Douluo Zhibo Madara

"We...also..." Uchiha Madara's eyes slowly closed, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his consciousness fell into darkness.

Hashirama, old friend, I'm so sorry.

"Where is this place?" Uchiha Madara gradually regained consciousness, looking at the lush trees all around, he couldn't help but wonder.

"It seems that I am dead but this does not seem to be the pure land of the underworld." Uchiha Madara looked at his translucent palm and became increasingly puzzled.

Just as Uchiha Madara was thinking, a powerful suction force came from not far away, catching him off guard and causing him to stumble.

But years of ninja life allowed him to develop his physical instincts, and he immediately lowered his body to resist this force.

"Is the body attracted to the soul? Forget it, let's go and see for now." Uchiha Madara felt this familiar attraction carefully, which was very similar to the pull when he was reincarnated by the dirty earth, so he gave up resistance and followed this attraction towards the unstoppable world. Fly far away.

"Hey, this is it." Madara suddenly turned his head and looked into the depths of the forest, where he felt several powerful auras rising into the sky.

Madara licked the corners of his inexplicably dry mouth, his eyes full of fighting spirit and excitement: "A melee battle between shadow-level experts, I wonder how it compares to the five shadows?"

Although Madara wanted to go over and have a look and test the strength of these people, but now as a soul body, he couldn't participate in the battle at all, so he could only secretly say it was a pity.

Then he sucked away into the distance with regret, and thought regretfully: "It's a pity. I hope I, Uchiha Madara, can meet these people and dance in the future."

"Ah Yin no"

"I want you to die"

With a few heart-wrenching shouts, the battle deep in the forest ended.

A middle-aged man in ragged clothes was holding a little baby, walking lonely from the depths of the forest like a zombie.

"Yeah." The man noticed that there were bursts of babies crying in the grass not far away. A glimmer of light appeared in his dead eyes, and then quickly dimmed, and he walked out of the forest as if he hadn't heard anything.

Generally, people who leave their children here have no intention of letting them live, they just kill them through the mouth of the spirit beast.

The baby's cries became louder and louder, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but freeze in his steps. After sighing helplessly, he turned back the way he came, picked up the baby from the grass, and walked out of the forest step by step under the setting sun.

Six years later, Douluo Continent, Holy Soul Village.

On a hill next to this village named after the birth of Soul Saint.

A ray of morning light penetrated through the layers of clouds and shone on a green hill.

The hill was not high, and two thin and tender figures sat cross-legged on it. After a while, Chuyang slowly crawled out from the east. One of the children opened his eyes, let out a soft breath, stood up and looked at the slightly older one next to him. The child said: "Brother, it's getting late, let's go home."

This slightly older child is Uchiha Madara. He came to this world six years ago, was picked up and brought home, and was named Madara. He also had a younger brother named Tang San.

Madara later learned that this was not the ninja world, but a brand new world called Douluo Continent.

After hearing Tang San's call, Madara slowly opened his eyes. Originally, he could refine chakra anytime and anywhere, but for some unknown reason, his brother Tang San had to watch the sunrise here every morning.

Because he was worried about his younger brother, Madara set up his morning practice place here.

Madara stood up from the ground and rubbed Tang San's blue hair, which was half a head shorter than him. In a trance, he seemed to see the same gentle-natured Quan Na.

"Let's go" Ban patted the dust on his body and followed Tang San towards his home in Holy Soul Village.

Saint Soul Village Blacksmith Shop

Tang Hao, who had just woken up from a hangover, looked at the dining table in front of the two of them and frowned.

"Xiao Ban, you went to grab other children's things again," Tang Hao said while looking at the food in front of him, which was not rich but was quite sufficient.

"It's just some pocket money. They gave it to me these few times," Madara said nonchalantly.

As a blacksmith in the village, Tang Hao's income was very meager. Coupled with his years of drinking, he slept in the morning and worked in the afternoon, so he had very little money left.

When Madara and the two of them were growing up, they naturally couldn't treat themselves badly.Besides, when Madara was at his peak, he could still bully Onoki, a junior kid, let alone blackmail his "peers" now.

Although he had opened his heart and agreed with Senju Hashirama's concept of love in his previous life, the concept of respecting the strong that was engraved in his bones had not completely changed.

"No matter where you are, the strong are respected, and the weak can only be dominated. This is the eternal truth," Madara thought silently while eating.

Whether it was the auras that he felt at the same level as a Kage, or the news he heard about soul masters, they all told Madara that this was by no means a friendly world.

"Anyway, don't do this again in the future," Tang Hao paused and continued.

Ban raised his head and glanced at Tang Hao. He didn't say anything and didn't know whether he was acquiescing to it or just turning a deaf ear.

"Dad, brother, that's not what I meant. He is born with such a character." Looking at Tang Hao whose face turned dark, Tang San rushed out to smooth things over.

Tang Hao's face softened slightly, and then he felt a severe headache. The two children seemed to be at two extremes, one was arrogant and strong, the other was humble and polite, one had a cold face, and the other was gentle.

"What did you think at first, to pick this kid up?" At this time, Tang Hao felt a trace of regret.

After finishing the meal, Tang Hao turned around and went back to the inner room. With his back to Tang San, he said, "I'm going to take a nap first. If you have any work, you can take over it first. I'll do it again in the afternoon."

"Okay dad." Tang San nodded seriously.Madara, on the other hand, hummed, went outside, and began to refine chakra again.

On weekdays, most of these chores were done by Tang San. As an alcoholic, Tang Hao would naturally not object. However, Madara was a ninja who was good at killing people in his previous life and knew nothing about housework.

Therefore, the two have a clear division of labor. Tang San mainly does cooking and other tasks, while Ban goes out to "work" to support the family.

What Tang Hao and Ban didn't expect was that Tang San actually opened his mouth and asked for a piece of pig iron, which made Ban Bai puzzled.

After Tang Hao heard that Tang San wanted to be a blacksmith, he casually pulled up a chair and sat there. He lazily asked Ban in the corner: "Little Ban, are you also going to be a blacksmith in the future?"

"I'm not interested, I want to be strong," Madara said without even opening his eyes.

A trace of mockery flashed in Tang Hao's eyes, "Strong? Why?"

Madara then looked up at the starry night sky outside the window and murmured: "Perhaps, I want to stand higher and see the scenery below the mountain."

People who stand at high places will instinctively climb back up to the top of the mountain even if they fall into the clouds, because they are used to the scenery at high places.

"Do you want to travel the scenery of the mainland after you have the power?" Tang Hao's originally drooped eyes opened a little more and looked at Madara.

And Madara thought about how he was standing on the top of the mountain when the Ninja World War began, looking down at almost the entire Ninja World's ninjas who were as numerous as ants.

“What a charming scenery”

Then Tang Hao turned his attention to Tang San again. After some teaching, Tang San also received the task assigned by his father: hammer a large piece of mortal iron into an iron spirit as big as a fist.

Sitting in the corner, Madara looked at the excited Tang San, frowned, and said with some displeasure: "Xiao San, do you really just want to be a blacksmith and don't want to be a strong man?"

"Ah, brother. I think the blacksmith is pretty good too. No one said that a blacksmith can't be a strong man." Tang San replied breathlessly while hammering the piece of fine iron, looking back.

Although his young body looks extremely thin, he is extremely firm and confident.

"Yes, he is born with divine power, as well as this belief, and he has some courage." Madara folded his arms beside him and looked at Tang San who continued to swing the hammer for half an hour. Although he was exhausted, he still persisted, with a flash of light in his eyes. Moved.

I couldn't let it go anymore. Afterwards, Ban Ban picked up a few weights made of ordinary iron blocks from the yard and went to the woods outside the village to start exercising.