Chapter 21: Tengen Really like to order us around

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Though the room was filled with the hum of the TV and the distant sounds of the bustling city outside, there was a palpable tension. Every movement, every word, seemed to carry a weight, a subtle dance of respect and caution.

The icy mist from the Coke curled upwards, momentarily distracting Madara from his thoughts. He glanced at the condensation on the glass, a stark contrast to the warmth of the room.

Kuroi, having done his duty, stepped back, though his eyes never left Madara. The complex relationship between the two was evident in this simple exchange. There was loyalty, mixed with a certain wariness, stemming from Madara's unpredictable nature and the secrets he held.

Madara's fingers slowly curled around the glass, feeling the cold penetrate his skin. He took a moment, perhaps to appreciate the simple pleasure of the chilled drink or to let Kuroi know that he was in no rush.

"You're always so punctual with your service, Kuroi," Madara remarked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "It's as if you've made it your life's mission to cater to my whims."

Kuroi bowed slightly, his expression remaining inscrutable. "It is my duty to serve you, Madara-sama," he replied, the underlying currents of their past interactions adding layers to the seemingly straightforward statement.

Outside, the city lights flickered, casting a glow into the apartment. It illuminated the two figures, emphasizing the stark difference between them. One, a legendary figure with mysteries swirling around him, and the other, a loyal servant with his own hidden depths.

Madara glanced at Kuroi with a nod of acknowledgment. Despite the casual nature of his request, there was an unspoken tension in the air, as if the delivery of the iced Coke bore a significance beyond mere refreshment.

Every reflection on Madara's enigmatic strength, coupled with his undeniable arrogance, left Kuroi feeling wary. It was as though his very presence demanded caution and respect, an aura that couldn't be overlooked.

The unsettling part for Kuroi was that Madara had categorically stated that he wasn't a Jujutsu instructor. That left a myriad of questions floating in her mind. What were his intentions? What was he seeking? And although she was burning with curiosity, Kuroi never mustered the courage to probe. It felt safer to keep her queries tucked away.

For all the mystery surrounding him, Madara had been their unexpected savior. So far, he hadn't demonstrated any malevolent intentions towards them. This paradoxical nature of Madara - part savior, part enigma - made it all the more challenging for Kuroi to discern his true intentions.

As the days rolled on, her unease grew, especially when her thoughts turned to the Curse User group to which Miroku and Darko belonged. What was their relationship to Madara?

Madara, seemingly lost in the taste of his cold Coke, paused to enjoy the refreshing sensation. Noticing Misato's fidgeting and hesitation from the corner of his eye, he broke the silence. "What's on your mind?" he inquired, his voice a blend of curiosity and command.

"Madara-sama... Given the situation, should we even be here?"

After a moment's hesitation, Kuroi gave voice to the unease that had been building up within her.

Madara, looking unperturbed, responded, "Regarding those Curse Users, there's no cause for concern."

Misato had escorted Riko back to their dwelling and taken her upstairs to recuperate. For now, Riko was in the safety of her room, likely asleep.

Riko was an enigma. She hadn't appeared in the original anime, which left Madara pondering her place and role in this narrative. But such specifics seemed inconsequential at the moment.

Witnessing Riko's transformation from a terrified young woman to an awestruck fan after Madara had dispatched the Curse User had been intriguing. Her subsequent innocent and timid demeanor made it difficult for anyone to harbor ill feelings towards her.

Furthermore, Madara was acutely aware of his objectives and the direction of his actions in this unfamiliar narrative.

Defeating Cursed Spirits increase the template progression of [Uchiha Madara].

Each time an entity with Cursed Energy is vanquished, the monochromatic [Tail Beast Panel] slowly fills with color. The prior confrontations with the two Jujutsu Sorcerors have tinted a portion of the [One Tail] pattern on the panel.

This hue is reminiscent of the actual coloration of a tailed beast's exterior.

Within the pattern, dominated by shades of gray and white, the fresh color begins to seep in. It spreads like ripples on a placid lake, emanating from the footprints of the one-tailed design.

It becomes evident that with every kill of a Cursed Energy entity, this color will rise, slowly covering the grayscale pattern from the bottom up.

Once this transformation is complete, the tail, no longer just a symbolic representation, will manifest as a genuine tailed beast. Madara will then have the power to summon and harness this beast in the real world.

Furthermore, this tailed beast trait isn't solely derivative of the Naruto World.

While its origins trace back to a form primarily constituted of Chakra, it intriguingly incorporates the dynamic features of Cursed Energy. As a result, both Cursed Spirits and Curse Users now fall within Madara's scope of interest.

Being an Star Plasma Vessel, Tiannai Riko inadvertently becomes a beacon, drawing attention from an unspecified multitude of adversaries. Essentially, Riko presence will act as a magnet for Curse Users, providing Madara with an accelerated opportunity to fill up the [Tail Beast Panel].

Given this perspective, safeguarding Riko, coupled with the invaluable skills Kuroi offers in daily life, becomes a mere footnote in the grand scheme of Madara's plans. With so much at stake, Madara wouldn't hesitate to be generous in his protection.

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At this precise moment, a group emerged from the shadows of the city's streets.

There were dozens of them, all garbed in identical military overcoats, their uniformity only disrupted by the distinctive military caps they wore. Emblazoned on each cap was the prominent letter "Q," its significance unknown to any onlooker.

With each step they took, the sound of synchronized footsteps echoed eerily in the cool night, creating an atmosphere of impending tension. "Pa-ta--" The soft rhythm of boots against pavement was the only thing breaking the silence.

Leading the group was an imposing figure, distinguishable from the rest not just by his posture, but by the intensity in his eyes. Among the [Q], he was recognized as their most formidable member – the most powerful Curse User of them all.