Naruto: Madara is my Daddy

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Danzō looked at the old man and the young boy standing before him. His gaze lingered on the old man, who was about the same age as himself, and a cold sweat broke out on his skin. He looked… familiar. A profound sense of déjà vu washed over him. The stern visage, the wild mane of hair, the authoritative way he held himself, the very tone of his voice… and most importantly, that overwhelming, oppressive aura.

Uchiha Madara.

It couldn't be. He had met him a few times when he was a child. Madara would not remember him, but the impression he had left on the young Danzō was indelible. And yet, Danzō had navigated the treacherous world of shinobi politics for decades. He remained calm on the surface, his mind racing to dismiss the impossible.

Is Madara still alive? Is he trying to frighten me? Haha, what a joke. It's impossible. It had to be a trick, some new, deceitful jutsu developed by the accursed Uchiha. Having settled on this rational explanation, Danzō looked at the two of them with contempt and shouted in a low voice, "Uchiha, cease your struggles. No matter what tricks you employ, you cannot change the fact that your clan is about to be exterminated."

"Hmph! How shameless," Uchiha Madara replied, not taking him seriously in the slightest. "The student of Tobirama is truly no better than his master. If my son did not wish to have a duel with you, I would have already destroyed you."

"Go on, my son. Kill him." With that, Madara sat down cross-legged to the side, preparing to quietly enjoy Shiro's performance.

Danzō's brow furrowed in anger. "Let a mere child fight me one-on-one?" Where does this arrogance come from? After being so thoroughly humiliated, Danzō's patience finally snapped. The senior advisor of Konoha, the right hand of the Third Hokage, the founder of the Anbu Root—to be mocked like this was an intolerable insult.

"Hmph!" Danzō sidestepped, drew a kunai, and rushed toward Shiro.

Shiro, however, was a little excited. This battle would be his official debut. And what better opponent to test his abilities against than the infamous Danzō? Facing the old war hawk's charge, Shiro immediately jumped to the side, perfectly avoiding the thrust of the kunai.

"Oh? You are quite young, little one, but your movements are surprisingly nimble. Then let us see how you evade this!" Danzō lowered his stance, puffed out his cheeks, and shouted, "Wind Style: Vacuum Wave!" This was a technique Danzō had mastered completely. A blade of sharp, pressurized air, like the scythe of a wind spirit, shot from his mouth. If it found its mark, it could easily slice through flesh and bone.

Shiro smiled playfully, his Sharingan blazing to life. He leaped high into the air, once again dodging the attack with ease.

This brat… Danzō's heart sank. He hadn't expected the child to possess a fully matured three-tomoe Sharingan. Who is this Uchiha child? Danzō had dossiers on every member of the Uchiha clan, but this strange boy was someone he had never seen before. He finally began to take the fight seriously. After just two exchanges, he realized this child's talent and strength were likely on par with Itachi's. But no matter how gifted Shiro was, Danzō was fully confident in his own victory. In terms of sheer combat experience, he was vastly superior.

The Vacuum Wave had been a feint, designed to force his opponent into a disadvantageous position. And now, as Shiro hung in the air, the true attack was ready.

"Wind Style: Vacuum Bullet!" Several high-pressure spheres of wind, shaped like bullets, shot from Danzō's mouth.

"Tsk!" Shiro knew he couldn't dodge this time, so he simply gave up trying. He would use his [Body of Bedrock] to withstand the attack. It shouldn't be a problem.

It's done. Now only the old man remains. Seeing that Shiro showed no intention of dodging, Danzō assumed the boy had given up, that victory was his.

At that exact moment, an inexplicable, powerful gust of wind rushed over from the side. The force was so immense that it completely blew Danzō's Vacuum Bullets off course.

"Good boy," Uchiha Madara said from the sidelines, holding his iconic Gunbai fan, patiently educating his son. "Remember, the next time you encounter a situation like this, do not jump into the air. It makes you a stationary, vulnerable target."

"Father, you baka! Don't interfere! I could have taken that Wind Style attack!"

"Hahahaha, perhaps you could have! But I do not wish for another man's breath to even touch your body."

Shiro shook his head helplessly. His father truly doted on him too much; even he felt it was a bit excessive. He had wanted to test his body's durability, but his father's fan had ruined the opportunity. In that case, he would simply have to try again. Shiro dropped to the ground and rushed straight toward Danzō.

Danzō had not yet recovered from his shock, his eyes fixed on the fan in Madara's hand. Could that be the Uchiha Gunbai? A weapon of such destructive power… I've been searching for it for so long, and this imposter has it! How? Could this mysterious old man truly be…?

Before he could finish his analysis, Shiro was upon him, his small fist raised. This insolent brat! He looks down on me! Danzō was filled with rage, but it was too late to dodge. His decades of combat experience took over, his body reacting instinctively. Even if he couldn't dodge, he would make his opponent pay.

Bang!

As Shiro's small hand struck Danzō's left cheek, Danzō swung his own fist to counter, aiming for Shiro's right. Shiro did not flinch, ready to take the blow. A good plan, but he had forgotten about the presence of one person. His father.

"You old dog! Do you have a death wish? How dare you strike my son!" Just as Danzō's fist was about to connect, Madara's hollow eyes seemed to spit fire. In an instant, he was there, blocking Danzō's punch and delivering a solid blow of his own to Danzō's right cheek.

"Ghh!" Danzō felt his head rattle. His left cheek was already throbbing from Shiro's punch, and this blow from Madara left him completely stunned. He stumbled back several steps before steadying himself. The world before his eyes was a swirl of golden, twinkling stars.

Danzō clutched his face and shouted through gritted teeth, "Damn it! We agreed to a one-on-one duel! Why do you keep interfering?"

"Hmph!" Uchiha Madara raised his head proudly. "When I said 'one-on-one,' I was referring to my son and you! As for the terms, you may attack, but you may not touch my son! Remember this!" With that, Uchiha Madara strode back to the sidelines and sat down. "Alright, you may continue your duel."

"…"

Danzō was utterly bewildered. This unreasonable old man, with his impossible strength… he was being forced to admit the horrifying truth. This person was Uchiha Madara. Damn it all… I've stumbled upon a true monster. Danzō shook his head vigorously, trying to clear the fog. Uchiha Madara was still alive. And he had spawned this demonic child. What do I do? I am no match for Madara. I have to find a way to escape! As long as I can survive, there is always another day!

"Oh? Thinking of running away?" Shiro saw the flicker of panic in Danzō's eye and shouted, "Our duel isn't over yet! Don't you dare leave!" Shiro felt a pang of bitterness. He had been so excited for this fight, but his own abilities had not been tested at all.

Danzō felt even more miserable. "You evil Uchiha brat! You call this a one-on-one fight? Do you think your father is even speaking a human language? What do you mean, I can attack but I can't hit you, while you can hit me at will? How is this so-called duel in any way fair to me?!" Danzō's composure finally broke. His voice trembled with a mixture of grievance, unwillingness, and pure, abject terror. He wanted to escape so badly. The fate of the Uchiha clan no longer mattered. Only his own life was important.

Danzō spun around and tried to flee, but in a flash, Shiro was there, grabbing his arm. "Damn you, little devil! Unhand me!" Seeing that Shiro was still clinging to him, Danzō puffed out his cheeks again, preparing to use a Wind Style jutsu to blast him away.

But just as he was about to unleash the technique, Danzō felt an icy chill on his back. It was Madara's killing intent. Danzō's eyes widened in panic, and he swallowed hard. If I attack his son, I will surely die!

"Trying to run? Get back here! We haven't had enough of our one-on-one fight!" Shiro grabbed Danzō's arm and, with a surprising show of strength, threw him over his shoulder, slamming him to the ground.

"Danzō, you old thief! Get up and continue the duel! If you don't attack me, I'll kill you myself!"

Hearing this, Danzō, lying broken on the ground, looked up at Shiro, then turned to look at Madara.

Madara warned him coldly, "If you dare to touch my son, I will kill you instantly."

"…"

Danzō finally collapsed, his mind completely broken. He began to weep. "What do you two want from me?"

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