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“It seems this old man has to step in…” the mysterious figure said, his voice carrying an eerie calm.

Peter looked up at the new arrival, his eyes immediately recognizing the red Sharingan. 'Madara Uchiha,' he thought, one of the coolest villains in anime history and his favorite character in Naruto.

From the walls, Minato's voice called out, "Who are you?"

Madara refused to answer, his piercing gaze locked onto Peter. He could feel his very soul vibrating, an instinctual recognition of Peter's strength. 'Stronger than Hashirama,' he thought, the thought both thrilling and daunting.

Minato asked again, his voice louder and more insistent, "Who are you?"

Ignoring Minato completely, Madara spoke directly to Peter. "You’re strong."

Peter responded with a respectful nod. "Coming from someone like you, that’s a true compliment."

The man tilted his head ever so slightly. "You know who I am?"

Peter nodded again. "How could I not recognize the great Madara Uchiha? It’s truly an honor to meet you."

The name sent shockwaves through the crowd. From Konoha's defenders to the allied army and the beaten Kages, everyone was in disbelief. "Madara Uchiha?!" they echoed, incredulous. "But he died at the hands of the First Hokage!"

Fugaku Uchiha, standing by Minato, suddenly froze. His eyes went wide with shock as realization struck him. 'If someone like Danzo could use Izanagi to cheat death, then why wouldn’t Madara Uchiha be able to do it?'

He looked across at Madara and uttered, "You... you used Izanagi, didn’t you?"

Confusion spread among the ranks. Izanagi was a forbidden technique not widely known, even among the seasoned shinobi. Most of them, including Minato until recently, had no idea what it entailed.

Hearing his former clansman's correct guess, Madara chuckled, letting down his hood to reveal his wrinkled face and pure white hair. "Yes," he said, his voice dripping with a mixture of amusement and menace. "After all, how could I let that idiot Hashirama kill me?"

[Insert picture of Madara Uchiha here]

Everyone old enough to recall Madara's appearance, like Onoki and Hiruzen, felt a shiver of fear up their spine. There was no doubt now—it truly was Madara Uchiha!

The air grew heavy with tension, the realization sinking in for everyone present. The legend had returned, and the stakes had just been raised to an unimaginable level.

Madara’s red Sharingan eyes scanned the crowd, seeing the fear in the eyes of everyone around him, before finally settling on Peter. "Return Zetsu," he demanded, his voice carrying a cold authority. "And bring me Obito Uchiha, who is currently in your custody. Do this, and I will leave you in peace."

The weight of his words settled over the gathered forces like a shroud. Although Madara desired to test his strength against Peter, he was in the last years of his life. He much preferred to wait until his plans came to fruition and he was resurrected at peak physical condition. Based on what he felt from Peter, he wasn't sure if he could win if they fought now.

Hearing this ultimatum, many people in the allied forces and Konoha seemed interested in agreeing, ready to hand over the prisoners to avoid further conflict.

However, Minato and Kushina immediately disagreed. "We will not hand over Obito!" Minato declared, his voice firm and resolute.

Kushina's eyes burned with a fiery intensity. "So you're the one who manipulated Obito and turned him into a monster! You’re the reason he attacked our village with the Nine-Tails. You corrupted him!"

Minato and Kushina’s realization hit them like a sledgehammer. It explained everything—why Obito had targeted them, why he had attacked the village, why the once happy and goofy boy they knew had turned so dark. It was all because of Madara.

Their anger and hatred were palpable, and in unison, the husband and wife jumped off the wall, launching themselves at Madara with fierce determination.

Madara smirked, his eyes narrowing. "Brave, but foolish."

Unraveling a scroll that unleashed a hail of seal-covered kunai, Minato moved with incredible speed. Using his Flying Thunder God technique, he flickered around Madara, using the multitude of kunai as teleportation points to try and land a blow.

Meanwhile, Kushina, her hair flaring out like crimson flames, attacked with her powerful chakra chains, attempting to bind Madara.

But Madara was no ordinary opponent. With a flick of his wrist, he countered each of Minato’s attacks with ease. His Sharingan eyes tracked Minato's movements effortlessly, predicting and avoiding his strikes even through teleportation.

Simultaneously, Madara dodged Kushina's chains with fluid, almost disdainful grace. She screamed in anger, her chains twisting and shooting towards her elderly opponent, but he sidestepped her attack and struck her with a powerful kick that sent her flying back. “Ugh!”

In a swift, decisive movement, Madara caught one of Minato’s arms as he tried to come to the rescue of his wife, twisting it painfully, and sending him crashing into the ground. Minato tried to teleport away, but Madara was faster.

Madara drew his blade, his eyes glinting with cold malice. "You're brave, but you're no match for me," he said, raising his sword to deliver the final blow.

Kushina's eyes widened in horror. "Minato, no!"

Just as Madara’s blade descended, a hand appeared, catching the blade between two fingers. It was Peter.

Madara's eyes widened in shock. He hadn't sensed Peter's approach at all. “?!”

Peter's expression was calm, almost bored. "But I am, aren’t I?"

Madara leapt back, putting distance between himself and Peter, his mind racing. 'I didn't even sense him...'

Minato and Kushina looked up at Peter, their faces a mixture of relief and awe. Peter had saved Minato's life in the blink of an eye, demonstrating once again his incredible power.

Madara’s eyes narrowed, reevaluating his opponent. “…”

Peter waved his hand, creating a portal beneath Minato and Kushina, dropping them back onto the village wall. "Leave this one to me," he told them, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Turning back to Madara, Peter stated, "I’m afraid that I won't be giving you Obito or Zetsu. So, what are you going to do about it, old man?"

The sheer audacity of Peter's words sent a ripple of shock through the crowd. No one dared speak to Madara Uchiha like that. Doing so was a death sentence.

Onoki laughed, his voice filled with contempt. "You're a dead man walking. I've felt Madara's wrath before. Let's see how long you last."

Madara’s eyes narrowed, his expression a mix of amusement and irritation. "Bold words. But are you prepared for the consequences?"

Peter smirked excitedly. "Oh, I've been waiting for them!" He was about to fight the Madara Uchiha. ‘Maybe I can recruit him? Or at the very least turn him into a shadow…’

Madara’s body tensed, his eyes flashing with the power of his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan. "Then let’s dance."

The two combatants stood still for a moment, the air around them charged with anticipation. Then, without warning, Madara moved, his speed almost incomprehensible. He closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye, aiming a powerful punch at Peter’s face.

Peter sidestepped effortlessly, his movements fluid and precise. He countered with a punch of his own, which Madara blocked with his forearm, the impact sending a shockwave through the ground.

Madara’s eyes glinted with recognition. 'Fast!’

Madara jumped back, summoning his chakra. The ground beneath him cracked and splintered as he exhaled a wave of blazing fire, which covered the entire battlefield.

Peter waved his hand, creating a shield that protected him and everyone else. "Is that all you’ve got?" he taunted, his voice calm.

Madara’s expression darkened. "You haven’t seen anything yet."

With a burst of chakra, Madara activated his Mangekyo Sharingan abilities. His right eye began to memorize and record Peter’s movements and attacks, while his left eye prepared to rewind time if necessary.

(A/N: His Mangekyo powers were never given a name, so idk. 🤷)

He dashed forward again, his movements now more calculated. He aimed a series of precise strikes at Peter, each one aimed at a vital point. But Peter dodged them all with ease, his body moving like water.

Peter’s eyes glinted with amusement. "Nice try, but you’ll have to do better than that."

Madara's expression twisted with frustration and determination. He focused more chakra into his eyes, trying to find an opening, but there was none.

Suddenly, he activated his Susanoo, the massive, ethereal warrior forming around him. The giant ethereal warrior swung its sword at Peter, the blade cutting through the air with deadly force.

But Peter raised his hand, catching the blade with his bare hand. The impact sent a shockwave through the ground, but Peter remained unmoved.

Madara’s eyes widened in shock. 'Impossible…'

Peter smirked. "Nice toy, but it's not going to help you."

He swatted the sword away, shattering the Susanoo’s arm in the process. Madara stumbled back, his eyes wide with disbelief. He had never encountered someone who could break his Susanoo so effortlessly.

‘I shouldn’t have come here,’ Madara realized, particularly without his Rinnegan, which he had given to Nagato, a pawn in one of his many schemes.

The eyes Madara used now were among the many he and Zetsu had collected over the years for their grand schemes. Sadly, even with Hashirama’s DNA coursing through his veins, these eyes couldn't unlock the Rinnegan. He would need to retrieve his eyes from Nagato, which was easier said than done in this situation.

Peter moved forward, his speed blinding. He struck Madara with a series of powerful punches and kicks, each one landing with devastating force.

"Is this it?" Peter asked, disappointment evident in his voice. "I thought you’d be stronger." It made sense, though; Peter was used to seeing the bada*s version of Madara from the Fourth Ninja War, not this old and dying version.

Madara tried to use his Mangekyo Sharingan to rewind time and negate the attacks, but Peter’s relentless assault was too overwhelming. He would negate one attack only for two more to take its place, leaving him helpless and unable to counter.

In the end, Madara’s body was battered and bruised, his movements growing sluggish. He activated his time-rewinding ability, but Peter was so much stronger that it didn't matter.

Peter adjusted with ease, effortlessly sensing the shifts in time. "That's a good ability you have, but unfortunately, it won't work on me.”

After all, Peter has used and studied the Time Stone, a crystallization of time itself. Madara’s ability may be impressive, but compared to what Peter could do, it’s insignificant.

With a final, powerful punch, Peter sent Madara crashing into the ground. The impact created a massive crater, dust and debris filling the air.

Peter stood over Madara, his expression calm and composed. "Looks like our dance is over."

Madara struggled to get up, his body aching with pain. He looked up at Peter, his eyes filled with a mix of rage and respect. "You… you’re stronger than I anticipated."

“Yeah, well, you kinda never had a chance to begin with.” Peter shrugged as he looked down at Madara, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hey, do you want to get some ramen after this?"

The question hung in the air, shocking and confusing everyone. No one could believe Peter's casual demeanor in the face of such a dangerous opponent.

Madara's eyes narrowed slightly, his confusion evident. But before he could answer, a small, furious figure burst from the nearby trees.

Kurama, still stuck in his small puppy size thanks to Peter's magic, appeared, his eyes filled with hatred for Madara. “!” He had watched the fight from a nearby tree, relishing every second of the beatdown Peter had given his greatest enemy, Madara Uchiha!

But when he saw that Peter wasn’t finishing Madara off and instead invited him out to eat, Kurama couldn’t take it anymore.

"Die!" Kurama barked, charging up a small bijudama in his tiny form. With a fierce growl, he fired it directly at Madara, the concentrated ball of chakra hurtling through the air with deadly precision.

Madara's eyes widened, unable to move in time. “!?”

A/N: 2030 words :)