At that moment, he thought about finding someone to ask, but he had already traveled a very, very long distance without seeing a single person on the road.
Just as Uchiha Madara thought he would have to walk along this lonely, boring road for a long time, several figures appeared ahead.
Uchiha Madara did not feel particularly happy upon seeing them, because every one of them was holding a weapon.
Uchiha Madara knew these people could not possibly be good people. Rather than invite trouble, he might as well find somewhere to hide, so he stopped walking.
Uchiha Madara turned back the way he had come, intending to find a place to go around them.
But before Uchiha Madara had taken two steps, he suddenly heard a faint whistling sound behind him.
Without even looking, Uchiha Madara merely tilted his head slightly, and an arrow flew past his ear.
"Just when I don't want trouble, trouble comes sticking to me." Uchiha Madara stopped and looked at the people approaching from behind on magical beasts.
Uchiha Madara thought that anyone wealthy enough to ride magical beasts must not only be bad people, but organized bad people as well.
Uchiha Madara wondered whether things would be much easier if he were a mage right now.
So he took the flaming magic staff from his scroll.
Even Uchiha Madara felt as if he had instantly become a mage.
Those people came over from the distance, riding magical beasts, and surrounded Uchiha Madara.
"Who would've thought? He's actually a mage." One of them rode a tiger-like magical beast several meters long, looking extremely imposing.
"I hear handsome guys are all very rich. We've struck it lucky this time." Another person climbed down from his magical beast and looked at Uchiha Madara.
"Who are you?"