Madara Uchiha In An Isekai World

"Here… this is your adventurer's card. Your rank is E, the lowest rank. Everyone starts from E as an adventurer unless there are some rather… unforeseen circumstances." The adventurer guild receptionist spoke in a practiced tone, handing the card to the boy before her. 

She was a woman in her late twenties, dressed neatly in the guild's standard uniform, her warm smile attempting to soften the weight of her words.

Madara took the card silently, his expression stoic as ever, though his grip on the card tightened slightly checking its quality. 

The receptionist, keenly observant as most guild workers had to be, noticed the coldness in his otherwise calm eyes.

"You can pick your missions to complete from the mission board," she continued, her tone professional but with a slight undercurrent of sympathy. "Please remember that you can only take E-rank missions and, at most, D-rank missions, which are one rank higher than yours. After completing a mission, you must provide proof that you successfully completed it. Without proof, the guild cannot officially recognize your success of the mission and you will not get the completion reward for the mission." She leaned forward slightly, emphasizing the importance of her words.

Madara gave her a small nod, his silence unbroken. His gaze flickered briefly toward the mission board, but he remained attentive, allowing her to finish.

The receptionist hesitated for a moment before speaking again, her smile softening into something more genuine. 

"Please don't lose your card. If you do, there will be a fee for a replacement," she added, her voice calm and sweet.

She straightened up and glanced to her side, noticing another boy of similar age waiting for his turn. 

Before redirecting her attention to the next adventurer, she caught herself looking back at Madara. 

Something about him—his composure, his quietness—piqued her curiosity. 

Most young adventurers would be bursting with questions or enthusiasm, yet here he was, calm and resolute. 

But then, her gaze dropped to his adventurer card, the faint aura surrounding it—or lack thereof—confirming what she had heard earlier: he had no mana.

Her heart sank slightly. A child born without mana was a rarity, but not one celebrated. In human society, those without mana were considered outcasts, unloved by the gods themselves. 

The stigma was heavy and cruel. She had even heard stories of parents abandoning mana-less children, deeming them cursed. 

The thought made her chest tighten briefly, but she forced herself to remain composed. He doesn't need pity right now. He needs encouragement.

"I will be careful," Madara said finally, his voice calm as usual. Without another word, he turned and began walking toward the mission board, his figure blending into the bustling guild hall.

The receptionist watched him go, her fingers twitching slightly as though wanting to call him back, to say something encouraging, but the words didn't come. 

Instead, she let out a quiet sigh and turned her attention to the next adventurer, forcing her smile back into place.

If she had just a little idea who she was feeling sympathy for. Sympathy and pity is the last thin… No, those things were out of the question for him, but in the case of the receptionist those two things were the last things she should feel for him.

….

Madara reached the mission board, scanning the rows of parchment pinned up in an almost chaotic fashion. 

Each mission had a description, a rank, and a reward written in neat handwriting. The adventurer near the board buzzed with energy as adventurers of all ages argued, laughed, and pointed out missions to one another.

Unlike them, Madara approached with quiet precision, his eyes quickly taking in the various tasks. There were simple missions—gathering herbs, collecting flowers, and retrieving items from nearby areas. Some missions involved locating missing persons, while others required slaying monsters. He ignored the former entirely, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the latter.

One mission, in particular, caught his attention. It was a goblin reconnaissance mission—a D-rank task. The details were simple: goblins had been raiding small villages without guards or proper defenses, and the guild needed information about their movements and numbers. While there were also C-rank missions for eliminating the goblins outright, this reconnaissance mission fell within his permissible range.

Madara studied the parchment, his lips pressing into a thin line. Information gathering… It's not fighting, but it's a start. He pulled the paper from the board and walked back toward the reception desk to register his choice.

As he moved, a pair of older adventurers lounging nearby glanced his way. One of them, a burly man with a scar across his cheek, smirked and elbowed his companion. "Look at that kid. Bet he doesn't last a week."

The other, a lanky man with sharp eyes, chuckled. "No mana, too. Poor thing probably doesn't know what he's getting into."

Madara ignored the talks even though he could hear them, but he just didn't acknowledge their words. If he had to move after even one person made some unsightly comment he would be fighting all day. 

By the time he returned to the receptionist to confirm his mission. The receptionist just gave a form to the young boy who burst here with excitement.

"I would like this quest," he said evenly, handing the parchment to the receptionist. She glanced at it, her brow furrowing slightly.

"Please fill this form, and tell me when you are done." Said the receptionist to the young boy. 

Then she directed her attention to Madara.

"A D-rank mission already?" she asked, a hint of concern creeping into her voice. "You're aware that it's one rank higher than yours, right? Even though adventurers can choose a quest one rank higher than their rank… Are you sure? It would be difficult"

"I am," Madara replied simply. "I'll manage."

The receptionist hesitated, her fingers hovering over the parchment for a moment before finally stamping it. It's not like she can convince the other party, it was not her job. "Very well. Good luck," she said, her smile returning, though it didn't quite reach her eyes.

Madara nodded once, pocketing his adventurer's card and the stamped parchment before walking out of the guild hall. The receptionist watched him leave, as she then focused on the young boy who was having some problem in filling the form.

"Can I get some help please?" Ask the young boy.

"Yes! Of course." The receptionist said enthusiastically with a smile on her face.