To Uchiha Madara, everything in this city was novel.
As the imperial capital of the Jia Ma Empire, this city was the largest Madara had ever seen in his life. Everything felt fresh as he wandered around, and he even felt like a country bumpkin visiting the city for the first time.
He visited quite a few shops and was immensely curious about their wares. However, he discovered an awkward problem: he apparently had no money from this world.
That made him deeply frustrated. Here he was, a dignified Six Paths Level powerhouse, the Asura of the Ninja World from the Naruto World, one of Konoha's founders, yet he had been stumped by something as vulgar as money.
Madara was utterly infuriated, but... it was completely useless. The saying that a penny could stump a hero held true in every world.
Still, with Madara's strength, making money would have been easy. Whether through the Sharingan's hypnotic abilities or simply robbing passersby, neither would have posed any problem.
But Madara refused. With his pride, asking him to become a robber? What a joke.
So in the end, Madara decided to display his pride. Mm, he would dine without paying and stay without paying. That was right—he was just that domineering.
Thus, as the sun set behind the western hills, Madara picked a hotel that looked decent and prepared to settle in there for the night.
With his strength, he could have made do for a night in the wilderness or anywhere else. But given Madara's lofty pride, how could he possibly wrong himself like that?
The next day, the sky was azure and cloudless for miles. The sunlight was warm without being scorching, and an occasional breeze swept by, carrying away the city's clamor and leaving people feeling refreshed.
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