The Witcher – Uchiha Madara!

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Third Person POV

Kaer Morhen.

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"Doesn't that seem very shocking to you, Geralt?" Vesemir murmured, looking at the witcher, clearly agitated, as he paced back and forth, deep in thought.

"Yes..." was the only thing Geralt replied.

"Just 'yes'?!" Vesemir retorted with an accusatory look. "Not only do we have a princess here, but we also have a wanted boy. And not just any wanted boy—someone suspected of killing a hundred thousand people and single-handedly destroying an entire army!"

"How... How could someone have such power?" Vesemir truly frowned as he pondered this... Geralt remained silent, his expression neutral, before finally speaking.

"I don't know the details," he admitted. And indeed, he didn't. Even after seeing Madara following the conflict, not even Yennefer had spoken about it properly. "But from what I've heard, people are saying he summoned a god into this world."

"A god?" Vesemir grimaced.

"That's what they say." Geralt sighed. "They claim he conjured a creature the size of a mountain while cutting down other mountains with his own massive weapon, devastating the entire battlefield and slaughtering over a hundred thousand soldiers. Some say he wiped out entire armies with a single swing of his sword. And if you're asking me if I believe that... believing that that boy, who's helping Lambert right now, could do something like that?" Geralt paused. "I can't say. It seems impossible. But honestly, he does things that should be impossible... things I've never seen anyone do. Not even imagined anyone could do..."

Vesemir remained silent for several seconds, staring at Geralt, clearly lost in thought.

"That vision of yours... Yennefer said he wants to create a world without wars, only peace. A kind of revolution. You know what that means, don't you?" he asked seriously.

Geralt nodded. "Revolutions are not made peacefully."

"Exactly." Vesemir let out a heavy sigh. "If that is Madara's fate, then he will undoubtedly bring about a war. And from what we've seen... if he really can summon a monster like that, who could stop him? This will be a huge problem for us, Geralt. War could come knocking at our door, with all the kingdoms sending their armies here the moment they find out he's here."

"I know." Geralt murmured, but his gaze remained serious as he looked at Vesemir. "The boy helped me. Besides that, he saved Ciri. Everyone who knows him says he's a good person."

Vesemir pressed his lips together. "What do you intend to do, boy?" he asked.

"You know I don't agree with keeping that girl here." Vesemir's tone was firm. "It's already a problem in itself. You need to understand my side, Geralt. All of your lives are in danger. We can't risk all the kingdoms advancing against us with their armies. And beyond that, it could be dangerous for all of us if he leaves here only to be pursued and captured. Do you understand that?"

Geralt took a deep breath. "I understand." He didn't know what to think about all of it. In the end, Vesemir had the final say.

"The girl can stay?" he continued. "Madara said he can survive on his own, easily. But if Ciri leaves with him, it will be bad for the girl."

Vesemir pondered for a moment. "Let me think about it first," he finally said. "Now, let's talk to the boy."

Geralt nodded and followed him downstairs. They descended to the main hall, where Ciri was sitting in a corner, swinging her legs. She looked nervous. She couldn't deny that she liked being there, and the idea of having to leave unsettled her.

Madara was still helping Lambert, while Coën and Eskel were busy—one preparing a meal with some rabbits Madara had brought that day, while the other was gathering ingredients to make potions later.

Ciri immediately looked at them as soon as they appeared, while Geralt glanced at her before sighing. Vesemir walked straight past him, heading toward Madara, who watched him calmly.

"I need to know something, boy. Were you really capable of killing a hundred thousand Nilfgaardians, destroying an entire army, and, on top of that, cutting down mountains?" He declared this aloud, making everyone in the hall immediately stop, while Ciri furrowed her brow.

"O-O what?" Lambert jumped at that, so surprised that his cauldron exploded.

"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed, losing the other potion he had been preparing for over two hours. But at the moment, that mattered little. His gaze was fixed on Madara. "Hey, hey! What the hell is this about?" he asked the young man directly.

Even Coën and Eskel looked at Madara, as did Ciri, who seemed nervous. Geralt, on the other hand, remained indifferent.

Madara, for his part, remained quite calm. "Yes, it's true."

The simple response made Vesemir swallow hard.

"How... How did you do that? What kind of power can destroy an entire army?" he asked, still trying to process it.

"In the war, I was able to use my full power," Madara replied. "But only once. I used it to destroy a group that could have wiped out any kingdom on its own." He saw no reason to hide it.

"What do you mean, boy?" Vesemir narrowed his eyes. "I heard about a blue giant... Did you summon it?"

"The blue giant is the manifestation of my spirit. Everyone in my clan has this power, but only I can unleash it," Madara answered naturally.

Vesemir observed him for a while without saying anything. The room remained in absolute silence.

"Tell me, then." He finally broke the silence. "With that power, what do you desire? I would like you to be honest," Vesemir said.

"I'm not here to destroy the world, if that's what you think," Madara said, his voice calm. "After all, there are already enough monsters out there that can do that. But I certainly wish to rebuild Cintra for Ciri. And rid this world of the creatures that are truly dangerous, whether they are demons, gods, or beings from other dimensions. I do not wish to unite the entire world under a single banner or order."

He paused, looking at Vesemir. "I imagine that was what you wanted to know."

Madara had no knowledge of the vision that Yennefer and Geralt had seen, and because of that, the old witcher suspected that Madara might use that power to subjugate the entire world. However, there were already enough threats to deal with.

"Wait, wait! What the hell is going on here?" Lambert interrupted, exasperated. "What kind of conversation is this? World domination? Fighting gods, demons, or whatever the hell else? What the fuck is this?!"

Lambert seemed like he couldn't take hearing such surreal words any longer. What kind of person spoke about such things so naturally?

"I don't know if I can let you stay here, Madara..." Vesemir finally said, his gaze serious. "You've made too many enemies. This could be dangerous for all of us."

"No! What do you mean you can't let him stay?!" Ciri jumped out of her chair immediately, exclaiming indignantly.

"Calm down, Ciri," Geralt told her.

"But I—" she tried to speak again but was interrupted by Madara's voice.

"If I can't stay here, could she at least stay?" he said, his expression calm, as if he hadn't been surprised by any of it.

Vesemir remained silent for a few seconds before looking at Ciri. The girl had wide eyes, shocked by what she had just heard. But in the end, he turned his gaze back to Madara and made his decision.

"Yes, she can stay," he declared, finally coming to a conclusion.

"Wait! I'm not staying here alone!" Ciri quickly exclaimed, stepping toward Madara. "You're not going to leave me, right?"

She looked like she was about to cry as she turned her gaze to Vesemir.

"I really don't know what happened in the war, but there are dangerous things on this continent. Things that can truly destroy all the kingdoms. And if there's anyone who can stop these threats, that person is Madara! Do you understand that, Vesemir?" she said in an accusatory tone.

Vesemir didn't respond. He simply turned to the other witchers and said, "Well, let's get back to our tasks."

He left shortly after, abruptly ending the conversation.

Madara began walking, calmly leaving the room and heading outside. Ciri immediately looked at him, clenched her teeth, and started running after him, leaving only the adult witchers behind.

Vesemir, in turn, returned to the stairs, ascending and disappearing.

"What was that?" Lambert murmured into the silence, not caring about the floor covered in remnants of his ruined potion.

Eskel and Coën exchanged glances, their previously stoic faces now transformed into confused expressions. Geralt sighed, looking toward the castle entrance, wondering if this had been a terrible idea.

"Tell me, you don't really intend to leave me, do you?" Ciri stepped in front of Madara, forcing him to stop. Her eyes were filled with tears, ready to fall.

"I never said that," he replied calmly.

"How can you say that? You're asking me to stay while you leave! What is this? I thought you wouldn't abandon me!" she accused, her voice breaking.

"I'm not abandoning you, Ciri. I want you to stay here for now. It's safer. In the meantime, you can grow stronger—strong enough to start unlocking your true power. I won't be far, and I'm not leaving forever. It will only be for a while."

Madara explained, after all, he wanted her to mature more before beginning true training.

He didn't think Vesemir's decision was irrational. In fact, it was quite realistic given their current situation. Vesemir wanted to avoid a second massacre at Kaer Morhen.

"But... But I was training with you! I don't want you to leave! Then take me with you!" she shouted, frustrated.

"You are safe here, Ciri. You know it's not good to have no secure place. If you come with me, we'll have to keep moving from place to place, which is bad for both your training and mine. You'll survive without me for a year or two."

Madara said as she started to cry upon hearing that. He then stepped closer and, for the first time, took the initiative to embrace her.

Ciri was surprised to feel his chest against hers. Her eyes welled up even more as she hid her face against him.

"But that's not fair..." she murmured sadly.

"It's only for a while. I'm not leaving forever," Madara repeated.

Ciri said nothing more. She simply tightened her arms around him, beginning to sob right there.

Madara placed his hands on her back, letting her stay like that for a while.

Hours passed, and the day neared its end. He sighed. "I think we should head back."

He had only gone outside for some air, but he had ended up serving as a pillow for Ciri for hours, as she refused to let go of him.

With some difficulty, he managed to gently pull her away. "We'll talk about this later. For now, let's get something to eat. I think Vesemir is going to throw me out before the night is over."

Ciri nodded, still looking heartbroken.

"So that's it? The cat is leaving after all this?" Lambert said, eating silently at the table.

Even with Geralt there, what should have been a conversation full of jokes and banter, with all the witchers gathered again, had instead turned into a tense and silent moment between them.

"We don't have a choice," Vesemir replied in an indifferent tone.

"I think things are more complicated than they seem," Eskel murmured, to which Vesemir didn't respond.

"Do you think the boy is dangerous, Geralt?" Lambert asked, looking at the witcher.

"I don't think he's dangerous to us," Geralt replied.

"I think it's a bit grumpy of you to want to send the boy away after he's been with us for over a month. Isn't he almost family by now?" Lambert murmured, looking at Vesemir.

Vesemir sighed. "Look, I don't hate the boy. In fact, I like him. But knowing what he did in the war..." He paused and looked at the others. "You all know how every king, organization, and group within each of the kingdoms on this continent must be going crazy searching for him. Soon, this fortress will be flooded with people knocking on our door every day, demanding that we hand him over. I'm doing this to protect all of you."

"But we've all had contact with him. Whether we like it or not, we're already involved," Geralt argued. "Vesemir, I know you're trying to protect us, but I'm certain we'd be safer with Madara on our side."

Vesemir didn't respond.

At that moment, Madara and Ciri entered the hall to join them for the evening meal.

No one said anything else.

When they looked at Madara, most of the witchers carried sympathetic expressions, but the young man didn't seem to care. He maintained a neutral and calm face, while Ciri, at his side, was visibly sad and didn't even touch her food.

The silence continued throughout the entire meal.

When they began leaving the table, Vesemir withdrew to his quarters.

Madara looked at Ciri. "I'm going to speak with him for a moment," he said before standing up.

Vesemir was sitting on his bed, deep in thought, when he saw Madara approach.

"There's something I'd like to discuss with you while I'm still here," Madara said.

Vesemir narrowed his eyes. "What can I do for you?"

"There's something I haven't mentioned since I arrived here, but I had already planned to ask," Madara said, crossing his arms. "After all, it's a threat to the continent."

Vesemir raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And what might that be?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

"Your master," Madara said, his voice serious. "The founder of the School of the Wolf... He's alive."

Vesemir was stunned upon hearing that.

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Raccoon Here:

It may seem cruel, but I believe Vesemir's decision is quite realistic. He didn't want to put the School of the Wolf and Kaer Morhen in danger after discovering what Madara did in the war. However, there are still many things that need to be discussed, and we will see what truly happens next.

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Chapter 176 - We must go to Ard Carraigh.

Chapter 181 - The Naive King of Henselt.

Chapter 191 - The Attack on Non-Humans in Kaedwen 02.

Chapter 200 - A Conversation About Plans.

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