The Ghost In Paradis

Tragedy. What more need to be said? Two worlds waged in never ending bloodshed. Men, women, and children suffer, tremble, and break from the fates of their cruel worlds. Peace and freedom are but a fantasy to most, but only most.

Some fight for freedom. To finally set their friends and family free. Some fight for peace. So no more pain may exist, only paradise. But some wishes can only be achieved through total domination, and only few have the ability to act upon.

The Ghost of the Uchiha. Madara Uchiha. One man vs the world. Fighting for his ideal vision of peace and tranquility. He had risen to the seats of the gods, obtaining the power of the six paths and awakening the Rinnegan. His master plan was in its final stage, he would finally bring peace to the world of Shinobi through total domination. But he was misguided, deceived. After his countless betrayals it only seemed fit that he would perish by getting backstabbed himself. It was then that what he had truly done became clear. It was not peace he created, but destruction.

With heart heavy with worry, panic, and regret for the world he had created he would muster up the strength to mutter his final words; "Hashirama... Where... Did I go wrong?" Begging for an answer he knew he would not get. He would die with all he had done.

However, during his final moments, he saw something. An opportunity. A glimmer of hope. So he acted. His body was bloating from the overwhelming amounts of Chakra, but he managed to free himself for but a moment. With the power of the six paths, he managed to carve an exit. A portal of sorts, and slip through it.

But this portal did not lead to freedom. No, it was quite the opposite. Madara was in a world unfamiliar to him. Large stone walls stood before him. Perhaps fellow Shinobi lived within, or at least, civilization...