Madara stepped through the gate, trailing closely behind the boy named Yuuya. The moment he crossed the threshold, the world shifted.
A strange sensation washed over him, like passing through a veil of cool water, and then he was somewhere else entirely.
The portal had transported him to a new space—a dimly lit room cloaked in shadows. Despite the darkness, his Sharingan pierced through the gloom, revealing every detail as clearly as if it were bathed in daylight.
The room was unlike anything he had expected. It was cluttered with oddities: shelves lined with dusty weapons, some rusted and others gleaming faintly; strange masks hung on the walls, their carved faces frozen in eerie expressions; and scattered across the floor were crates overflowing with trinkets and scrolls.
But what caught Madara's attention most was a glowing red cube hovering in the center of the room. It pulsed with a faint, otherworldly light, floating without support, as if defying the laws of the world.
Madara's crimson eyes narrowed as he took in the sight. His vision, sharp and unhindered, scanned every corner of the room.
The darkness was no obstacle to him; it was as if the shadows parted to reveal their secrets. He could see the faint scratches on the weapons, the faded paint on the masks, and the subtle hum of energy radiating from the cube.
This place was no ordinary storage—it felt like a vault of mysteries, a chamber holding relics of power.
Yuuya, standing a few steps ahead, turned to face Madara. His round, sweat-streaked face looked uneasy under the weight of Madara's gaze.
"This… this is the room where I found the door today," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "The one that led to that house in the other world."
Madara's interest deepened. A dimensional gate, a wormhole capable of carrying someone across worlds—this was no small feat.
He could open portals to other dimensions using his Rinnegan if he wanted, but the chakra required was immense, even for someone of his caliber.
The drain was significant, a cost that demanded careful consideration. Yet this gate, this unassuming doorway in a shabby house, had been functioning for who-knows-how-long, effortlessly bridging worlds without any apparent source of power. The implications were staggering.
He turned his piercing gaze to Yuuya, who flinched under the intensity. The boy was a mess—his clothes tattered, his body bruised and battered, his fat frame trembling like a cornered animal. Madara's lip curled slightly in disdain. "And where is this room located?" he asked, his voice low but commanding, leaving no room for hesitation.
Yuuya answered immediately, his words spilling out as if compelled. "It's… it's my grandpa's house. He's dead now, and he left it to me. So, it's in my house."
Madara's eyes flicked back to the glowing cube, his mind racing. A house inherited by this pathetic boy, hiding a room like this? It was almost laughable.
Yet, the cube's eerie glow and the gate's impossible function told him there was more to this place than met the eye.
His grandfather, whoever he was, had clearly been no ordinary man. This room, with its weapons, masks, and that strange floating object, was proof of that.
He stepped forward, his boots echoing softly against the stone floor. The air in the room felt heavy, charged with an energy he couldn't quite place.
It wasn't chakra, nor was it the mana he'd learned about in this world. It was something else—something older, perhaps.
His eyes lingered on the cube, its red light casting faint reflections on the walls. What was it? A power source? A relic? A weapon? The possibilities intrigued him.
"Kid," Madara said, his voice cutting through the silence. "What do you know about that cube?"
Yuuya shuffled nervously, his hands fidgeting. "I… I don't know much. I just found this room today, like I said. The system—it told me it's some kind of… artifact. It didn't say what it does, only that it's important."
Madara's brow furrowed. The system again. This mysterious interface Yuuya kept mentioning, the one that gave him information and warnings. It was starting to irritate him.
He had tried summoning a "status window" as the boy described, but nothing had appeared. Was it because he lacked this system, or was it something unique to Yuuya? Either way, it was a puzzle he intended to solve.
He circled the cube slowly, studying it from every angle. It hovered perfectly still, its surface smooth and unblemished, emitting a faint hum that seemed to vibrate in his bones.
He reached out, his fingers stopping just short of touching it. A faint ripple of energy pulsed against his skin, like a warning. He withdrew his hand, his expression unreadable.
"This room," Madara said, turning back to Yuuya, "what else is in here? What did your grandfather leave behind?"
Yuuya swallowed hard, his eyes darting around nervously. "Just… just what you see. Weapons, masks, some old books. I haven't looked through everything yet. The system said there's more to find, but I… I didn't have time."
Madara turned away from the glowing cube and strode toward the door that connected this strange room to the rest of the house.
The door was simple, made of worn wood, but it stood out in the cluttered, shadowy space filled with weapons and relics. He pushed it open with ease, stepping into the main part of the house.
The air changed immediately, carrying the faint scent of old wood and dust. The house itself was modest, built entirely of timber, with creaking floorboards and sturdy beams.
Yet, the room he had just left seemed impossibly large compared to the humble exterior, as if the space itself defied logic.
Yuuya trailed behind him, his heavy footsteps thudding awkwardly. The boy moved like a servant, hovering close, ready to answer any question or follow any order Madara might give.
His round face was slick with sweat, and his nervous eyes darted between Madara and the floor, as if unsure whether to speak or stay silent.
Madara's sharp gaze swept over the house. The main room was plain but functional—a small table in one corner, a few chairs, and shelves lined with jars and faded books.
Sunlight filtered through a single window, casting long shadows across the floor. Despite its simplicity, the house felt solid, like it had stood for years, untouched by time.
"It's a good house for kids," Madara said, his voice low but clear. He stepped further inside, his boots barely making a sound as he inspected the space.
His eyes lingered on the sturdy walls, the high ceiling, and the faint carvings etched into the wood—symbols he didn't recognize but noted for later.
He turned to Yuuya, who was still hovering behind him, clutching his hands nervously. "And you live here alone by yourself?" Madara asked, his tone calm but carrying an edge that demanded an answer.
Yuuya nodded quickly, his head bobbing like a puppet. "Yes," he said, his voice soft and hesitant. "My mom and dad… they don't like me much. Because of how I look." He paused, his eyes dropping to the floor, as if ashamed to admit it.
"Even my brother and sister… they act like I don't exist. In a way, they all pushed me out of their lives. They wanted this house, though. After Grandpa died, they planned to sell it and split the money. But Grandpa… he made sure that wouldn't happen. He put the house in my name, and he set it up so it can't be sold. Even if my parents tried to force me, it wouldn't work. It's like… like Grandpa knew they'd try to take it from me."
Madara listened in silence, his expression unreadable. The boy's words painted a clear picture—a family that discarded their own for something as shallow as appearance, greedy enough to fight over a house they had no claim to. It wasn't surprising.
People were often weak, driven by selfish desires. He had seen it countless times in his own world, and this one was no different. Still, the grandfather of this kid intrigued him.
A man who planned so carefully, who built a house with a hidden room and a gate to another world—he was no ordinary person. Madara's mind churned with questions about who this man had been and what he had known.
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A/N: Well , madara wont be too long in this world as he have some work to do in the other world, and many fights are about to come.