Capítulo 1: Is This What it Feels to be Powerless?
In a large cave beneath the surface, a man sits on a large, wooden throne. A dark gray robe adorns his hunched form.
His hair, once a luscious black, is white, and his eyes are sunken, indicating his age and approaching end.
However, one feature stands out. In the older man's eyes, a light purple sclera and iris, along with a ripple-like pattern, dominate his otherwise inconspicuous appearance.
'Haa... after so long, my plan will now begin. The Gedo statue's chakra paired with Hashirama's cells have finally awoken the peak of Sharingan'
'Rinnegan.'
Attached to Madara, various white tubes connect a large tree behind him to various nodes on his back and neck. If one were to look closely, a dense chakra reminiscent of the tailed beasts slowly made its way through the tubes into him.
'My plans to bring forth peace onto the entire Shinobi world will begin. After my revival and Rinnegan in my eyes, no one will be able to stop me! Hashirama, you may have won the battle, but you will lose the world! The Uchiha stone tablet has brought forth new light into my eyes. By utilizing the Tsukuyomi jutsu, I shall recreate a world to my liking, a world where peace will reign forever.'
Madara shakes his fist, and his expression intensifies as he imagines his plan succeeding. He continues communicating with his clone, White Zetsu, in setting up the perfect 'field' for his resurrection.
Soon, he takes his final breath and leaves his legacy to his 'clone' and tool, Obito.
However, things do not always go according to plan. And unfortunately, Madara himself falls under the unexpected.
An outer presence flies through space, a signal so small that if things had progressed any differently, it would have passed right by. However, the moment Madara's soul leaves the body before traveling away at light speed; the signal hits it.
"Zzzzzt!"
Madara's recently departed soul is zapped by something from millions of light years away.
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Somewhere in the multiverse...
[System Error Detected]
[Attempting to resolve...]
[Attempt Failed]
[Attempt Failed]
[Attempt Failed]
....
...
[Attempt Failed]
[Attempt Failed]
[Success]
[System Fully Integrated]
[Host Detected]
[Origin: Narutoverse]
[Name: Madara Uchiha]
[Age: 119]
[Sex: Male]
[Threat Level: Undetermined]
[Selecting World to Transmigrate]
[Rolling...]
...
...
[Selected]
[Transmigrating to the Earth (Superhero Dimension)]
[100% - Soul Transmigration Complete]
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'FINALLY, my resurrection is complete! I must contact my clone and see the progress of the new shinobi world.' Here I begin my journey of creating a new world.
I chuckled as I finally thought of bringing the world closer and closer to my goal of true peace. The Tsukuyomi will bring a world without suffering, death, and everlasting peace. By becoming a god, only then can I have the strength to bring peace, and if anyone stands in my way, I will kill them.
However, I notice something wrong.
'My sensory functions are limited, just what exactly happened to the reanimation jutsu?'
Unfortunately, no matter how much I attempted to spread my senses, I could feel nothing if they were even there. It was pitch black. Absolute darkness.
I cannot see anything. I, Madara Uchiha, cannot see what is around me.
I desperately attempt to use my recently acquired rinnegan.
Nothing.
'How?!' It was the only thought I could think.
'I, Madara Uchiha, am unable to lift my very eyelids?! Just what has happened to me during my absence in the shinobi world?!'
'Is it Izanagi?! Have I lost the ability to use my dojutsu? My rinnegan?'
I feel for my chakra, but there is nothing. My chakra veins feel limited... almost as if they were undeveloped.
'What type of powerful fuinjutsu did they create in order to seal me? Has the shinobi world evolved to such an extent, that even I, the most powerful shinobi to exist, the God of Shinobi, can be restrained?!'
Helplessness. Something I've never felt in decades grows in my stomach. Something I had never felt since the death of my brother, Izuna Uchiha.
'NEVER, I am MADARA of the uchiha clan!'
My chakra veins surge as they desperately attempt to procure something. A tiny wisp is strained out and flows throughout my body. The refreshing feeling of chakra quickly fades away.
The attempt was too stamina-consuming, and I quickly fell asleep.
I do not know how much time has passed, but I regain consciousness again. As I prepare to break the seal, I continue my attempts, gaining strength. I would gain enough chakra to pierce through the seal in one go and test the waters a few months from now. There, I would test if the seal is regenerating or if it is a non-restorative seal that would weaken after constantly wearing it down.
For several months, I steadily accumulated and spread chakra throughout my body. I feel my chakra veins slowly developing from their pitiful initial state.
'Just what exactly is this situation? My chakra veins are pitifully small, almost as if my soul has been forcefully transferred to another, weaker host...'
I thought nothing of it, considering the task's impossibility, despite it being plausible if not for one key issue. After all, how would I not be able to detect a very change in my soul, even if I were dead?
A few days later, I began my attempt to figure out my situation. I push chakra to my primary senses and out of my body to scan my surroundings.
I can finally hear something. I notice a steady thumping noise in the background, almost like a heartbeat. My chakra finally reaches the edge of the seal's boundaries.
My chakra detects a fleshy interior, smooth in texture, with no visible exit pathways other than below him. The fuinjutsu seal container itself was incredibly small, closely surrounding his body.
'What type of advanced sealing technique is this? Using a living container to contain me, perhaps within the ten-tails jinchuriki? But that doesn't make much sense, considering the small size of this container compared to a tailed beast.'
If old age and defeat have taught me anything, I learned to be more cautious against unforeseen events. I will continue to build strength until I regain enough strength to fight in a state similar to my peak. And considering the power of this seal, I would not willingly take the opportunity to leave until I have regained everything I once had. I may be arrogant, but I am not stupid.
I continue to survey my close surroundings while building up my chakra. My hearing slowly improves, with the heartbeat-like noise increasing in sound. I ignore all distractions and continue to accumulate and develop both my chakra and my chakra veins. I noticed that my veins had regressed into a state that would lead to highly inefficient pathways. I dedicated most of my time slowly adjusting the chakra veins.
Interestingly enough, my chakra veins were weirdly cooperative, and moving them how I wanted was a simple task. After all, the older the shinobi was, the more difficult it was to adjust the rigid chakra vein system. I took the blessing as a consequence of my new 'body' but quickly left my mind as I worked to regain the strength I once had.
However, a few months later, something unexpected and exceedingly dangerous happened. It was not that reforming my chakra pathways had led to problems or that I could no longer accumulate chakra. But instead, it was the fact that the very seal I was in was changing.
The seal container's 'heartbeat,' or at least I believed it was, continued to increase until it was several times the normal speed. As this happened, the seal container contracted and pushed me around until I was upside down. The opening that was once at the bottom of the container had reappeared above me, pressing against my head.
The opening that had once been only a tiny crack in the flesh slowly expanded as my body, starting from my head, pushed against it.
'This is bad. If I am unsealed now, I will be completely vulnerable to all attacks... I will die.'
I desperately pooled my difficulty accumulated chakra against the opening, trying to prevent my unexpected release. The effort surprisingly worked, and I felt the gap that had begun to enlarge quickly close up again, with the seal container loosening against my body. I promptly forced all my remaining chakra into my primary senses, hoping to make more sense of the situation before the seal attempted to rerelease me.
'Why exactly is the seal attempting to release me? Has the seal container realized that I have been accumulating my strength? Of course it has, what idiot would not realize a buildup of chakra, no matter how small, in one's own body. But I had no choice. Either I built up my strength or remained a sitting duck until death.'
At this point, I concluded that I was stuck in some organism acting as a seal container for me. And somehow, the organism decided I had to go.
I quickly used the precious time I obtained to make drastic changes quickly. Chakra was forcefully extracted from my veins, my desperation acting as fuel in generating chakra at a pace far exceeding before. All the chakra went into my eyes, with the readjusted chakra veins making the process more efficient.
'More! I NEED MORE!'
As more and more chakra circulated throughout my closed eyes, something finally changed. I felt a movement in my eyes. The change brought forth a wave of motivation, and I continued to pump chakra into my eyes to open my eyes.
But then I heard someone.
"... vitals are looking dangerous low. The patient has lost a lot of blood... at this rate... internal hemorrhaging... the... needs to come out now... The patient has fallen asleep in the middle of the procedure! administering... C-section..."
I heard a faint voice, and the rapid heartbeat in the background slowly decreased. But whatever was said outside troubled me. Something went wrong with the seal container, and it looked like I now had less than a day before I was forcefully extracted. I don't know what a 'C-section' is, but I must carefully proceed.
I continue to pool chakra into my eyes, and pressure builds up in my eyes.
'FASTER, I need to do something! FASTER. FASTER FASTER FASTER!'
At this point, the chakra in my eyes feels unbearable. My eyes were surely bleeding, and I felt so close to opening my eyes. Then I feel something loosening. I realize something.
'How come both my eyes are changing? Wasn't my left eye lost due to Izanagi?'
But I had no time to worry about that right now. At this point, my chakra veins were on the verge of collapse. I had strained them beyond the limits of this weak body, and it would take weeks for it to recover. But I had accomplished the most that I could do. After all, my eyes are unsealed. Chakra immediately rushes out of my eyes and spreads throughout my body. My body feels revitalized. However, it appears that my eyes cannot bear the burden of rinnegan and have reverted to its single tomoe sharingan.
My eyes opened.
I am face to face with a giant man wearing a mask, metal headgear with a light, and a white gown. His gloved hands reach for me. I realized that while I had been focusing on unsealing my eyes, the sealed container around me had been sliced open from top to bottom.
But I am ready. My sharingan spins as I lock onto the target.
'Genjutsu. Magen: Narakumi no Jutsu'
PENSAMENTOS DOS CRIADORES 
JOSUKE
JOSUKE First time writing a story! Please leave feedback in the comments so I can improve! Madara Uchiha is still the one and only Madara from the anime. His personality will be the same, although it will have been affected by his many years after his defeat against Hashirama. He will be less arrogant considering his current weakness, after all, while he is prideful, he is not stupid. Anyways, more chapters will be released soon.
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