The Visit.

The night was heavy and thick with fog, as usual, cloaking the city of Volterra in a shroud of shadows. The valleys and narrow streets, as usual, were made of cobblestones.

As Madara strode silently through the town, only the faint crunch of water and ground broke the silence.

His crimson armor, as always scarred from previous battles, was caught by moonlight with a gleam.

Ahead towered the base of the Volturi. Its stone walls etched with history, this was the heart of future—or current—vampire power, a place full of blood, secrecy, and authority.

Madara paused at the massive iron gates, his onyx eyes flickering with interest as he took in the scene. The gates creaked open without him doing anything. An invitation? A trap? Perhaps.

He stepped inside without hesitation.

Inside, the throne hall was cold and dark as usual, lit by flickering braziers, and flames cast long dancing shadows on the walls. At the far end awaited the three leaders of the Volturi.

Aro, cloaked in robes of midnight black, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, interest, and fascination; Caius, taut and waiting like a predator, his gaze sharp; and Marcus, the serene yet a little imposing, was a silent force of quiet menace watching.

Madara just entered without any celebration or reverence, caution—just casual—and his footsteps echoed like threats and death in the hall.

Aro's voice broke the silence, smooth as silk:

"So, this is the storm from the East called Red Armored Yokai?.. You made quite the entrance."

Madara's cold gaze looked around the room and said, "I prefer efficiency, and your guards wasted my time."

Caius sneered, his lips curling in disdain: "You trespass our lands and kill our kin and then speak of wasted time?"

"They attacked first," Madara said flatly, voice calm and cold as usual, "and I gave them an answer."

Aro chuckled softly: "Violent but not so careless. Tell me, what brings a monster in human flesh like you to our place?"

"I heard rulers hiding in shadows who were powerful, and came to see if the title of leaders or kings still means anything."

Marcus's voice was low and steady: "What do you want?"

Madara's expression stayed neutral: "Maybe nothing or maybe everything. That depends on how long you kneel or stand."

The air thickened at his words, with tension and unspoken threats, but Aro smiled thinly: "Words are good, but actions speak louder. But I saw you've proven quite a lot…"

Caius growled in anger and stepped forward with deliberate movements: "Show us then. Prove to us why you came here."

Madara did not even glance at him with those words; just that he noticed more presences, which he, of course, sensed from the start.

From shadows, more figures emerged—lesser Volturi vampires, Volturi guards, and their eyes glowing faintly red with hunger. Dozens surrounded the hall.

Madara's expression was just calm as his chakra was ready, his fingers twitching for combat.

The first was Caius, the impatient one, charging with the speed of a sports car. His fists were deadly with enhanced strength and speed precision honed over his long life. He aimed at Madara's chest.

Madara dodged and countered with a brutal elbow strike that Caius barely blocked, yet it broke his ribs. The vampire barely faltered; his regeneration backed him up as support.

Aro and Marcus were not standing as statues—they moved to flank him, each with their own unique gifts.

Aro's mind-reading was an unseen weapon, but Madara's battle-hardened mind plus his Sharingan resisted it as he activated it since the battle. He resisted the annoying tickle at his probing, and Aro tried to anticipate Madara's moves, whispering calculated commands to his vampires.

Marcus was the most enigmatic; his presence was quite little enough to slow the air.

The fight was brutal and impressive, especially Madara.

Vampires clawed at him and tried to bite, but their strength and speed were superhuman as usual.

Madara met them blow by blow without hesitation, blocking with his fists, elbows, legs, fingers, and so on.

Fangs scraped his red armor, and claws slashed at his flesh, which did not even injure him. He was like obsidian.

Caius aimed a clever but at the same time predictable attack—Madara's throat—but with a flick of his arm, Madara caught the vampire's arm mid-swing, crushing the bones with a vice grip as he kicked Caius into the wall. The wall behind him cracked, but Caius cracked his neck and stood back up.

Marcus circled him slowly and deadly, looking for any weaknesses but saw no openings—just combat experience that spoke of death. Marcus struck Madara, who obviously blocked it with ease and punched him with chakra infused. Each punch sent Marcus flying.

The vampire guards lunged at Madara simultaneously. He shifted his weight with flawless footwork. With a reverse roundhouse kick, he swept one off his feet, sending him crashing into a stone pillar.

Another came from above. Madara casually bent low, grabbing the vampire's arm and twisting it sharply in a precise joint lock. The vampire howled out of annoyance and pain as he dropped to his knees. At the same time, Madara distanced himself with a big jump.

The remaining vampires regrouped with fangs bared and claws ready. Madara's eyes were cold with calculation.

He ducked under a silent slash from behind. His palm struck upward in tenshin ukemi, a breakfall that turned into a quick front kick, blasting the vampire square in the chest and sending him flying backward.

From the front, a vampire lunged, aiming to sink fangs into Madara's neck, but Madara's head snapped, catching the attacker's neck and crushing it. He threw him away as he crumbled to the ground.

Caius, the recovered one, charged again with claws extended. Madara sidestepped his attack and slammed a devastating knee strike into Caius's abdomen, winding him. Before Caius could recover, Madara delivered a sharp gyaku tsuki to the jaw, followed by a crushing back roundhouse kick.

Marcus and Aro, who were watching silently, couldn't help but attack. Their fists flew like lightning bolts, and Marcus shot up with brute force. Madara parried one punch, then caught Marcus's wrist with a smirk and threw him over his hip in a perfect seoi nage. The vampire crashed to the ground and slid, rolling down.

Aro retaliated with a spinning strike. Madara ducked with his legs and then delivered a back fist strike to Aro's jaw as he stood up, staggering the elder vampire as he cracked back his own jaw into place.

Madara said, standing still, "Not bad, but you all should see your limits—that are clear."

With a final, controlled exhale, he unleashed another smaller but focused Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu, incinerating two more vampires who dared to approach him.

Only the three vampire leaders and a couple of battered vampires remained.

Aro, the calm and intellectual, analyzed that they were not killed but… spared? Without hesitation, he said, "You crushed our guards and burned some of us, yet you spared us? Why?"

Madara looked at him directly, with his arms crossed at his chest."You are leaders not because you wield power indiscriminately or part of it— and you could say necessary evil and because you keep the balance and hide your kind from the world's eyes, from humans…"

Caius's eyes narrowed."And what if we do not do that?"

Madara's Sharingan activated at him."Then why do you hide from this world? From humans? Next time, you will face me again, but without mercy…"

Aro's lip curled into a faint smile."Very well… better than dying. We won't go into your way while you won't… but know this, we will watch you—the Red Armored Yokai from the East."

Madara just curtly nodded, leaving toward the doorway with his last words:"Do not mistake mercy for weakness. My patience has limits."

With that, Madara vanished from the room, leaving them alive but with this encounter they would remember for a long, long time.