3 Into the Avatar World

Looking around the temple, Madara could imagine how beautiful this place was on its prime, right now small snowflakes were already falling, it seems that it's the beginning of the winter.

'10 years.. assuming that Aang awakened precisely 100 years after the beginning of the war, I can presume that right now is around 90AG, perhaps 89AG, or 91AG… well who cares..' looking around he felt melancholy 'to think that such peaceful place was the target of a genocide.. god damn Roku why did you think that everything would be alright just by faceslapping Sozin and leaving like that… Sozin was a monster, but you had your fair share of the blame for all of this.. how naive you were.. I can accept Aang, he is just a kid but you were a grown man..' sigh 'I wonder what Kyoshi would've done in your place…'

Walking through the corridors of the temple, with his hand sliding through the walls, seeing and feeling the engravings in each wall 'Hard to believe that i came to an animated cartoon world' chuckles 'no one would believe me if I manage to go back.... not that I want to go back'

He walked for hours, sightseeing and exploring every room available to him, most of the rooms were locked behind doors that required airbending to open, even if he could force them to open he wouldn't do it, he had nothing to gain by destroying such historic place.

His goal on the southern air temple was a simple one, a calm place devoid of people so he could train in peace, the temple itself was in ruins but there were plenty food and water sources all around, this place housed hundreds of monks back then, its impossible that they didn't have natural resources nearby.

'I can't stay for long.. in a year at most, my clothes wont fit me anymore and I will be forced to go out.. one whole year in seclusion i think i can handle it.. i will have enough time to get my firebending going.. I also don't know exact dates, I know Katara's mom is already gone by now but… what about Iroh's son? if I save him, would Iroh fight for the throne? Probably.. would he win? That's tricky, Ozai will already have the royal court under his leash, that and the current fire lord's death timing was a bit too convenient, wasn't it? Almost like it was pre-planned.'

"Variables, too many variables.. but then again, I am not here to save the world.. that's the Avatar's job, I'm here to track a reincarnator.. its just that… knowing that I can prevent good people from suffering tragedies while doing nothing leaves a really bad taste in my mouth.. fucking butterflies." Sigh 'for all I know saving Iroh's son might prevent him from giving up the crown, a possible civil war would start and it would help destabilize the Fire Nation and slow down the invasion a bit.. but.. on the long run? Ozai will probably win, he is ambitious enough to defend his claim and ruthless enough to play dirty, and if Iroh actually go against him I doubt Ozai would spare his brother.. hell even his father might've died by his schemes.. and without uncle Iroh many things will change for the worst, the more I interfere with certain key events… more and more the responsibility will fall on my shoulders, I don't want to be the one facing Ozai to end the war, that's the Avatar's fucking job!'

Looking around he spot many place with natural resources, from vegetables and fruits to clean water sources, looking at his mirror image on the water he wasn't shocked by what he saw. his height was a bit over 4ft tall, his long black mane was quite short, around shoulder length but already covering half of his face. Sharp black eyes that displayed wisdom and curiosity.

'Would you look at that.. I might grow up to be a lady-killer in the avatar world.. I mean.. considering how easy fucking Sokka got girls all over him.. I don't think I will suffer at all!'

Satisfied with what he saw and his discoveries he turned around and kept exploring the abandoned temple.

Reaching the main training area of the temple he spotted something that he completely forgot standing right on the center, his Gunbai, an exact replica of Madara's, he couldn't help but grin as he walked close to it 'this is way to big for me right now, I can't wield it with a child's body, I wouldn't even be able to walk properly with it attached to my back.. better keep it safe inside the temple until then, no one comes to this place anymore otherwise people would've looted the old firebenders armors scattered all over this place, they could go for a decent price anywhere.. its wartime and resources are finite, its not even easy to reach up here without a flying bison or technology' he grabbed it with both hands and carried to the corner of the training room.

"Now.. its time to learn how to dance.."

Days passed, the snow started to get heavier and heavier, no more grass could be seen covering the outdoor grounds, only a white layer of snow.

Bursts of fire exploded through the training grounds as young Madara kept punching, kicking, spinning, jumping, his body was young but he had peak Madara's combat experience, he just needed to adapt his firebending knowledge to his already developed fighting style.

He discovered that although his experience and knowledge regarding Madara's combat style and technique was flawless, he couldn't bring it to 100% effectiveness, he reached around 50 to 60% of it, why? His body, his stride was not long enough, he was not tall enough, the reach of his arms was not far enough, Madara's experience was based on a grown man's body, not a 8 year old child, while an adult Madara would need one step to reach his enemy he needed one and a half, it may not sound much but it makes a huge difference in actual battle.

For some reason he also noticed he had the habit of spitting fire through his mouth, he thought about it and came to the conclusion that it was because of the real Madara's experience in combat, back in the Naruto World, Katon was mainly through their mouths, he can recreate basically every Katon through firebending, but he is having problems with actual bending, his body and experience were not used to punch and kick fire, luckily, he had the Firebending knowledge from the voice to slowly fix that issue.

Regardless of knowledge it was hard, days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, its not about being a prodigy, Madara was far above the standard level of talent of those so called 'prodigies', but everything takes time, its not just pushing the fire out, that was achieved on the first day, it was merging it with combat, it was control, finesse and muscle memory.

This is the avatar world, here power does not just 'level up', its less about raw power and more about your control over it, otherwise old Zuko would spam Azula's blue fire sinse it is a 'leveled up' version of regular fire, but he couldn't do it even after decades of training, why?

He assumed that Azula was born with a tremendous chi pool and instead of training to outlast her oponents with her chi reserves, she decided to burn double or triple the amount of chi to increase the intensity of the flames and destroy her oponents instantly.

'Heh.. thats quite like her isn't it?'

During his meals he ate simple vegetables and fruits that he found around the place, there was many sources of water available, so he could easily have enough to drink and even a small river to bath, he also used his firebending to hunt some birds that flew close enough to enter is reach, to be honest it tasted bland but he was enjoying life, for the first time he could sleep without having to keep an eye open for any calamity that the world decided to throw on him.

He took his time meditating during the sunrise before his training, and during the sunset right after. Bending was not just physical, it was spiritual as well, and he for sure knew he needed to calm himself down, living 30 years under fear of death leaves a mark on anyone psyche, he could finally calm down and search for his inner peace, perhaps this was Iroh's way, who knows.

He doesn't have a system to tell him in numbers his precise amount of chi, all he knows is what his body could endure by quantifying through time. At the beginning he noticed that after a healthy dinner, 8 hours sleep and a decent breakfast, he could keep practicing firebending nonstop for about 4 hours, that is a huge discovery and display how massive his chi pool is, 4 hours of constant firebending until his fire starts failing him, he never saw anyone in the show fighting for more than half an hour before feeling exhausted.

After one year of training his clothes could still fit him well, since they were quite loose to begin with, they are not dirty sinse he washed them constantly and never wore anything other than his pants during his training, but he knew that in a few months to half year at most he would need to go down, its better to go down while not looking like a clown wearing clothes that clearly doesn't fit him, he is Uchiha Madara now, have some dignity man!

Looking down he could see a sea of clouds covering the base of the mountain where the southern air temple was situated

Gulp. 'I really didn't think this through did i?' he started jumping around and started warming up his body while talking to himself "you can do it, you are Uchiha fucking Madara, just a big piece of rock won't stop you!" he first looked around for some rope but the few pieces of rope he found were not optimal in any way, he won't trust his life to that!

He slowly climbed down, subtle movements, always keeping in check if there was a loose stone to avoid.

'Easy now, theres no hurry, we have 9 fucking years we can take all the time in the world to climb down this bitch ass mountain..' he managed to climb down for about ten minutes until he lost his grip on the stone wall, he knew he fucked up! SHIT!

He closed his eyes preparing himself for the impact while screaming to the top of his lungs. Although he could soften the fall with firebending, or even use fire to glide back to the mountain Azula style, but he was not a native of this world, he was here for 1 year, as a 21st century person that was used to be screwed by the world in anything he ever tried, his first reaction was fear, but then after a few seconds he felt.. nothing.. just a gentle breeze, then he noticed, he was not falling! Opening his eyes, he saw something that made his brain suffer from lag. He was at the exact same place, he didn't fall a single inch, with both of his feet touching the stone wall, just like a true shinobi from Naruto World!

Madara then remembered what the voice said when he gave his final gift right as he entered the tunnel.

"THAT MOTHERFUC…!" he stopped himself from cursing, it was a very precious gift after all, who knows if the voice can hear him and just take his gift back as easy as they gave him, why risk it?!

"God dammit, they could've told me! At least they could've left a note by the Gunbai like 'hey by the way, I gave you the ability to walk on surfaces!' that would've saved me so much stress and time! I bet I lost at least 10 years of my lifespan! I BET YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!"

And just like that another childlike scream echoed through the stone peaks of the southern air temple, with no one to hear it.

Running down the mountain with his Naruto-style run it didn't take long for him to see the base of the mountain 'At least my body remembered it.. god dammit man! Me, the almighty and imposing Uchiha Madara screaming like a child… good thing no one knows' he narrowed his eyes dangerously 'and no one will ever find out!'