground—that of dirt—and as he was standing up...
The man, office worker—no, Madara Uchiha, though he still didn't know his situation—felt the difference between his body from his old life and now. As Madara looked at his gloved black hands and his tall body with red armor plates on both shoulders, back, chest, and legs, and black boots with a black outfit beneath...
He did not feel panic, sadness, or rage for being brought into this world without his consent. He felt resignation, and his emotions were no longer what they once were—now they were controlled, like those of a spider.
But as he began to observe more clearly, the forest was full of life—animals, insects, even ants—but... the problem is that I can see the ants from 50 meters away with ease? Is that possible? I can somehow see them from a distance? he thought.
And then an idea hit him. This absurd situation: dying in a crash, presumably, being in the void for a long period of time, appearing in a forest unexpectedly, and his... different appearance than before...
Instantly, he turned to a nearby stream and sprinted toward it with unusual ease. The problem wasn't low stamina—it was the speed with which he got there: 60 km/h. And he felt that wasn't even his limit—he was holding himself back.
As he looked at the reflection in the sparkling water, he saw his appearance. The same clothing he felt earlier: armor reminiscent of samurais. And the face of Madara Uchiha, with iconic long black hair down to his waist—spiky like a cactus.
He felt amazement, not fear—rather, excitement for the future that awaited him in this new world. But as his mind wandered, he felt a sudden rush of pain to his brain.
With both hands, he clutched his head in pain, but his face remained cold, expressionless—only his twitching eyebrows betrayed the torment, not out of annoyance, but of pain.
After the pain stopped—after tens of seconds—he lowered his hands. His onyx eyes were dull, but behind that dullness were the memories of Madara Uchiha: from his youth, to the moment he left the village, fought with Hashirama, and where he "died." But his mind was now a fusion of Madara's memories and those of the man from modern life.
He looked around casually, and the first thought that appeared in his mind was to find human life. So he started walking at superhuman speed, even doing the Shinobi run—legs agile, arms behind him.
"I see... the pain in my brain gave me his life experiences, as I expected—and muscle memory, combat experience, and chakra. Will be useful to me."I thought inwardly as I sprinted through the thick forest.
Calculating the time he'd been in the forest—just a few minutes at superhuman speed—he soon saw a village. It looked stuck in ancient times... or maybe he really was in ancient times?
But the only thing about the memories wasn't just that I got the life experiences of Madara Uchiha—but that I was in Twilight, a world of vampires and werewolves...
This clearly means I was brought here by some unknown powerful being—for who knows what reason.
As he approached the village, the people reacted with interest, curiosity, and caution. After all, a man clad in armor—clearly valuable—looked intimidating.
Wandering through the small village, it appeared he was in Japan, based on the people's biological appearance and the timeline—perhaps the Heian Period?
"Interesting..."thought Madara as he walked around.
As he walked, people wore straw hats and hand-woven robes typical of the time, but something felt off... he thought, as he sensed something with his nose.
With his enhanced hearing, he overheard a child whisper to her mother, "Mommy, who is that man in the red armor?" The mother responded cautiously, "It's nothing, sweetie. Just a wanderer," and quickly took the child back to their home.
A man who had been eyeing him since his arrival approached—keeping a safe distance of 3 meters—and growled, "You're not from here and what are you?"
"Indeed," Madara replied calmly,
The man, with amber eyes, tribal tattoos, and a scent like wet earth and iron... A werewolf, Madara thought. He was curious—he'd never encountered one in person.
The werewolf replied, "Your scent is wrong. Human—but not. Like a corpse that forgot to rot." He growled. From the moment Madara arrived, his instincts screamed: Do not engage.
It was the first time in his life he felt that way—not even the high-ranked Volturi vampires invoked such dread.
He growled again, "Say... are you one of the Cold Ones... or a human?"
Madara, analyzing his body language and sensing the fear, answered calmly:
"Vampire or human?... I would say the latter—I have a heartbeat and flowing human blood, don't I?"
The werewolf nodded slowly. "Yes... I hear your heartbeat. And your blood... Tell me, what's your business here? In my village?"
Madara responded, "I see. Your village—so you're the leader? Simple. I got lost. I need to stay here a few days and gather intel on the location."
The werewolf hesitated. He could tell Madara was a powerful being—not a request, but a command.
"Very well. I will prepare accommodations for you... for now."
Madara nodded curtly. "Good. And what's your name? Werewolf—or should I say, shapeshifter?"
The man stiffened, then replied, "You know...? I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I am Kagashi Quileute, pack leader."
Madara raised an eyebrow slightly. Quileute? That clan should be in America... perhaps an ancient Japanese branch unknown to the original lore?
Still, he knew they were werewolves—but now it was confirmed.
"What about you, sir?" Kagashi asked politely.
"Call me Madara Uchiha," he replied simply.
Kagashi nodded—less fearfully now—having seen Madara wasn't openly hostile.
"Follow me, please," he said, turning on his heel, his shoulders tense like a coiled cheetah.
Madara followed, making no sound—like a ghost.
Kagashi muttered, mostly to himself, "The Elders won't approve of this..."
Madara, of course, heard it. He said with a disinterested tone, "Then they may voice their objections to me personally."
Kagashi nearly stumbled but regained composure. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. "Not necessary..." he replied.
They arrived at a wooden house, aged by time and smoke. Kagashi slid the door aside with unnecessary force.
"You can stay here. Food will be brought, if you wish," he said cautiously.
Madara glanced at him. "I can be assured the food won't be poisoned?"
Kagashi felt a chill and replied quickly, "Yes, sir Madara. No need to worry about that."
"Very well. I expect information—village location, the year, and any... unusual occurrences." Madara entered and looked around, seemingly satisfied.
Kagashi spoke quickly, "Well... the year is 794. Japan. Heian Period. As for anything unusual... you. I've never seen someone like you—a human, specifically."
Madara replied disinterestedly, "Well, don't be too surprised by what's coming next either, would you?"
Footsteps echoed behind them—three younger Quileutes appeared. One woman with silver-streaked hair bared her teeth slightly.
"Brother, you bring a death reaper into our village?" said the werewolf female, Hoshiko.
Kagashi raised a placating hand. "Hoshiko, enough. He's just—"
"Passing through," Madara finished, locking eyes with her. "Unless you'd prefer I stay?"
Her eyes widened as she truly saw him. That hidden power beneath his calm. Her hands twitched toward her blade—but she froze. That faint red glow in his eyes chilled her to her core.
Do not engage. Do not provoke.
Hoshiko swallowed hard and said, quietly but boldly, "The Cold Ones have been hunting closer to our borders. If you're not one of them—prove it."
Madara stared at her. "Very well. Let me entertain you." He exhaled softly through his nose. How annoying.
These werewolves fancied themselves predators? He could smell their fear—hear their heartbeats through their clothes. He focused... even a rabbit's pulse nearby was clear.
He calmly removed one glove, pressing his bare fingers against a wooden post. A spark ignited—flames erupted in perfect kanji. The Uchiha crest burned itself into the grain.
"Your vampires... do they do that?" he asked.
Hoshiko stepped back in awe and fear. Kagashi stammered, "What are you...? A human with flame control?"
Madara smirked arrogantly. "The answer to that question isn't one your kind is strong enough to ask. But as I said before—I'm human. And leave me be."
"We'll speak again at dusk."
In an instant, they were outside, standing on the doorstep—stunned, like statues.