Chapter 10: Slaughter Cave!

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Deep Within the Forest

Madara stood amidst the dense trees, his crimson eyes gleaming in the dim light. The forest was eerily silent except for the distant, high-pitched screeches of goblins. He had tracked them here, the very creatures responsible for raiding a defenseless village. They had slaughtered the men and children while taking the women as captives. Their hideout was somewhere ahead, deep within the dark forest.

As he walked through the trees, he had already encountered several goblins. Their faces were twisted and grotesque, their bodies small and filthy. But their strength? Laughable. They were weak—so weak that Madara didn't even need to use his taijutsu or any real effort. With just a flick of his hand, he had already cut down a group of ten goblins, including one that was slightly larger and wielded a heavy weapon. It made no difference. To him, they were nothing more than insects throwing themselves into a raging fire. Even if hundreds of them came at him, the result would remain the same.

His focus wasn't on wiping them out—at least, not yet. He was here for information. But if killing them was necessary, then so be it. As he moved deeper into the forest, following the trail left by the goblins, he could sense their presence growing stronger.

"There must be at least a few hundred of them."

A small smirk formed on his lips. This forest, thick and secluded, could serve another purpose. If he cleared it out, it could become the perfect place for a hidden base, far from the eyes of humans and other races. A sanctuary for children or perhaps something even greater. Clearing the entire forest would take him no more than a day, especially with his wood clones. With his speed and power, there was nothing here that could stop him.

….

Outside the Goblin Cave

Perched high in a tree, Madara's sharp gaze locked onto the entrance of the goblins' hideout. A large cave, surrounded by crude torches, served as their dwelling. More than thirty goblins stood outside, acting as guards—or at least, pretending to be. They were laughing in their disgusting, high-pitched voices, scratching themselves without a care in the world. Their bodies were barely covered, wearing nothing but filthy, tattered cloths.

Madara didn't waste time. With a simple leap, he landed a few meters from the goblin guards. Before they could even react, the sound of metal slicing through flesh filled the air. In an instant, their heads were rolling on the ground, their bodies falling lifeless as dark blood pooled around them.

"Skrik! Skrak! Hrashnak!"

The remaining goblins shrieked in alarm. Their yellow eyes widened with fear before rage took over. More than thirty of them rushed toward Madara, their crude weapons raised high—rusted knives, chipped swords, and even wooden clubs. They charged at him with wild fury.

"Zratch! Zratch! Gnak-thar!"

Madara barely moved. As the goblins swung their weapons, he dodged effortlessly, weaving through their attacks as if they were standing still. The moment they realized they had missed, their heads were already flying from their shoulders, their bodies collapsing one by one.

From a distance, goblin archers screeched as they pulled back their bows, launching arrows at him. But Madara simply caught them midair, his fingers tightening around the flimsy wooden shafts. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the arrows flying back—only now, they moved at a speed too fast for the goblins to react. One by one, the archers fell, their own arrows piercing through their skulls.

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Inside the Goblin Cave

"Breegh! Drak-nik! Snargh!"

Madara stepped over the lifeless bodies of the goblins he had just cut down, their filthy blood staining the rocky ground. His Sharingan gleamed in the dim light of the cave as he moved deeper inside.

"They are disgusting creatures… and surprisingly weak," he murmured to himself. "Even a genin could wipe them out. Their only advantage is their numbers."

The deeper he went, the stronger the foul stench became—a mix of rot, filth, and something far worse. Though the cave was dark, faint candlelight flickered along its walls, casting eerie shadows across the damp stone. And then he heard it.

Laughter. High-pitched and shrill, mixed with guttural grunts and growls. But there was something else beneath it—soft, broken cries, the trembling voices of those who had lost all hope.

"Breegh! Drak-nik! Snargh!"

"Skree! Gnak! Retch-retch!"

The goblins shrieked and howled in twisted amusement. But cutting through their vile celebration was a sound that made Madara's gaze darken—muffled sobs, pleas for mercy, and weak voices whispering for death to take them instead.

"Ahhh… ahhh… please… stop… please stop… someone… please… just kill me…"

Madara's eyes goes towards the source of sound. As he stepped into the main cavern, his eyes took in the sight before him. The goblins had gathered around their captives, their grinning faces filled with cruelty. The women—stripped of all clothes, barely covered in tattered rags—were trapped in a nightmare where they were getting violated again and again by these filthy monsters. Their faces were streaked with tears, their bodies trembling.

But yo goblins their laugh were nothing but music to ears as their actions gets even more violent and laughing grows more on their faces as they showed their disgusting teeth.

The goblins were raping them as they laugh to their hearts content. Four to five goblins were raping a single woman while others were on other women.

Madara stood still for a moment, his expression unreadable. The goblins, too caught up in their depravity, hadn't even noticed him yet. His fingers curled into a fist.

"Filthy..."

In the next instant, the air shifted. A sudden pressure filled the cavern, heavy and suffocating. The flickering candlelight trembled as an overwhelming killing intent spread through the room.

The goblins paused. Some turned their heads, their grins faltering. And then—

The slaughter began.

The cave fell into a heavy silence as Madara took a single step forward. The air itself seemed to tremble under the weight of his presence. His crimson eyes, cold and piercing, glowed in the dim candlelight. The goblins, caught in their depravity, turned their ugly, misshapen heads toward him.

For a split second, confusion flickered in their yellow, beady eyes. Then, fear.

"Skree! Gnak! Retch-retch!"

One of the goblins screeched in alarm, scrambling for a rusted dagger. Another, larger than the rest, barked orders in its guttural tongue. The others took a moment longer to register what was happening, their primitive minds struggling to comprehend the threat before them.

Madara didn't give them the chance.

In an instant, he vanished. A gust of wind followed where he once stood. Then—

Slash.

A goblin's head flew into the air, its body still standing for a brief moment before collapsing in a heap.

Before the others could react, another fell. Then another. And another.

Madara moved like a phantom, weaving through the mass of goblins with effortless precision. Each movement was smooth, calculated. The creatures barely had time to scream before their lives were snuffed out in an instant.

One goblin, clutching a crude wooden club, swung at him in desperation. Madara tilted his head slightly, avoiding the attack with ease. His arm flicked forward—his hand slicing through the goblin's throat with nothing but sheer speed. Blood sprayed against the cave walls as the creature gurgled and collapsed.

"Breegh! Drak-nik! Snargh!"

The remaining goblins shrieked in panic. Some tried to fight, lunging at him with rusted blades. Others turned and ran, scrambling toward the deeper parts of the cave, hoping to escape.

Foolish.

Madara raised his hand.

"Wood Style!"

The ground beneath them trembled. Thick roots burst forth from the rocky floor, twisting like living serpents. The goblins barely had time to react before the wooden tendrils wrapped around their limbs, coiling tighter and tighter—crack! Bones snapped. The creatures thrashed, clawing at the restraints, but it was useless.

With a mere flick of his wrist, the roots crushed them. Limbs twisted unnaturally, bodies caved in. The sound of snapping bones and strangled cries filled the air before silence took over once more.

The few goblins that remained looked on in horror, their cowardly minds finally understanding that this was not a fight they could win.

"Skree! Skree! Gnak-thar!"

They turned to flee.

Madara exhaled.

A blur of motion—he reappeared in front of the fleeing goblins before they even took a step. Their eyes widened in terror as his cold gaze bore into them. Without a word, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

A powerful gust of wind exploded outward. The force alone ripped them apart.

Flesh and bone scattered across the cave. What remained of the goblins were nothing more than bloody chunks decorating the floor.

Madara lowered his hand.

It was over.

The once-noisy cave was now eerily silent, except for the flickering of the candles and the quiet sobs of the captives. The overwhelming stench of blood mixed with the already foul air, but Madara paid it no mind. His gaze shifted toward the women, huddled together in the corner, their bodies shaking. Some flinched at his movement, their eyes filled with lingering fear.

Madara went towards all the female captives as they were on the ground, their faces covered in tears and filthy solid.

"Do you all want to die?"

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