Boredom?
As he stepped out of the room from the three vampire leaders, he sighed quietly, and a drop of water fell on his black hair. He looked up at the source—it was raining. Every second, more and more fell, and in a minute he was soaked, his facial expression serene as he looked at the sky with his black eyes, yet still neutral.
He shook his head and walked forward calmly. The reason he let them live was because he wanted to keep it up according to canon. But of course, he knew that something would change because of his actions—it's inevitable, and he doesn't mind that. But he won't hesitate to kill them.
But... they were weak. Really. Too weak for Madara's taste and his power.
He didn't even need to use ribcage Susanoo or his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan. From Madara's memories, their power rivaled that of some Jōnin and Elite Jōnin, but mostly the latter, as their experience got them to Elite Jōnin level—but only in strength, agility, speed, endurance, and durability.
They lacked jutsu like Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, and Kenjutsu, but that can be fixed by any melee, as Taijutsu by any martial art.
He had shown his dominance, and he hoped they would remember it. According to the start of canon, it's 2004, and now he is in the year 794 AD. In another 1,210 years, it will start.
He doesn't really know what to do. Conquest? He already tasted that in Madara's memories, and he finds it boring—except for action, combat, and the battlefield, which give him satisfaction. But the problem is that humans are too weak; they won't give him a challenge, except maybe in modern life with their nuclear bombs.
And vampires too—while they are significantly better than humans with their overall strength, they are still nothing more than a mere wolf against a dragon. And werewolves?..
He would dub them in the same category as vampires, but he hasn't fought them yet, so he doesn't know. But he already met them at the start... and they were trembling like little pups just from his intimidating aura, which he showcased to them.
Maybe he should visit the Vikings "peacefully"? According to this time, they should be in... Norway, Sweden, and Denmark, he thinks.
Or should he just settle down?.. That doesn't suit his taste... or maybe?
106 years later...
During that time, it's now 900 AD, and he was traveling around the world—Viking Scandinavia, the Frankish Empire, the Byzantine Empire, the Abbasid Caliphate, Tang China. And during that time, vampires have grown bolder and bolder. He is starting to hear rumors...
About vampires. Bloodsucking monsters... Looks like he should visit them soon.
After all, the vampire covens haven't heard of him for one century, and over the century he sensed Volturi scouts, spies, or other vampire coven members searching for him. But he didn't show up. If he is confirmed dead... after all, they don't know if he died of old age, or if he is immortal like them, or if he simply has a longer life than the average human.
Even if it's because of him that they grew bolder—because he did not show up for one century—he wanted them to act bolder. So he can kill. Not that he couldn't kill at the start or now. Over the century, he has killed vampires, quietly.
The sky was black, as it was night, with its dark, low-hidden clouds, while wind tore across the sea cliffs, carrying salt. Below was the village of Rødstrand.
Madara stood on the roof, crouched like a shinobi, his eyes scanning the village... the village was unusually quiet,one of the signs of vampires over his 100 years of experience.
No talking of humans. No dogs barked. No forge rang. And the stench of blood clung to the air...
He jumped from the roof to the ground. The soaked dirt splattered on his feet, and his black, damp hair from the rain and his iconic red armor—which was fully fixed and new, but still with some signs of battle history. Not that he needed that armor... but it was proof of identity. Who he is.
The huts were destroyed and doors broken from forced entry. Inside, there were bodies—cold and drained of blood, pale as vampires, except they were lifeless.
Children, elders, men, women... nobody was spared. And it wasn't obviously raiders—there were no burn marks, no stolen goods.
Only claws and bite marks.
He stepped further in, each footstep squelching, and the blood not yet dried up. That meant they were still possibly here.
His black eyes narrowed as he looked in one direction and said calmly,"You grew quite bold in my silence..."
They came fast, as expected. Three vampires leapt from the tree branches with the anger of wild beasts, shrieking like animals, their eyes glowing crimson—an iconic feature of vampires.
One wielded a rusted Norse axe, another had claws long as daggers, and the third blurred with speed, trying to flank him.
Madara didn't move at first. Then, with a thought, he sidestepped the charging brute and grabbed his wrist in a Taijutsu move, flinging him into the second attacker with bone-shattering force.
The third vampire barely had time to realize what happened before Madara appeared behind him and drove an open palm into his back with a chakra burst.
Crack.
The vampire screamed in pain and rage, his spine half-shattered as Madara flipped him over with a heel kick and let his body slam into the muddy road.
The first two were trying to recover, groaning from the unfamiliar pain they were experiencing as vampires, their limbs twitching as they regenerated and slowly stood up.
Madara looked at them."You are not Volturi?.." he said, walking toward them slowly. "Your scent is Norse. Renegades and fledglings?.. Past Vikings, perhaps?"
One hissed, "We serve none. The land is ours."
Madara's Sharingan activated, the three swirls spinning in his red eyes."Then you are just lost rabid dogs."
He weaved three swift hand signs.
Katon: Hōsenka Tsumabeni!
Red-orange mixed flames shot from his mouth, directed at the three vampires, burning like falling stars from the sky. They struck the forest line, igniting the trees and vaporizing a fourth vampire hiding in ambush—along with the three vampires.
From the shadows appeared a tall vampire. His armor was bronze-inlaid leather, and his pale face was painted with the dried blood of his victims.
"You are the one they talked about... one century ago?.. what was it?..." the vampire said calmly, but with hidden fear.
"Ah... yes. The Red Armored Yokai from the East..." He got chills just from that nickname—it spoke volumes. A warrior from the East, specifically from Japan. The first day he was active, he killed more than ten vampires. On the second day, the same record.
While it may not sound impressive, to vampires it is. Baba Yaga-like for them. A human who killed ten vampires with just his body and fire—defeating the strongest vampires alone within a few minutes.
"Looks like I wasn't forgotten after all... and a hundred years of absence is not that long for vampires. Arrogant as usual."
The vampire, nonetheless, was still in fear, but his primal strength couldn't be tamed by mere stories. He bowed mockingly.
"I am Skjold, the vampire leader of the Northern Brood coven. This land is ours, and your time is past."
Madara responded,"And I'm busy."
He walked closer, until only a few meters separated them.
"Then show me what you are made of..."
Skjold roared, activating his vampire gift. His body bulged with muscle that enhanced strength and speed, and a hint of the ground shattering as he charged at Madara.
Madara raised only one arm.
CLANG!
The vampire's fist struck Madara's armored forearm and stopped—like a wave hitting a stubborn stone.
Madara counterattacked with brutal elegance, grabbing Skjold's arm and twisting it unnaturally before kneeing him in the gut. Then, with a single chakra-fueled punch, he launched Skjold into the air.
Boom.
Skjold smashed through the roof of a village building and hit the earth behind the village wall.
More vampires came now, while Skjold slowly recovered through his innate vampire regeneration.
Ten. Fifteen. All armed, huh? Some with crude but sharp swords, others with sharpened melee weapons.
They circled Madara like hyenas.
Madara closed his eyes on purpose. Aura farming.
Silence.
The rain intensified.
When he opened them again, a Susanoo began to flicker behind him—a ribcage of translucent energy, glowing dark blue
"You bring numbers. I bring extinction."