The Witcher – Uchiha Madara!

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Third Person POV

Northern kingdoms.

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"That banner...?!" Vilgefortz couldn't hide his surprise upon seeing it from a distance.

Lydia van Bredevoort stood beside him, equally astonished. "Lord Vilgefortz, why is he here?!" she asked, looking to her master.

"I am as surprised as you are… How is he here and in such a high position?" Vilgefortz directed his gaze toward the two leading commanders of the soldiers, the King of Sodden and the General of Temeria, while the former appeared very pleased.

"The princess shouldn't be with him; is she here?!" his assistant asked.

"She should be... either way... I'll check once we're done here. But I want you to already take a look around the camp." He spoke as she nodded and left, her gaze falling upon the battle.

"..." Tissaia, who was observing the situation closely, also recognized the symbol approaching the leaders.

In the northern camp, many nobles were unfamiliar with that banner, most being from Temeria, while others, particularly from Sodden, recognized it immediately. Many held not-so-favorable feelings toward the symbol; after all, Madara had once launched an attack on Sodden's army, causing them to lose to Cintra, regardless of the circumstances. They couldn't understand what the king intended with this man here, but there was nothing they could do but watch the events unfold.

Soon, the name "Uchiha" began to spread throughout the northern camp, with many asking who it was, while others responded or commented on the fact that the young man who had made history in Cintra was back in the war, leading this battle without any prior warning.

Yennefer heard these rumors in her tent. Though initially uninterested, she quickly rushed to the edge of the battlefield, accompanied by a few fellow sorcerers. When she looked at the small knight from a distance, she murmured to herself, surprised: "So he's finally here…"

The same reaction spread across the Nilfgaardian army. As soon as they saw the symbol, many soldiers quickly understood who it was.

"It's him, sir," a man beside General Menno, the current commander of the army, said.

"I see… The one I've heard so much about, the one who killed a general in person right on the battlefield... It seems he's here. Could the princess be with him, too?" he said with a hint of hope, knowing how much the emperor needed the princess of Cintra.

"But, sir, he's very dangerous. You read the reports on what he did in Cintra, right? Won't this be bad for the battle?" the man beside him asked, cautious.

"Yes, I'm well aware. I know that if he's involved, we'll suffer great losses," the general replied.

General Hyuur, now in charge of logistics, approached the general. "This boy gave us a lot of trouble in Cintra…" he began, as the general simply nodded, already having heard this.

The man continued, "Still, I believe we should send a mage into battle as well. Lancelot fought that boy several times; I believe he might defeat him."

The general pondered this before nodding. "I think you're right… Alright, let's send him to the battlefield."

Lancelot was summoned and quickly appeared with a teleport in front of his superiors. "I'll go and bring back that boy's head," he declared as the general nodded. Lancelot then teleported back into the middle of the Nilfgaardian army, his presence unnoticed by anyone.

He was the archer with rapid teleportation who had battled Madara in both the south and the north, with Madara injuring him before crossing the river into Verden.

Madara remained silent atop his horse, observing the murmurs among his soldiers behind him and the entire battlefield around him, inside and out.

'Now I need those people to hear of me then...' Madara thought, wanting his presence to draw attention to himself. After all, although he was already planning to enter the war, his main objective was no longer the Nilfgaardians, but rather to kill chakra users.

The battle was about to begin. Madara turned his horse, which took heavy steps across the grass, its weight unmistakable, as his gaze fell on the soldiers who would soon follow him.

The men looked at him. As their leader, they were bound to follow his orders, even awaiting him to say something, while some stared at him with disdain, not knowing him and seeing only a teenager in full armor—not that they were entirely wrong.

Madara sighed and decided to speak a few words. "Many of you don't know me, and those who do probably don't like me. But what I can say now is that we're fighting together. I don't wish for anything of the sort, much less your love or approval. I'm only here to eliminate our common enemy: Nilfgaard," Madara began, leaving everyone in silence as he walked before the 10,000 men and continued.

"I don't know what you'll do here, but I, certainly, will fight. I'll be the first to strike the enemy, the first to eliminate them, and to carve a path to the end of this battle. I will not retreat on the battlefield," he declared. "The question I ask you is: will you be able to keep up with me? Because those who don't follow me will either fall or flee. So, the choice is yours. Without further ado, prepare yourselves to start reaping the lives of that army until the end of this fight!" He raised his spear, pointing it toward the enemy.

It wasn't a motivational speech; it was simply Madara's resolve. The men didn't cheer in response, as they might if their morale were being boosted, but some showed a fierce look.

He was the leader of the cavalry, and behind them stood a line of archers with another commander. Soon, he positioned himself in the middle of the army, standing still as the silence and tension rose between the two groups, with everyone else watching the imminent start of the battle.

When everything seemed calm, Madara suddenly spurred his horse forward, advancing before anyone could predict it. He knew he was alone in this charge, but his group quickly followed, shouting, "Go, go! Kill the Nilfgaardians!"

The Nilfgaardians didn't lag behind and began galloping toward the northern army, the ground trembling with the approach of the two forces. Madara took the lead before anyone else; his horse charged far ahead, racing toward an enemy army without a commander leading from the front like the northerners had with Madara. Yet he showed no sign of fear.

He heard the Nilfgaardians shouting in their language, as if they'd already won, some mocking him as if he'd already been defeated. It seemed they didn't know what had happened in the battle south of Cintra.

Madara quickly reached the enemy's front line, aiming his spear and striking the first man before he could react, piercing his heart through the armor with ease. By infusing chakra into the spear, Madara found himself surrounded and had to leave his horse behind in the next moment. Breaking the spear, he used a piece to impale another soldier. He then leaped, drawing two swords, surprising the surrounding soldiers who saw him suddenly among them, beginning to cut them down.

The northern army advanced, using the path Madara had opened, piercing through the Nilfgaardian forces and taking them by surprise.

The cries of horses and men clashing echoed across the battlefield as chaos quickly took hold. The armies pushed against each other as in every other battle, but this time it was different. Amidst the Nilfgaardians, someone was massacring the enemies with swords, leaping between horses and cutting down anyone who came near. The Nilfgaardians shouted for someone to try to stop him, but it was futile; everyone who tried fell within seconds. Madara didn't even activate his Sharingan, simply cutting them down one by one.

Madara observed the chaos around him as his army tried to push the enemies back. He pulled out a few smoke bombs, which he threw into the thick of the battle, creating an explosion around him, cloaking him in a dense cloud. He avoided using elemental jutsus here too readily, perhaps due to the restriction against using magic in this battle.

However, this restriction didn't apply to his clones. He began to multiply, emerging from within the smoke and spreading across the battlefield, exiting the haze from multiple sides to reach every corner. None of the clones bore the Uchiha symbol, which had only been on the spear he'd broken, allowing them to remain concealed in armor with closed helmets as they advanced, effortlessly cutting down enemies.

Madara mounted a horse as space cleared around him, continuing to slay Nilfgaardians mercilessly. This massacre created by him and his clones eventually opened a gap in Nilfgaard's weakened defense, allowing the northerners to gain an advantage, pushing the enemy back.

There were more than fifty clones of Madara on the battlefield, and as they slaughtered soldiers one by one, Nilfgaard's defenses quickly began to crumble.

"They're gaining ground… What's happening out there?" murmured General Kaelen, watching the northern army start infiltrating the Nilfgaardian ranks with admiration as they took down and killed soldiers moment by moment. Nilfgaard's morale was visibly shaken.

"As expected… He's putting on a show," Thorne remarked beside him, both pleased and impressed.

Meanwhile, Madara continued fighting, killing a charging knight as others fled from him in terror. Arrows began raining down at this moment, but he dodged them with ease, while Nilfgaardians around him fell under the relentless arrow barrage. The northern soldiers, however, couldn't evade the arrows as Madara could and began to suffer casualties.

Madara chose to keep fighting amid the northerners on horseback who were pressing the enemy, gaining ground.

Suddenly, his gaze shifted eastward, where he sensed one of his clones vanish in the heat of battle, receiving the clone's memories as it was struck down by a powerful arrow.

"So he's here…" Madara muttered, finally recognizing the presence of that magical archer he had fought twice before.

"Alright… If you're really here, it's time to end this," he said, determined to kill him once and for all.

He quickly began to dash through the battlefield, killing anyone in his path, advancing to confront the one thing that could offer him any true challenge. But Madara was no longer the ninja operating at only 15% of his system's power; he had reached 25%, ready to test just how much stronger he'd become now.

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