Staring at the three-story villa that had appeared out of nowhere, Uchiha Madara couldn't help but let out a crooked grin.
Then he turned his head and looked back at the pile of wood he had painstakingly chopped earlier, as well as the misshapen foundation he had created with Earth Release.
Damn it…
If I'd known this brat could do something like that, why would I have bothered cutting down trees myself?!
Absolutely infuriating.
This kid had definitely done it on purpose—just to watch him embarrass himself.
With that thought, Madara shot Ito Akira a murderous glare. The hostility in his eyes was impossible to hide.
Akira, meanwhile, was completely oblivious to the fact that Madara was mentally contemplating homicide. He was still thinking that since he'd gone to the trouble of conjuring such a massive villa, Madara would surely teach him properly, right?
After all, having a good teacher was critical for a shinobi.
And setting aside a few rare exceptions… no one in the world compared to Uchiha Madara.
At this moment, Madara felt irritated no matter how he looked at Akira. He'd somehow become this kid's summoned being, and just as he was trying to build himself a place to live, the brat showed up to enjoy the spectacle.
Annoyed beyond measure, Madara kicked the villa's door open.
Bang!
"Kid! Is there anything else you want?!" he snapped."If not, I'm going to sleep!"
Of course, Akira had no intention of letting him rest so easily.
Madara had already agreed to teach him, after all.
While Ito Aoyama and Ito Taiga were both jōnin, they were worlds apart from someone like Madara.
So Akira followed him straight into the villa, acting as if it were his own home.
Truthfully, Akira was also deeply curious about this summoning space.
Here, he was practically a creator.
With a thought alone, he could suppress even Uchiha Madara.
Anything he imagined could be created effortlessly—so long as it remained within this space. Objects formed here couldn't be brought into the real world.
At the moment, the villa's interior was completely empty—no furniture, no decorations, nothing at all.
Seeing this, Akira snapped his fingers once more.
In an instant, tables, chairs, benches, sofas, coffee tables, and all manner of furnishings appeared throughout the villa.
Madara watched the scene with narrowed eyes.
I can't sense any chakra flow at all…
Which meant these things truly appeared from nothing.
A terrifying method.
This hateful little brat was becoming harder and harder to read.
And worse—Madara kept feeling an inexplicably deep connection to him.
What is this feeling?
If the kid were an Uchiha, it would make sense.
But his surname was Ito—completely unrelated to the Uchiha clan.
So where was this strange sense of familiarity coming from?
As the furniture finished forming, a dining table appeared—and then, one by one, steaming dishes materialized atop it.
Madara's current state was no different from true resurrection. His body was fully physical, and the aroma hit his senses immediately.
"You brat…" Madara muttered."You can even conjure food?"
Akira didn't answer—he just hummed softly and raised an eyebrow.
"Tch."
Madara clicked his tongue, clearly displeased.
Ignoring him, Akira sat down at the table.
"Madara, come eat with me."
"Hmph!" Madara scoffed."Damn brat, are you trying to bribe me with food?!"
"I am the Shura of the Shinobi World—Uchiha Madara!"
"Do you really think some strange dishes can win me over?!"
"I'll tell you this right now—impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"I'd rather jump off this villa and die than eat a single bite of your food!"
Gurrrr—
A very untimely sound echoed through the room.
Akira glanced at Madara's stomach with a strange look.
Madara's face stiffened.
Damn it…
Why did his body have to betray him at a moment like this?
Back in the day, he had tasted every delicacy imaginable.
And yet…
He had never seen food like this before.
The dishes looked strange—unfamiliar.
But the smell…
It smells… really good.
"Madara," Akira said calmly, "don't be so stubborn. It's just a meal. I'm not trying to buy you over with food."
"I know you feel wronged about becoming my summoned being, but have I ever forced you to do anything?"
"There's only a summoning contract between us. I can't compel you unless you agree."
"And besides—you're fully alive now. If you don't eat, you'll starve."
"Hmph!" Madara snorted."Starve? What a joke!"
"There are plenty of animals here. Worst case, I'll hunt one and roast it."
"Barbecue is far better than whatever this is supposed to be!"
Hearing that, Akira simply extended a hand in invitation.
"Then go ahead."
Akira understood Madara's pride.
For someone like him, accepting the role of a summoned being was humiliating beyond words.
But there was nothing Madara could do. The system's authority left him no room to resist—and no way to attack Akira.
Akira had never planned to command Madara anyway. Even if he tried, Madara wouldn't listen.
So instead of forcing anything, it was better to build a relationship—slowly—starting with this extremely tsundere Shura.
Akira had plans for the future.
Big ones.
Plans that required the support of powerful individuals.
And those he could summon through the system were his greatest assets.
As for Konoha, it would be his foundation.
First, build his own power.
Then, become the Hokage.
With Konoha as his base—and these once-legendary undead at his side—
He would devour the entire shinobi world.
And in doing so…
Become the eternal ruler of it all.