After leaving the Naka Shrine, Dak led Madara all the way to the Land of Rain.
"Just as I experienced before, we need to establish an organization that wields absolute power, one that everyone fears. Only then can we impose a new order that everyone will follow."
"So, why the Land of Rain?"
Madara had no objections to Dak's plan since it aligned with his own beliefs. But he couldn't understand why Dak chose such a small country, surrounded by the Great Nations of Wind, Fire, and Earth, as their base.
If the goal was secrecy, wouldn't the Land of Hot Water be a better choice? It was relatively large, surrounded by the sea, and distant from conflict—a safe place for growth.
"There are two reasons."
Dak seemed to have anticipated Madara's thoughts and provided an explanation.
His choice had little to do with the Akatsuki's eventual location here; the Akatsuki had chosen it because of the Rain Tiger at Will Technique. In a place where it rained constantly, Nagato could sense any disturbances, making it the ideal location for concealment.
"First, chaos breeds heroes. In a stable and peaceful place, it's harder to find capable recruits. But in the Land of Rain, surrounded by three Great Nations, danger is high, yet it's also a gathering place for rogue ninjas."
Rogue ninjas were not inherently evil or malicious.
Many were simply ninjas who felt betrayed or abandoned by their villages, forced to turn to rogue paths due to political machinations or personal betrayals.
The label of "rogue" was ultimately decided by the villages themselves.
It was no different from the way the Grand Line once worked: if you didn't follow the established rules, you were labeled a pirate.
Additionally, Madara's future allies—Yahiko, Nagato, and Konan—originated in the Land of Rain, making it easier to recruit them here. Even if Nagato might not retain his Rinnegan in this timeline, all three were proven talents with remarkable potential.
Together, they would be invaluable assets to Madara's plans.
"That makes sense."
Madara nodded after hearing Dak's explanation.
This reasoning held true—both he and his brother Izuna, as well as the Senju brothers, had grown strong in times of war.
"The second reason is that here, you'll gain a powerful ally."
"Who?"
"The new leader of Amegakure, Hanzo of the Salamander."
In this time, Dak saw several individuals worth recruiting, and Hanzo was a particularly valuable one.
At this point, Hanzo was a young idealist discontented with the ongoing wars between Great Nations. He wanted to protect the citizens of the Land of Rain.
It was this very idealism that later made Yahiko and other Rain ninjas admire him so much.
However, as he grew older, Hanzo lost his way. Weakened by time, he became consumed by power and paranoia, ultimately needing a lecture from Mifune, a former rival, to reignite his forgotten resolve.
"That kid in the respirator?"
"…."
Dak fell silent at Madara's blunt remark.
But considering Madara's rank and strength, it was natural that he didn't see Hanzo as much of a threat.
"Don't underestimate him. After the Second Ninja War, he's known as the 'Demi-God of the Ninja World,' a figure regarded as one of its strongest."
"Him?"
Madara's words were filled with disdain.
Frankly, even in his current state, he could defeat Hanzo without breaking a sweat.
"You and Hashirama are the reincarnations of Indra and Ashura, so of course your power far surpasses the rest of your generation. Until the next reincarnations emerge, no one else comes close in strength. These Kage barely handle tailed beasts."
"…I think I understand how I became a 'destroyer' of the Ninja World."
Madara sighed, finally realizing his earlier assumption was correct: the Kage who came after him were, indeed, weak. Struggling even against tailed beasts?
Tailed beasts were mere playthings to him.
"Among these so-called elites, Hanzo stands at the top, so don't look down on him."
Dak sighed, sensing that Madara's confidence was bordering on arrogance.
But given Madara's history, he had every reason to feel superior.
"If it's just his strength, I don't see why he would catch your interest."
By now, Madara understood Dak well enough to know he wouldn't be impressed solely by strength.
"Right. Hanzo, at this moment, also seeks peace. He has a vision similar to the ones you and Hashirama once had."
"'At this moment'?"
Madara picked up on the implication.
"Yes. Unlike you and Hashirama, he lost sight of that vision as he aged. He eventually grew attached to power and feared death, even going so far as to eliminate promising young Rain ninjas who might threaten his position."
"A man like that…"
"Your village's Third Hokage and his advisor turned out much the same."
"…Who?"
Madara was silent, astonished that Tobirama would produce such subpar successors.
"Sarutobi Hiruzen and Shimura Danzo."
"Those two? I didn't think…."
Madara had some recollection of Tobirama's two disciples. Though they had a harsh stance on the Uchiha clan, they seemed capable as young shinobi. How could they degrade to that extent?
"Your clan's massacre is partly their doing. Sarutobi opposed it but didn't act to stop it, while Shimura Danzo was the main orchestrator. He inherited Tobirama's fixation on the Uchiha's Sharingan and even implanted many of their eyes in himself to perform 'Izanagi'."
"…"
Madara's expression didn't change much.
He expected Tobirama's disciples to have a prejudice against the Uchiha, but to go this far?
"They were once decent, but they clung to the Hokage's position in their old age. Danzo in particular resorted to underhanded tactics within the village, harming countless comrades."
Dak sighed, rubbing his temples as he thought of the two.
Hiruzen's passivity was tolerable—he never actively harmed his comrades—but Danzo was a different story.
That man needed to be dealt with.
If not, the Uchiha clan would inevitably face extinction, with or without Obito's interference.
And there was a high chance Danzo would target Pokémon as well, wanting to study them.
"These younger generations are proving themselves more disappointing than expected."
Madara shook his head, clearly unimpressed.
As he suspected, only Hashirama in all of Konoha was truly worth his respect.
"You have to remember that none after you have the power to unite the Five Great Nations. Without the strength to enforce unity and peace, it's difficult to hold to ideals."
Dak didn't look down on Hanzo or Hiruzen as much as Madara did.
At the very least, they were better than Obito, Itachi, or Danzo, who had caused far more damage.
"…So you plan to recruit this Hanzo?"
"Yes, I'll bring him in to serve under you. But after the coming decades, it'll be up to you to keep an eye on him. With you around, he shouldn't lose his vision of peace."
Dak nodded, showing his confidence in Madara.
"Don't worry. As long as I'm alive, he won't be able to act against us."
Madara couldn't help but smirk, feeling rather pleased.
"Don't be so sure."
"What do you mean?"
Madara's satisfied expression instantly soured.
He didn't appreciate Dak's sudden lack of faith.
"Look at yourself. How old are you?"
"…Fifty-three."
Madara went silent. That was indeed a weakness.
Shinobi, unlike the strongmen of the Grand Line, tended to lose their physical strength in their fifties or sixties.
"When you're sixty or seventy, how much strength will you have left? Will you still be able to keep those around you in check?"
Dak's words hit Madara like a kunai to the heart.
"What am I supposed to do? I won't even be alive when you reappear in thirty years."
Madara was starting to understand the problem, then turned to Dak. "Do you have a successor in mind?"
"You can choose one when the time comes."
Dak brushed off the question and opened the Pokémon Shop.
"What are you doing?"
Madara watched Dak, confused as he seemed to be staring into the air.
"What if I could restore you to your prime…? Wait."
Dak suddenly paused, realizing something. "When would you say you were at your peak?"
"…Don't you know history?"
"I mean, wouldn't you know yourself best?"
Dak rolled his eyes. "I can't bring you to your future self's level just yet, but once we deal with Zetsu, that might be possible."
"About twenty years ago, I suppose."
After some thought, Madara gave his answer.
He had been thirty-three then, in his physical prime, and had just awakened the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan after Izuna's death.
"Perfect. Dialga, restore Madara's body to its state from twenty years ago."
Dak signaled to the empty air beside him.
Others couldn't sense it, but Dak, with his fully developed Aura and psychic abilities, could feel Dialga's presence lingering nearby.
"Buzz~"
Dialga's enormous head appeared from the space-time rift above.
"!"
Madara's eyes widened, taken aback.
He hadn't sensed such a massive being nearby, and now…
"Restoring me to my prime… you're not joking?!"
Madara's usually stoic demeanor showed a hint of excitement.
"You'll see."
Dak grinned.
Dialga activated its powers, channeling the time-altering energy directly into Madara.
In just a few seconds, Madara watched as the wrinkles on his hands faded, his hunched posture straightened, and his body regained its youthful strength.
Madara, now in his early thirties, stood tall and muscular once more.
"Hmm! Not bad—you look quite dashing."
(End of Chapter)
"…Who exactly are you?" Madara asked, gazing at his own reflection in the lake's surface, feeling an intense sense of amazement.
While Tobirama had indeed devised some impressive forbidden techniques, their drawbacks were significant. But the power that Dak had just demonstrated, through that mysterious creature, was simply otherworldly, reaching heights beyond human ability.
"I'm the proprietor of the Marvelous Breeding House, the first Alliance Leader, a man some call the 'King of Peeping.' That's me!" Dak said, flipping his long hair.
"…." Madara's interest dropped instantly. His amazement vanished as he turned his gaze to the massive head that hadn't yet retreated into the void. "So this is a Pokémon?"
"Yes, a legendary Pokémon known in other worlds as the 'God of Time,' and also our ally, Dialga."
"The God of Time?"
For Madara, the concept of "god" was still rooted in Hashirama's title as the "God of Shinobi." But even he had to admit, Hashirama could never achieve anything like this.
"Yes, Dialga commands the power of time. It's thanks to Dialga that I was able to arrive in this era."
"So, by that logic, could it grant someone eternal life?"
"Physically, yes," Dak confirmed, though he added a note of caution. "Dialga can restore your body to its youthful prime, but your mind and soul wouldn't go back with it. If you lived for ten thousand years, your spirit might decay. In a way, it's hard to say whether you'd truly be 'alive' at that point."
"With such a power, why don't you simply unite the Shinobi World through overwhelming force?" Madara asked, confused.
If he had such strength, his first move would be to forcefully unify the world.
"That's something you've tried before, isn't it?"
Dak shook his head. "It's not enough to subdue with force. Eventually, you and I will disappear, and the revolts will reignite. True peace comes gradually, as people learn to embrace and maintain it—generation by generation."
"…Fair enough," Madara said, clenching his now-strong fists. "It's been a while since I've felt this powerful."
Then he set his Eternal Mangekyo eyes on Dak.
"What? I already told you I don't enjoy fighting. Find someone else to spar with."
"…Boring," Madara muttered, glancing away with a frown.
"Now, with your strength restored, there shouldn't be anyone in the Shinobi World who can match you, right?"
"I could destroy any nation by myself."
Madara's pride and confidence remained unshaken, no matter his age.
"Good. Then let's start building an organization—one that will become a force above the entire Shinobi World, one that the common people will come to depend on."
Dak nodded and began browsing the Marvelous Breeding House's magical shop once more.
"What's the name?"
"Akatsuki."
"What's the meaning?"
"It's the same organization that you and Obito once led to carry out the Moon's Eye Plan."
"…Why use that name?" Madara's face darkened at the mention, eager to find Zetsu and eliminate it.
"Originally, Akatsuki was established to bring peace to the Shinobi World. It only went astray later. 'Akatsuki'—or 'Dawn'—symbolizes a fresh start, to bring light to a world overshadowed by endless strife."
"…As you wish," Madara huffed, tilting his head with feigned indifference. But his slight nod suggested he was pleased with Dak's reasoning.
"As of now, the organization consists of only the two of us—or rather, just you," Dak continued, scanning the shop. "You're the sole leader of Akatsuki, and will remain so for years to come, until the day you wish to retire and pass the torch to a successor."
"What about you?"
"I won't be able to stay here to manage things long-term. There are other matters I must attend to. The future of this world will rest in your hands."
"Trusting me so easily?"
"Hahaha! Why wouldn't I? We're comrades, after all. Comrades trust each other."
Dak laughed heartily, finding Madara's words a bit peculiar.
Since his time as the proprietor of the Breeding House, he had always entrusted everything to his companions without reservation, confident in their capabilities.
But this level of trust seemed almost unusual in the Shinobi World—especially in the eyes of someone like Madara, who had been abandoned by his own clan.
"Hmph, but if it's only me, it won't be enough. So, are we recruiting that Hanzo guy?"
"Yes, but not just yet," Dak said, finally closing the shop. "You'll need two deputies, ones you can trust absolutely—one who can strategize, and one who can stand by you in battle."
"…There's no one I trust that much."
Madara hesitated before replying, having long accepted that he had no one left to trust.
"One from the past, and one from the future."
Dak smirked and extended both hands.
In his left hand, he held an ordinary-looking sprig of grass. In his right, a fiery red egg.
"What's this supposed to mean?" Madara asked, eyeing Dak warily, sensing he was up to something extraordinary.
"You didn't hand Uchiha Izuna's body over to the Leaf, did you?"
"I'll show you where it is."
Madara glanced at the grass in Dak's hand, then back at Dak, his breathing growing slightly heavier as he gripped Dak's wrist and began to sprint.
"Wait, I can use teleportation."
Ten Minutes Later
Valley of the End
"Didn't expect you to hide your brother's body here," Dak observed, surveying their surroundings. "So, what's your plan?"
"Enough talk. Just do whatever you need to do."
Madara's patience was wearing thin. He only wanted to know if Dak's plan aligned with his hopes.
"Hold on. Let me check first."
Dak gestured for Madara to calm down as he examined Izuna's body. The herb he held was the [Revival Herb], not Sacred Ash.
If the Revival Herb worked, he'd prefer to use it first, as Sacred Ash had two significant drawbacks. First, anyone revived by Sacred Ash would only live for ten years, as they relied on its power to stay alive. After a decade, they would vanish.
Moreover, those revived by Sacred Ash were returned with only ordinary physical strength.
The Revival Herb's resurrection, however, was permanent. Though the herb's power fully dissipated after use, its effects wouldn't restrict the revived individual. Their restored abilities depended on the state of their preserved body, which Dialga could enhance if needed.
Uchiha Izuna's body lay on the ground before Dak.
"This resemblance…"
Dak was struck by the face of Izuna, eerily similar to Sasuke's.
Izuna's body was well-preserved, missing only his eyes. After revival, he should retain a fair amount of his power.
"Get ready to greet your brother, Madara," Dak said, grinning as he placed the Revival Herb in Izuna's mouth, using his powers to dissolve it.
Yellow light began to emanate from Izuna's chest, gradually enveloping his entire form as his body floated into the air.
"…."
Madara took a few steps closer, staring wide-eyed as Izuna's body began to show signs of life.
"Patience—it's a slow process, at least an hour or two," Dak said, handing Madara the fiery egg.
"What's this?"
"A Pokémon, your future companion."
After a moment's thought, Dak explained, "Pokémon are a lot like the Uchiha clan. They value loyalty and kinship. But unlike your clan, Pokémon are unwavering. If you treat them sincerely, they'll stand by you through anything—even if you stray from the path, they'll remain loyal."
"…This is for me?"
"Yes, to be raised by you—a future partner in battle," Dak said, patting Madara's shoulder. "To usher the Shinobi World into the era of Pokémon, you, as its savior, will need to become a Trainer, Madara."
"What's its name? What kind of Pokémon is it?"
Madara asked, eyeing the warm egg in his hands.
"It's a Growlithe, but a special one—a Hisuian Growlithe. It specializes in Fire and Rock moves, think of it as capable of using unsealed Fire and Earth Jutsu."
Dak pulled out a book-like Pokédex and flipped to the page showing Hisuian Growlithe.
His choice of this Pokémon had two reasons.
First, Growlithe was a Pokémon representing justice, which would help Madara uphold righteousness. Additionally, its Fire-type would further strengthen Madara's Fire Style techniques.
Second, Dak couldn't help but think Hisuian Arcanine bore a slight resemblance to Madara.
(End of Chapter)
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