Dinner
"Oh well, I should have expected this," Madara mused quietly, his thoughts echoing in the solitude of his workroom as he listened to distant conversations. Despite Akane's seemingly cheerful demeanor, Madara could see through the facade to the melancholy and stress she concealed, her true feelings slipping out in weary sighs.
Madara's empathy extended to Akari as well, understanding her depression without judging her apparent disrespect towards him. To her, he was the one who abandoned her husband and his brother, despite us warnings against the Senju. All he could offer was his condolences, hoping his presence and actions might ease her grief, if he dared to, even fill the void she felt, allowing her to move forward—or at least not dwell in her sorrow to the point of neglecting her son.
"Troublesome, but I must endure," he thought, resigned to the complexities of his situation. There are no shortcuts in life; to embrace OG Madara's legacy meant shouldering the responsibilities and rectifying the mistakes of his predecessor
"Dinner time is at 6 pm," he muttered to himself, glancing at the vintage clock. It was 5:50 pm—only ten minutes until he would join his family for the meal. With a sigh, Madara rose to wash his hands.
***
Seated on a tatami mat, Madara waited at the traditional Japanese floor table for his family. The setting reminded him of 'Gintama', an anime blending the Sengoku period with modern elements—a thought that amused him and sparked curiosity about technological advancements in this world. "Perhaps a visit to the capital won't be a bad idea," he pondered, eager to explore and compare the innovations he might find there.
He was most looking forward to seeing a car, seeing how advanced it was and seeing whether it looks like the first car produced in Europe or a car that has Japanese aesthetics infused in its design.
As their chakra approached, Madara's smile turned stern, a necessary facade to maintain until they grew more comfortable around him. Revealing his true emotions too soon could raise questions about his identity, a risk he wasn't willing to take since not all things were recorded on a piece of paper.
Akane arrived with a radiant smile, accompanied by Akihito and Akio, who seemed freshly roused from sleep
Excusing her sister's presence in the name of illness, she sat beside him.
Observing closely, Madara noted Akane's appearance – a beautiful woman in her early 20s with white hair and two white horns, wearing a simple white kimono.
Only reason why he was not blushing is because his body lacks attraction to the opposite sex, lacking Libido
His lack of physical attraction, reminiscent of Goku's disinterest, amused him—Goku and Madara would indeed make an interesting pair.
'Goku and Madara would be good friends if they met each other.'
He turned his head towards Aiko, who looks quite like Izuna, who also looked quite like Mikoto if he was female and obviously looked similar to Sasuke.
While turning his head to Akihito, he notices he inherited his mothers's appearance.
'Never mind, I shouldn't think too much.' he decided, letting go of his thought that was speculating his fate in the OG timeline.
As whatever happened to Akihito in the OG timeline doesn't matter right now as long as Madara doesn't repeat the same tomfoolery.
Those events are too far ahead and won't occur as long as he is here.
As the maid brought the food to the table, they paid respect to the food by putting their hands together and saying "Itadakimasu" in a semi-kneeling position.
As they began to eat, Madara observed Akane, who seemed to be overwhelmed by the sights.
'Why are there so many dishes here?'
Typically in a well off clans and families were served meals consisting of rice, miso soup and two or 5 dishes usually consisting of either meat or vegetable or both with side dishes.
But each of them got 10 dishes instead with far more side dishes!
Madara, who came from another world, got bored with the limited number of items in the meal, who used to eat a variety of foods.
Various struggle foods, but various nonetheless.
He knew this was the deviation from norm, and he turned a blind eye to it.
For him, just because he was born in his world and followed the rule to maintain the facade, it doesn't mean he would adhere to every single rule here.
It was one of the few indulgences he allowed himself, which he preferred not let it go
There's some things that were not negotiable, and food was one of them for Madara.
Also, he doubts anyone is going to question his preference, so he is using his position as leverage.
'Though now I think about it, I thought about it too excessively and defensively.'
Letting go of his silly thought, he paid attention to the table, noticing Akane's face turned pale when he looked at his son and his nephew.
'.....Weren't they supposed to eat with chopsticks?'
He found it quite cute to see them eating with their hands.
Their innocent enthusiasm reminded him of children's videos he'd seen from HiHo Kids which he is now seeing in real life.
Looking closely however, his face stiffened a bit. 'Just...eating rice and pickled radish with their hands....'
"They have quite...a vigour, dear" she remarked, giving off half-heartedly laugh that was suppressed by her nervousness, while her eyes darted towards them.
Unfortunately they were preoccupied with their meal.
'Oh shit...'
He paid advanced condolences to his son and his nephew in his mind, already imagining the scene that would unfold when he leaves for his work room.
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